My collected poetry, all by me |
Dear me! Dear me! Dear me! The clock has struck five, I'm losing my time! My bows have untied, it's all gone awry! Laces and buttons and leather, oh my! Dear me! Dear me! I hope he won't see that my teeth aren't clean! My lips are too red and my eyes are too green! I look so immature, I could pass for fifteen! Dear me! Dear me! How will I act, what will he think? Should I give him a smile? Should I give him a wink? Oh, how will I stop my cheeks from turning pink? Dear me! Dear me! When he comes knocking I nearly drop dead My face is a deep shade of cherry red Although I'm relieved when I hear what he says: "Dear me!" "Dear me!" "You look as lovely as ever can be." Test Taking Chewing on your pencil, Tapping on your desk, Filling in the blanks As you're taking your test. Certainly, you'll make a silly mistake One that will cost you some points off your grade But it doesn't quite matter, now that you see You'll of course get an A, quite undoubtedly. It's simple, it's easy, you know every fact... But fractions? Wait, fractions? I forgot about that. Prism Soul Never fade into the background The place where black and grays are abound Instead, step out into the sun Letting your colors dance and run Midnight blues and fire reds Daring as they race ahead Don't be afraid to show the world Your mauve and cyan swirl and twirl Let them see your fullest spectrum Rainbows flow in all directions Show the hues that will amaze Rose, chartreuse, spruce, marmalade! Why would you hide such lovely shades Mint, orchid, lilac, beige No color is not to be seen Purple, topaz, aquamarine! Let them see the colors blend Instead of merely fitting in. Dolly Paint a picture in your head Of lips, like candy, rosy red Skin made from the finest porcelain Dresses, white and pink and orange Frills and lace on every seam Petticoats as soft as dreams Silky hair in perfect ringlets On tiny wrists are jewels and trinkets Her eyes as wide and shining bright As the moon that comes at night My dolly is my dearest friend But when she cracks will be her end. Queen Saccharine The Candy Queen upon her throne Surveys her land of sugar snow Her crown is solid chocolate truffle With lollipop rubies and fairy floss ruffles Her hair is made from sour strands Rainbow and elegantly grand Aside from the childish color shells Of her scepter in pastels A candy apple gilted with Golden honey as it drips Her royal gown's a sight to see Confectionary artistry! With fabric pulled from luscious taffy Stripes of fudge and cotton candy Adorned with allsorts licorice Buttons made from peppermints Her skin is purely mellocreme Smoothly white, lovely indeed Eyes like cloying jawbreakers Doll-like and delightful features On her hands are gumdrop gloves Decorated with hot fudge Her robes are woven from chocolate silk Mocha, white, bittersweet, milk On her throne she sits and sees Her joyous kingdom, saccharine. Stationery Adorably printed stationery Covered with flowers and animals cheery Rabbits, fluffed with cotton fur Puppies play and kittens purr With lines for your heartfelt note As on your favorite friends you dote On papers with darling cartoon bears Wrapped up in an envelope with care And when your special friend receives it When on decorated stationery they read it A charming thing to find in the mail With flowers and lace and delightful details They'll smile at such a letter so neat Stationary can make any message sweet. Anger Dry anger Is when you feel like fire Your blazing anger never tires And your voice is a cutting blade Cold, unfeeling, not afraid You say you hate their every bit And you don't mean a word of it. Wet anger Is when your throat is as clogged as a drain And your tears are flowing like acid rain When you're blubbering and sniveling Sobbing at the horrid things They laugh and point, snicker, sneer Pathetic, useless, as you hear, All you can do is shed your tears And wish to disappear. Simplicities The patterns in the tiles The green leaves on the trees The whistle of a teakettle The kitten's tiny sneeze. The flowers in the wallpaper The sky adorned with stars The smell of brownies as they bake The simple joy of counting cars. Rain Rain, rain, won't you stay? The sun will come another day. Come quench the thirst of trees and plants Tapping on the roof in a gentle dance. Rain, rain, won't you stay? You've dyed the sky a lovely gray. Thunder and lightning make a show I really would hate for you to go. Rain, rain, won't you stay? The sun will come another day Come feed the flowers and the trees And take their thirst away. Nation of Sugar The nation of sugar is sweet, The nation of sugar is sour, And it's a lovely place to spend the passing hours. For years it's attracted travelers With stories, myths, and legends Of white vanilla ice cream hills And licorice garden hedges. The trees there grow lollipops Caramel sits in lakes Lava falls of chocolate And mountains of candy cake. Everything is sugar here From people to the animals A shame: To have a taste of a native person They'd brand you as a cannibal! Haiku #1 I take my chances Life is such a clever game So worth being played. Don't Try This At Home I could fix the socket plug If only I had a fork. The computer's overheating Some ice water just might work. Nothing really does compare To the zest and bite and zing Of my favorite kind of candy: A 9-volt battery. Dry your hair while in the shower, Hooray for ingenuity! Shocking, it is, the crackle and fizz Of electricity. Music Box Frozen in time is the dancer Atop her music box Twirling in her lovely way Until the music stops. Decent Humans of Society I'm feeling a bit of anxiety About decent people of society. Specifically, their numbers fall Slowly, then to none at all. Today, instead of being rational Talking things out and acting valuable We're handling all of our problems by Insulting and making others cry Isn't it revolutionary To think meanness isn't necessary? Haiku #2 To the endless sea Flows both the raging river And the gentle brook. Milk In Tea Cream in coffee, milk in tea Swirling into infinity It spirals in intricate, elegant ways And dyes your drink a milky shade. Fairies You may think fairies aren't real In fact, you'd be quite wrong They fly with paper-mache wings And sing sweet fairy songs. They wear dresses made from buttercups And live in homes of grass blade thatch They ride atop the butterflies With toughened acorn hats. Fairies hide within the trees And if you're quiet in the night Their enchanting gatherings Are the loveliest of sights. Birthday Parties On a paper in splendid handwriting Is a notice that's inviting You to a party, twelve o'clock noon A birthday party to happen soon What special words might you say On the birthday person's special day? Choose a gift sure to impress When you present it in your party dress. Wrapped up with flamboyant paper Bows and ribbons for your decor A handwritten card with friendly art Has a simple message that's from the heart If you can't do all that, then never fear, Just help to spread the birthday cheer. Beauty is Pain I once met Alia St. Heather The most attractive woman ever, That the tides would collide And the magnets would rise Just to hit poor Alia St. Heather! Fame Glamour, glitz, and hollywood So glittering, you think you would Just love to have that famous life Where money and luxury are rife You get yourself up to the top The recognition never stops But every little thing you try Is watched by a thousand little eyes. Your every step and every move Is measured with an attitude Of criticism and scrutiny Unbearable publicity Your privacy has just been dashed For a name and extra cash And now your life's turned for the worst Fame's no blessing, but a curse. Why Do Your Poems Rhyme? Free Verse is lovely to hear, But to my heart, rhyming is dear! 2 AM In The Summer In a room At the end of the hall Lies your room Darkened and small A faint glow comes From the screen Of your computer As it gleams. I hear some sounds From your headphones. Instant messagers And cat videos. You haven't noticed That it's 2 A.M. You've been staying up all night Talking to your friends. Your eyes have circles Of darkness. Your face looks tired But blithe. I won't tell you to go to bed So you'll stay up all night. Bus Windows From the window of a bus You watch the world pass by Houses lined on familiar streets Beneath a sunny sky You watch the piles and puffs of cloud Imagine them into shapes, Whether you see towering skyscrapers, Or grassy meadow landscapes, The bus window is a place for daydreams For getting lost in your own thoughts For wistfulness and pondering To organize and plot, From a bus window you're given A slideshow of scenery Of black paved roads and yellow houses Of lively leaves of green, It's an unlikely quiet place One free from busyness and fuss, Alone with only the world and your mind From the window of a bus. The Irate Time Teller Analog clock up on the wall, I can't tell the time at all! You tick and tock so mockingly What do those lines and numbers mean? Oh please, just stop confusing me! Magic Skies Red and orange give the sun a goodnight kiss The moon rises from horizon to see what he's missed The stars sparkle when I look at them And night's just about to begin. Dusted with glitter is the velvet sky When you look up to see the airplanes fly The day starts to fade Goes down a shade And all today is put away You feel the heat start to relax The blazing sun is tucked away to nap The moon's a diamond The world is silent Just for a moment when The summer night grandly begins. Lorem Ipsum Lorem Ipsum fills the page With dummy filler text Placeholders meant to take up space So don't be perplexed, When you see a website all laid out With its colors, borders, and patterns And try to read the messy words All written in nonsense Latin. Eyes Eyes embedded in their socket Marbles, round and smooth Filled with wonder and excitement Able to convey your every mood. A sclera white, littered with vessels A pupil a dark abyss, An iris comes in any shade From gray to the wildest purple tint. They can be a coffee brown Dark and deep and kind Or, they could be a deep-sea blue Calm, turquoise, and maritime. They can be a mottled hazel Or sparkling emerald green Eyes can show your happiness Joyful as they gleam. But eyes aren't always so cheerful As they sometimes drip with tears, Red and puffy, irritated Or shocked with panic and fear. Eyes are your ticket to a world Of magic, sight, and color Your eyes are unique and only yours And not like any other. Jewelry Box In a drawer in the dresser Is a box adorned with feather With beads and ivory set in the lid In careful paper wrapping it's hid Open up the golden clasp, Careful not to stutter and gasp For this is my incredible jewelry collection, Each trinket polished to perfection. Watches made of solid platinum Beaded gloves made out of satin Necklaces with glittering pendants Emeralds, rubies, oh, how splendent! Sapphires and moonstone opals Chains make the jewelry that more noble The beauty is unimaginable Too bad it's dreadfully fragile. Summer Nostalgia Those skies of pastel blue and white With memories forlorn They incite in me the deep nostalgia That makes my heart feel torn. When the sun set on the beach Turning the water gold How brilliant the world had seemed How colorful and bold. When I would run across the sand on scorching days And felt the salty water, cool like ice The world was a lucid, vivid place How beautiful, how nice. When I had pink-stained sunburned cheeks And put my summer sundress on When we grew lazy from the heat When life didn't feel so wrong. Now I have things to fret about And have no more perfect summer days Now my heart is filled with the nostalgia Of summertimes gone away. School Supplies Notebooks with multicolored covers Myriads of pencils and pens Folders printed with puppies and kittens Binders thick and thin. A new graphing calculator (Break it and you're in trouble!) Highlighters, markers, colored pencils All wrapped up in a bundle. Protractors, erasers, crayons, too Lined paper, college ruled All this I toss in my new backpack For the very first day of school. Universe Sandbox I wish I could leave this planet Earth And be the universe's ruler Galaxies spiral in stardust arcs Around my little finger. I stir up gas and dust to form The planet of my choosing In a blink of my eyes they fizzle with life And I find it quite amusing. I collapse the giant stars in on themselves To form massive black holes Watching solar systems sucked into oblivion Oh, the poor helpless souls. How fun it would be to play god for a day The universe is your playground It's all fun and games until It's not all running sound and Space is warped around and around and all comes crashing down. Deep Green Trees If a forest were just like the sea Instead of water, trees and leaves At its beginning it's shallow and small Tiny trees not very tall Small grasses and patches of moss On them, mushrooms and flowers emboss With little squirrels and rabbits, chipmunks and larks Few venture past the forest's start. Walk on, daring to explore The grounds blanketed with feuillemort The trees grow more like ugly witches Some dead and hollow, branches wicked Careful not to disturb the bushes rustling Or swat at the strange insects hovering. The canopy grows thick and dense And still you walk on, slightly tense... The soil's made of decaying humus The air grows damp, misty and brumous You breathe in the scents of bark and moss And suddenly you feel quite lost Deep in the forest, murky and silent Where it's eerily dark and deadly silent Until there's a crunching in the leaves... If the forest were just like the sea Allergies Just when the spring has sprung in color It feels like a lovely entrance for summer A tree's leaves bud in all their splendor Allergies are such a bummer... Flowers Flowers are tied like bows onto trees Flowing like ribbons in a warm spring breeze They shoot up from the ground in spirited blossoms From the rare and astounding to the modest ones, common They give color to the mottled green and brown earth As they cast off the gray winter and give the spring birth In the shimmering sun they glisten and sway Flowers give springtime a resplendent bouquet. The Magic of Reading Inside a cover, red and bright Upon a page of paper white Are words printed in plain black font Books aren't flashy and haven't much to flaunt But inside these covers lies an incredible story Full of heartache and heartbreak and wonder and worry You won't need to pack much, the only things you'll need Are an open mind, imagination, and knowing how to read. Tea Set Painted with polka dots, flowers, and trees Are the components of the crockery. Little dishes for sugar and cream Tea brewed with fresh loose leaves Choose what you want: there's myriads Of types like oolong, green, and black Herbal teas, floral or fruity and luscious Or peppermint teas, tasting like something precious White tea, light, airy and pure Chamomile and many more There's a variety you'll love for sure! Teacups and saucers and a stout teapot Contain the tea, piping hot Pour it into a dainty porcelain cup Don't wait for it to get cold-Drink up! The Challenger Across these hills and cobbled paths How far I've come to roam The challenger awaiting you With might as strong as stone. Over the land they feel my cries Make mountains quake and quiver A true opponent standing proud While cowards merely shiver. "I accept, prepare to lose!" I boast, but truly know To accept a loss so gracefully With heart of shining gold. Ode To The Water Cycle Undeniable, reliable You are what makes our lives so full. Oh, without you where would we be With congested clouds and stagnant seas? Carrying on endlessly Without you, how boring it would seem! With no rushing, gushing rapid streams! Why, you're simply rife Brimming with wildlife Micro plankton, hulking whales, Things with flippers, beaks, and scales Rainbow coral, slimy snails. And you let is all run seamlessly smooth Oh, where would we be without you? Where would we be without the rain? Snow, sleet, hail, things that precipitate You seem so beautiful, so complex, That in such an ode, I only bet, I've just gotten my feet wet. Trypophobia Trypophobia's the fear of holes That look like fungal spores, Bubbles in a glass of milk Or skin with greasy pores. If you've ever seen a piece of pumice Or a sponge, squishy and wet And squirm and grimace in disgust Or worry, jump, and fret You may have trypophobia The fear of cavities or spots To see pockmarks, punctures, and other things You'd really rather not! (If you have trypophobia, lest you forget Don't look it up on the internet!) Riddles I have four legs but I cannot walk I have a tongue but cannot talk I have a face and hands but only gears I cannot hear but I have ears. I have eyes but cannot stare. I have a heart but cannot care. I take trips but never fall I see up high but am not tall. Rosy Cheeks In the winter when the streets are lined With crisp and stark white snow Your cheeks turn a rosy rubicund color As they're buffeted with winds of cold. In the spring when a jolly sun Wakes up from its winter dozing Your cheeks are peach with the utter joy From the symphony of your heart's composing. In summertime when the blazing sun Gives your cheeks a warm incarnadine glows You spend hours upon in the verdant backyard Where oak trees tower and green grass grows. In the autumn when you wake up for school And stuff your brand-new locker You find yourself blushing over some new crush And looking and feeling so awkward. Rosy cheeks are always in season No matter circumstances or reason. Mistakes You've made a mistake? How awkward! How discommodious, improper! Why, you should be ashamed! To make a mishap, you wouldn't deign! You're a failure! A no one! A dysfunctional flop! Why, right about now you should just quit and stop! You should give up on your dreams over one little mistake. Because one little mess-up, that's what it would take... If you were really a no-one and had no backbone If you weren't so quick to have the towel thrown Why, you're as determined and stubborn and rigid as stone Go pick yourself up! Go show how it's done! You won't get anywhere by just trying once! Let yourself get wiser, more resourceful and stern A mistake is really the best way to learn. Napping On A Cloud If it was possible to nap on a cloud It would be as soft as eiderdown As lightweight and soft as if crafted from dreams Bedizened with a show of soft sunlight beams. I would watch the sun make its great daytime trip And feel the raindrops as they drip I would sleep under a moonlight like molten silver And wake up to wave at the passing by villagers The pillow-fluffed eaves of this mattress enshroud If I could take a nap on a cloud. Purple Purple is enchanting The color of wizards robes Of thaumaturgy and sorcery Of wands and staves and tomes. Purple is extravagant The color of squandering and excess Like gaudy, overbearing robes And incredible violet dresses. Purple is the color of lavender fields And sunset clouds above Purple is the color of imagination Of farfetched dreams and love. Sorrow Sorrow burns through your soul With its black and vile flames It turns joy and hope to dust and soot And plays with your mind its twisted games. Sorrow blazes on with a fire Wicked and unforgiving It grasps your happiness with fiendish tendrils And makes your life feel not worth living. Sorrow leaves you a shambling husk Empty and hollowed out That you'll ever return from its blackening burn Seems a distant and forlorn doubt. I Hope You Find Someone I hope you find someone who makes you feel Like the only person on Earth Like you are are their only concern and care And you are their universe. I hope they wake you up with a smile And make funny faces while you work I hope they admire you and see The beauty in your quirks. I hope they treat you with what you deserve And want to be with you forever I hope they cuddle with you on the couch And give you fuzzy sweaters. I hope they love you every day And every single night I hope they understand you If you get into a fight. I hope you find someone who makes you feel Like before you were incomplete And that a life without them next to you Is a horrible thing to perceive. Goddess of the Universe Her hair is woven from galaxies Of nebulae and space Draping in spirals of gas and dust And framing her heavenly face. Her eyes are a mess of elysian stardust Restless like lost souls Swirling and shifting every second Into pupils like black holes. With skin a sort of ivory Impossibly smooth and white It emits a soft and lucent glow Like a burning star's radiant light. Her dress is a simple deep black color Sewn from space-time fabric It falls to the floor in an elegant sweep And seems mysterious as magic. She wears an expression serene and calm On complexion alabaster It seems as though the secrets of time Would be revealed if you asked her. Seasons The sun emerges from a rain light and steady Petals and pollen are nature's confetti To celebrate a season so vivacious and bright With efflorescence wherever touches the light Chipper birds serenade, croon, and sing In the flourishing fascination of spring. In a sweltering heat like that of an oven Joyous memories shape by the dozen Where wasps and bees and mosquitos abound Makes a season with charm and charisma profound For in summer, you again are a child Free to be reckless, unbridled and wild. Browns, oranges, purples and pines Help you to savor the bits of sunshine That will fade into rarity in a month or two So autumn benevolently gives you A pallet of comfort in the hues of the leaves As they tumble and topple on a house's eaves. In a season sacredly white and austere With only soft crunching of footsteps to hear Come winds icy and stark, chilling you to the bone Winter seems unparalleled and alone In its beauty, severe and seeming eternal In a silent white world, asleep and hibernal. Origin Flower An ethereal magic in the air you feel Something lucid and lustrous but altogether unreal As in peripheral you spy Sparkling in the corner of your eye With its petals unfolded in a bloom white and pure Looking delicate, graceful, and somehow demure A flower with petals unfurled, crisp and clean As starkly white as could ever be A white flower set on a background of green With petals dreamily soft and so simply pristine It seems wisened and steeped in the ways of the Earth And yet seems as youthful and recent as birth. Wasp His legs twitch with indignation Plump with bitterness, fuzzy with fury A mandible of seething rage On the wings of hatred in a frantic hurry Antennae jerk with resentment His head is brimming with hateful things A wasp is a truly odious creature With its heinous and wretched sting. Caterpillar A cute and wriggly caterpillar Hatches from a tiny egg Scampering and skittering With a hundred little legs He's striped like a friendship bracelet Moving segments at a time Munching at milkweed's fresh green leaves Up plants and trees he climbs. And when he's grown quite large in size He'll spin to wrap himself up And slowly but surely metamorphose Over the course of nearly a month And one day, when his chrysalis Is ripped open and pried He emerges an alluring and incredible insect As a monarch butterfly. Hedgehogs With prickly stiff but harmless spines Is a hedgehog, perky and cute He curls up in a spiky ball Or cuddles in a boot His eyes are curious, bitty and black As his little snout explores He sees the world from his hedgehog height Petite and on all fours. Dachshund A dachshund is long but very short Quite the paradox, for sure His paws could reach for miles But his tummy touches the floor. Joshua The Carrot Josh Carrot grew up from the ground By the farmer, he was found Dug up with the iron shovel But to the farmer's sudden trouble Josh grew legs and hands and eyes And didn't look a bit surprised He stood up and walked away While the farmer said, "That's enough today." Josh made his way out to the road He walked but stopped to think, and slowed It would take him far too long To walk to town all on his own To a squirrel, fur gray and brown He asked, "Could I have a lift to town?" And so he rode on the rodent's back With only sunlight as a snack A traveler once saw them, and began to wonder "Do I really need to see a doctor?" But they rode on, even through night Navigating in soft moonlight. They approached the town gates with earnest and smiles They'd been traveling for quite a while So Josh stepped down from his furry friend But his journey was far from its end. The guards looked at him and stifled a laugh A walking carrot, imagine that! But Josh said "Excuse me, sir, just maybe," "You'd open up the gates for me?" Josh marched on through the Central Street Many people did he meet A merchant tried to grab his head "A quality carrot!" He had said, But Josh squirmed and wriggled free, Shouting, "Please, do let me be!" Josh then had his dignity No longer just a lowly seed The townsfolk never pushed him off The rabbits didn't take him to nosh And then Josh was the main endearment A carrot given sense and reason! Eventually, it came to pass He left the little town at last He had grown into quite an icon Townsfolk were sad to see him be gone But he had intelligence and wit And there were battles to be fit So Josh rode on with his trusty squirrel On his mission to save the world. What Lies in the Dark Lighting a candle, you watch as it creates shadows Dancing and flickering on stone brick walls Clammy brume surrounds you in a cloud As you softly step down the narrow halls A network of tunnels left underground Labyrinthine and twisting, they follow no pattern You walk on, anxious and uncertain Of what's around the corner at every turn Coming to a stop at a padlocked door With its clamps and latches rusted tight You try your key, to no avail As you watch your candle dwindle of light From the stairs come a squelching, sickening sound Footsteps from terrors and monsters unknown Coming closer, you hear their heavy breaths Hot and sweaty, but chilling you to the bone Your candle vanishes in a puff of smoke Leaving you in darkness, empty and stark But it's not the absence of light that scares you, It's what lies in the dark. |