Poems I Made!!
UntitledThe wind is singing through the trees to-night,
A deep-voiced song of rushing feathers And crashing sky. No summer breeze Is this, though hot July is at its height, Gone is his gentler music; with delight he listens to this booming like the seas, These elemental, loud necessities Which call to him to answer their swift might. Above the tossing trees shines down a star, Quietly bright; this wild, tumultuous joy. And my mind, O Star! is filled with your white light, from far, So suffer me this one night to enjoy The freedom of the onward sweeping wind. This is just to sayI have drinkin’
The wine That was on the table And which You were probably Saving For you party Forgive me I was only two It looked so interesting And in reach. & I have been Seeing a boy In my dreams And which he is falling From the sky Forgive me my Voice seems to have been Lost I was so scared, He looked so lost But I do know That I was sent to save Him… I love him... The Art of DisappearingWhen they ask
Why do we write poetry? Say to tell a story, or a feeling, or a memory. When they ask Why do we write poetry in school? Say so the teachers get off easy, So students get emotional, So students do their work, So we can express feelings we would never actually say Otherwise. When they ask How do poems make us feel? Say an overwhelming joy A splash of tears running into a Puddle A burst of laughter streaming Through a room. When they ask What is a poem? Say it’s a song that is not sung A story told in a simple manner A strange way saying something from the Heart or mind. |
A Single Blue HeartI am in the winter of my 14th year.
My days are filled with new memories and A new beginning. We walk in the cold mysterious air, leaving a trail, We walk in jeans and black shirts Surrounded by mini mountains of snow; That glows in the moonlight. We make snow angels, all around; Throw snow balls miles away. Silver flakes fall from the sky Looking like angel for a split second. We spent hours out there, in that large snow Covered park. Laughing, showing we were there. We climbed the trees and walked on the slick pond. As the night ended we stood there Lost in the moment. It all felt like a dream, till reality showed its true self. For that was, your last day in this confused world. You left only a single blue heart. It happened so fast, that time itself stopped. That day was the day the world had changed. WindowsThe beauty of a window- what of that?
Like a portal to another world, Like a view of the world, you can see where you’re going Or where you’ve been. Its magical, secretive. Not like a mirror, a reflection of one’s self, Unknown and easy to change. Left unkept, yet stays strong and proud, With the proof of acknowledgment: The figure prints of life, all around. This rectangular portal of my house Well-washed and generous Full of scents Asking for Windex. |