Poetry

The Beginning of Forever

Author's Note: This is the last week of middle school and after this everything counts.  I wanted to write something about this.  In this poem I tried to keep a pattern with the structure of each stanza.

Now.

I fall,

We all laugh,

And the situation disappears.

Making mistakes,

Is no big deal.

Something forgotten,

Something trivial.

Later.

I fall,

We all freeze,

And  they take note.

Minor errors,

Become everything to us.

Something remembered,

Something significant.

Times.

I fall,

We all choose,

And make the right decision.

Next step,

Is ours to take.

Something key,

Something memorable.

Hers and Mine

Author's Note:  I was just thinking about how your friend have opposite qualities as you sometimes.  Some of my friends have nothing and common with me and I think that's great, because we learn things from each other.  Other times I don't know how we got to know each other, but it all works out.  Friends have more to them than their likes and dislikes.

Her.

With her ways.

Although I guess I have my own.

Me.

With my style.

Although I guess she has her own.

So different, so diverse.

And how we still have a common ground,

I do not know.

She lives to dazzle the world.

And I live to see the beauty.

She strives for perfection.

And all I want is happiness.

How do we even get along?

We are so different.

How do we find agreement?

We are so diverse. 

Radiance

Author's Note:  I haven't written any poetry in awhile, so today I wrote a piece about the sun, since summer is upon us.  When I was writing this poem I tried to make it so I could read any two lines that were next  to each other and it would make sense (like line three & four and four & five).

A glowing ball of fire,

Getting bigger,

It continues,

Warming every surface,

The rays touch,

Penetrating through,

Every darkness,

Vanishes in the light,

Of the infinite,

Summer's beauty,

Is of great power,

For it never will decease,

When the seasons change,

The star will remain,

Gleaming.

Dark Games

Author's Note:  Today I decided to write a narrative poem, and since it's a sad, scary looking day, I thought this would go well with the theme.  This piece is about childhood games and how creepy they really are.

Children, youth, innocence. 

Never knowing what is right,

Never seeing the harm,

You see evil,

You see pain,

What can you do?

They would suggest we play a game,

"Go hide", they'd tell me,

"I'll count."

They close their eyes,

They chant the numbers,

I run farther and farther,

I hide deeper and deeper,

Shhh, shhh,

The counting stops,

All is silent,

All is still.

They recite the words,

"Come out, come out, 

Wherever you are."

I hear the footsteps,

Near then far.

Click, click, creek,

They call for me,

I don't answer,

My mind is focused on winning,

The game.

I turn around in the closet,

I see nothing.

Do they see me?

I am not afraid of the darkness,

What lies within is what I fear,

My heart pounds.

Faster and louder,

And faster and louder,

Suddenly the door clicks,

The door opens.

"You won," they tell me,

But did I win,

If I was never found?

Evergreens and Starlight

Author's Note: There are so many times where the world looks so beautiful and you wish you had a camera.  This was one of those moments.  In this poem, I will try to use anastrophe.

Gliding down the hill you stop,

Moving off the path,

In curiosity.

Frozen in awe you are,

So great, so breathtaking.

As you mark the sign of an angel,

You stare,

At the sky dark yet bright.

Little crystals rain down on you,

Smiling, laughing.

Your friends do to,

In happiness and elation submerged,

Like heaven, there is no place.

Now the clocks are ticking,

It's time to go,

The fantasy left behind,

The sanctuary for those who know,

May never be forgotten.

The First Snowfall

Author's Note: It snowed yesterday and this time, it actually stuck to the ground.  This poem was a stream of consciousness about snow.  As you can tell, this is a narrative poem.  

Fables and tales from long long ago,

Have created the image,

The thought,

Of snow.

It is an image,

Helping depict the whitest Christmas,

The greatest celebration,

Winter. 

To know that we see this sight,

Every year,

It is hard to picture,

Those who do not get to see,

The sparkling wonder,

That falls upon us,

And more interestingly,

Those who experienced,

The light,

Wonderful feeling,

Of the most magnificent,

First snowfall.

  

Sister, Sister

Author's Note: I have three sisters and I realized the other day that I have never written about them.  This poem is about the meaning of a sister.  Even if you don't have any siblings, I hope you can find someone who fits this criteria.  

For the days when you forget,

So much

For the nights when you cry,

So hard

For the times when you laugh,

So long

For the moments when you smile,

So wide

Sister, sister

Can't remember,

Can't sleep,

Can't breathe,

Can't move,

Sister, sister

She will

Be there

Every time,

When you need her,

She will forever

And always,

Be. 

There.

Sister, sister.

 Dandelion

Author's Note: Today I went to the prairie and wrote a narrative poem.  In this piece I tried to substitute words that are more common for its synonyms, or things that can relate to the subject, if that makes more sense.

Once a golden flower,

it was adored yet equal,

to the others,

it was diverse,

glowing like the sun,

magnificent,

as the cold season came,

it changed colors,

lemon to frost,

the little snowflakes,

twisted and turned loose,

little finger tips,

pulled at its life in the ground,

she blew,

the snowflakes flew.

The Bluegrass

Author's Note:  The other day I went out into the prairie to write, but this time I wrote a poem instead of a short narrative.  I was thinking about how it would look out here at night and then I thought about music for some reason.  That is how this piece came to me.  In this free verse/narrative poem, I focused on using repetitive initial patterns and personification.

The bluegrass stands,

Still.

As the melodious sounds,

of nature,

slowly chime in.

Dancing, swaying, flowing,

Together.

Under the moonlit,

star spangled,

Sky.

One song,

One dance.

One perfect,

Moonlight sonata.

To Be Me

Author's Note: Just go on and do what you need to do; that's what this piece is about.  I hope it makes sense to you.  One day I was thinking that poems are lyrics without melodies;  that was when this came to me.  This melody-less song is about all that.  I would say it's a mix of a free-verse and a narrative poem.

Used to be brave,

Used to be strong,

Used to stand up,

Like nothing was wrong.

Wish and pretend,

To start up again,

Things get you down,

You can't go back now.

But how many times,

Does it take to get this,

How many times,

Must I try.

To go on.

One spark starts a fire,

You are much higher,

Than everyone else,

The stars are within reach.

Reach for the sky,

And land on the clouds,

You can be everything,

You want to be.

But how many times,

Does it take to get this,

How many times,

Must I try.

To believe.

Now I'm climbing up,

I'm going to see the top,

Invincible I am,

No one can stop me now.

Now I'm brave enough,

Because I reached for the sky,

And the star's in my hand,

Going to wish with all my heart.

But how many times,

Does it take to get this,

How many times,

Must I try.

To be me.