I am every curved wing,
The life of every gentle spring.
I am every drop of sun.
The moon and I are also one.
I am the clouds drifting by
And the leaves that cover up the sky
I am the cause of eagles' pride,
The confidence in horses' stride.
I am the spirit of rainy days
And the wind that chases clouds away.
I am rising sun and falling snow,
A peaceful place for you to go,
The world outside your window.
What if the world crumbles in a day?
What if safety is taken away?
What if missiles fill the sky?
What if this is where we die?
But what if we make it through
To stale old fear on mornings new?
What if we get past the hump
To realize our world is in a slump?
We wake up to the remains of a world,
Ashes and rain together swirled,
Timid smiles, full of fear,
And tired eyes bearing tears.
Still it all keeps on turning.
The same old sun, it keeps on burning.
Still we see these flickers of life;
Hearts not yet broken by their strife.
Weathered souls produced by trials
Still endure with gentle smiles.
What if we can get up and rebuild?
What if the cracks in the ground can be filled?
What if hope puts them back together?
To the other side we can weather.
We’re taking charge from now on.
The days of cold and despair are gone.
We’ll stand up, wipe off the dust.
Nothing in this world can break us.
Thank you
For the sun in the sky
Thank you
For the light in my mind
Thank you
For every day
Thank you
The only words I can pray
Thank you
For all of your love
Thank who
The only God above
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Why am I afraid to fall?
Mirror, mirror in my dream,
How come you don’t look like me?
Hundred versions of myself,
Each and every one needs help.
I’m scared of what tomorrow brings.
I know I can’t do everything.
I don’t want to waste my time,
Winter worries to lost sunshine.
Mirror, mirror, go away.
Don’t ruin me, don’t waste the day.
Mirrored wall breaking down,
I think at last I hit the ground.
Maybe I'm flying
On wings of glass.
Any moment
I'll fall and crash,
But don't make me stop,
Please don't.
Maybe it hurts
Too much to let go.
Maybe I'm just not sure
How to say no.
I don't want to stop.
Please don't give up.
Maybe I'll crack,
But I won't let myself break.
I'll get up again,
Learn from each mistake.
I'm never going to stop.
Please don't give up on me.
These wings of glass,
They seem unsteady.
Life is tough.
Am I ready?
Nothing can make me stop.
I won't give up on me.
I’ve got to write fourteen lines
So I’ll take it one step at a time.
First I’ll think of things I care about,
Then I’ll get some words and write them out.
What could the subject be?
What do I say in my poetry?
Should I reflect on the past,
Or speak of a future that will come at last?
Should I rhyme or use free verse?
Will a looser flow be better or worse?
Should I use techniques or just be free?
Which option is most easy?
Whatever I do it must be my own,
But look! I’ve already made a poem!
At first it's just a smirk
And then maybe a smile
A tickle in your chest
A grin from mile to mile
A snort is in your throat
It won't be swallowed back
A single laugh gets out
Before giggles attack
It's all started
And now it will not stop
Face aflame
And shaking bottom to top
You cannot pause the tidal wave
The tears are in your eyes
This humorous delight
Well, it has no disguise
Your body is in chaos
As all your systems panic
But right now it's all ok
Not at all like being sick
You've never felt so happy
You're light as a balloon
As laughter echoes through the night
Your smiles reach the moon
You try to get a grip
Suck desperately for air
You’re so close to a stop
But then you dare
You cast a glance at her
And look her in the eye
And then you both collapse
To laugh until you cry
Pages and pages
Besides what’s in my head
So many phrases
Plus all my words unsaid
I don’t know what to do
How do I organize my mind
Are my words even true
When the perfect one is so hard to find
I see the vague shapes of thoughts
Like silhouettes on the horizon
I move towards them but I’m lost
I can hardly turn my mind on
Just faded mists of dreams
Beyond the reach of language
Maybe I’ll just express with color beams
I’d better try before they turn beige
Maybe I'm a regular baby
Writing a poem about my mommy
But I don't care, I want you to see
Why she means so much to me.
She wakes me each day with a smile
And then jokes with me for a while.
She uses her time to teach.
Without her I couldn't reach
This height. I don't know,
How she does all this to help me grow,
But she is, somehow
A superhero now!
I love the dazzling sunshine;
I smile in the rain.
This whole entire wood is mine;
In here I feel no pain.
"Nature is the best remedy,"
Said the thoughtful Henry Thoreau,
But this is what I see:
There's one better place to go.
When I'm feeling mad or sad
I open up a certain Book.
What's there that makes me feel so glad?
Why don't you take a look!
The whole world now is staying home
Everyone from here to Rome
Because this is all so unknown
They all fear and stay alone
But there is still hope yet unseen
Hope in God is what I mean
Soon the masks will be put away
And I will rejoice on that day
“With everyone in quarantine
New courage is what I’ve seen
Now all is more than just okay”
That is what I hope to say
For courage does combat the fear
When I know that God is here
He makes me strong as a knite
I am sinless in His sight!
Out on the water, I'm with her there.
High speed plays with our hair.
In silly selfies you can't deny
The twinkle in our eye.
We laugh and smile in the sunset.
Summer isn't quite done yet;
There's still just a splash more fun,
Going red out in the sun.
On our way back, a moonlit ride,
Still my best friend's by my side.
The silken water ripples softly.
Let loving peace wash over me.
Oh, how great to have a friend!
Our whispered giggles have no end.
Cheeks red as cherries
Snow so white and pure
See the Christmas fairies
You'll be smiling for sure
They fly all around town
Singing far off key
Don't tell them to quiet down
I hope they'll come and visit me
They deck every haul
Every wreath they hang
They're having a jolly ball
As holiday songs are sang
Their lights are twinkling
Before every eye
The warm glow sets us dreaming
Deep into the night sky
Have you ever had the feeling
That your heart was made of air,
Buoyant as the clouds,
Beautiful and fair?
When all the good seems multiplied,
Your happiness is doubled.
When all bad feelings are left behind,
Were you ever really troubled?
I'm not sure about you, but I do.
I start to feel this way,
So peaceful and so pleased,
On a bright, vivid fall day.
When the orange trees reach and reach.
They try to touch the deep blue sky,
Which reflects the other's brightness
As the hours and days go by.
I'm reminded of my friends,
Our giggles as we play.
We laugh and laugh and laugh,
Or talk the time away!
I think that some of us are the sky,
And others make the trees.
We're made to glow brighter together
As we smile on with ease.
Wind rustles in the leaves,
I notice as each one gleams
That the sun is setting from behind.
The world is gold, it seems.
I see all of this beauty
As the leaves remember summer sun.
They put on quite a show
To keep up all the fun!
I remember this day last year
And all of the good ol’ times.
I'm excited for it all again
When there's nothing new to put in rhymes.
I always keep my eyes open.
There's always something new.
I love, love, love the past,
But there's more fun in the present, too!
Everything is so exciting!
I can't bear to wait for tomorrow,
Though I never want today to end!
There's always a thing to learn, a new way to grow.
True, school can be quite dull.
Over math I feel my eyelids drop,
But I love to know I'm learning,
And sometimes I don't want to stop!
I like it best to have art before my eye
Or perhaps a book in my hand.
I get the strangest feeling,
You might not understand.
I feel the ideas stir inside of me.
I itch to grab the nearest pencil
And pour all the inspiration out.
My hands and mind just can’t sit still!
Excuse me, sir?
Have you seen my words?
When I reach for them they scatter
And run away in great herds.
Are you sure they didn't pass by?
Where could they be?
Could they hide in the sky?
Will they ever come back to me?
I can feel them like they're there,
But when I try to touch them,
I cannot catch a hair!
Not even a dress hem!
If you find my words,
Please let me know.
They fly away like birds,
But I don't want to let them go!
Season flipped, now it's fall
Time to get ready for some fun, y'all
The leaves slowly change their hue
Just to warm the eyes of me and you
All the world is one bright fire
Dressed in a vivid orange attire
These leaves mean second chances
Fall, then wait for the avalanches
Winter passes, they return
The sharpest pine and the smallest fern
But for now we simply sit
To enjoy the peace of all of it
We smile at the glow inside
From the soft pumpkin spice you can't hide
Days of leaf piles and hay bales
And we can't forget the sweater sales
Smell the sharp, tangy bonfire
Joy and praise fly higher and higher
Through the great ocean above
Through every cloud, sculpted with love
Soon to reach the Lord of all
The very One who gave us this fall
Boredom.
I long to go someplace new.
Boredom.
And do exciting things, too.
Boredom.
A far off place I wish to roam.
Boredom.
But we are only staying home.
Home.
The place I am every day.
Home.
Where all my siblings run and play.
Home.
Of the love I am quite sure.
Home.
Here I can find adventure.
Adventure.
Always something new to find.
Adventure.
Be it real or in my mind.
Adventure.
Imagination and much more!
Adventure.
Now I know it's time to explore.
Explore.
I find the meaning in each wall.
Explore.
Now what will I see down the hall?
Explore.
I greet the magic at each bend.
Explore.
Really, the fun knows no end!
Monday.
I eagerly await the end of this week,
The start of May.
Maybe I'll take a stroll in the creek,
But will it be to celebrate
Or to ease my disappointment?
To know this I cannot wait.
Did they like the entry I sent?
Tuesday.
The ground is a magical carpet
Of a flowery array.
Only a few have not bloomed yet;
Most have opened up their glorious petals
To show what makes them so lovely
And when the right time calls
I will bloom, too. Just wait and see.
Wednesday.
I have smiled all night in bed
And also all day.
My art has been accepted!
I have new confidence
That my writing could be, too.
My excitement is immense;
How to contain it, I have no clue.
Thursday.
I bickered with my little sister
In a childish way.
She offended me about a picture.
I came at her with my paintbrush.
I failed to keep my anger in
But next time, into rage I will not rush.
When we fail, second chances let us win.
Friday.
I did not do it this time
But it's okay.
I'll keep on using rhythm and rhyme
To honor God, the One who made me
And gave me the talent and passion.
I will always be loved by Him, you see.
He is here, no matter what may happen.
On a perfect spring day I step out the back door
And it’s far more exciting than my brother’s high score.
I can’t take his video game talk anymore.
I am hit by all the wonder at once.
Beautiful things to behold by the bunch!
My breath is swept away in a kind punch.
The warm air wraps around me in a light loving hug.
The sweet smell of lilac attracts me and many a bug.
Am I a poet?
I don't match any poems I've read.
Am I a poet?
I love to write what's on my mind.
Am I a post?
Inspiration is easy to find.
Am I a poet?
With beautiful words I captivate.
Am I a poet?
I was made by a God who can create.
Am I a poet?
He gave me love for poetry.
Am I a poet?
I write for Him with glee.
I am a poet.
I want my own book of poetry,
My heart in words for all to see.
All of my hopes and all of my fears
From all of these wonderful years,
Years of me only being myself,
In a neat volume on the shelf.
I want my poems there to inspire
And to make hopes rise a little higher,
But what I want more than that would be
To honor the God who loves me,
To share his mercy and grace about.
You see, talents aren't just given out.
No, God examines carefully
To see what most fits you or me
So we can do our best possible
And use our talents to they're full
To spread the love
Of God above.
Shopping with my teenage sister.
Picking out fun clothes with her.
Eat our fast food in the car
While rain pours down so hard.
Come home to go back out.
To splash in the puddles with no pout.
To bounce on the trampoline
Because more fun we've never seen.
Then she wants to go back in.
"Can we play a board game, then?"
But no, she doesn't want to play.
She hasn't had her phone all day.
And now it's all she wants to do,
Abandoning everything, including me, too.
It's always like that and it's alright
For her to text all day and night.
But today is different,
Today she did some things with me
And now I see an opportunity.
We have started and I don't want to stop.
I want to end the day perfectly like a cherry on top.
When I run outside wanting to cry,
I climb the tree and feel I can fly!
All of my worries float far away
As I look at the beautiful day.
When I am up here
My head becomes clear.
My thoughts all go straight.
I can hardly wait
To put it all into words,
Starting with the calling birds:
Whirperdee, whirperdee, whirper wee-wee-wee, werrwe!
Cheeper, cheeper, cheeper!
Wher-whepher, wepher!
Christmas is a time of bliss and delight
Since that long ago night, calm and dozy.
See how the lights twinkle happily?
They are everywhere:
'Round the windows and on the tree..
Their light so bright
Shines through the night
So warm and rosy
And always cozy.
A calming sight, if you let it be.
Don't you feel the comfort in the air?
Love abounds, don't you see?
To save the world with power and might,
Christ was born, delicate as a posy.
There was a bookworm named Abby
Whose sister was way too gabby.
Slamming a book in her lap,
Abby said, "Shut your trap!"
And from then on she was so crabby.
Flowers, so lovely and bright,
Lovingly clothed by God in majesty,
Owe our eyes nothing but their beauty’s delight.
When I see one, I sketch with glee.
even busy bees stop at the sight.
Rays of sunlight glow and we
See flowers that inspire me to write.
Gone are the long days of summer fun,
Once, but certainly not for all.
Still shines the bright old and faithful sun
On this new season we call fall.
There is a crisp snap in the cold air.
The scented candles are now lit.
The squawk of birds is not at all rare,
When flying South they do not quit.
The loft is a special place right now.
It is nice and cute and cozy.
There are twinkle lights and somehow
They make cold seem warm and rosy.
Dropped acorns crunch beneath my feet
As I walk across the backyard.
Leaves of cardinal, pumpkin, and wheat
Could decorate a lovely card.
Endless the activities now are;
Feeling the thwang of our bowstrings,
Tromping through the woods as we go quite far,
Pretending pioneers and things.
Hot cocoa we drink from teacups fine.
Pumpkin muffins taste wonderful.
Patterned leggings you know are mine,
My drawer of them is bursting full.
Piles of leaves are scattered about
To be burned in cheery firelight,
Or put on the trampoline. Without
Hose's rain, the leaves are a delight.
Perfectionists' school takes a long time,
But when I am done, art and words,
Perhaps a nice sketch and a rhyme,
Are inspired by fall in herds.
Though fall may be different for another,
The leaves still show second chances,
Because they fall, they can start over.
God shows mercy, the Bible says.