Here you can find a variety of poems that I wrote myself. I hope my poetry inspires you to write your own!
Your guidance has inspired me
While you have admired me
I have looked up to you
And seen your heart,
Whole and true
You are as kind as a newborn sun
And are loads and loads of fun
Race, age, size, looks
Anyone, anywhere
Can find a good fit book.
Sometimes I think
It would be fun to be homeschooled.
I’d have lots of vacation.
I’d be able to wear pajamas on sleepy days.
I’d be able to spend recess with my brother.
But I also know
It’s a lot of work
For two gifted kids
To be homeschooled
By their gifted parents.
As spring comes to an end
And my A/C comes on
The windows
In my house
Are closing.
And so is
My window
Of opportunity.
I want to do
Something special
To finish off
My elementary years.
My bedroom window is closing
And with it,
My window of opportunity.
Happiness comes in small packages
Like when you make your best friend smile
Or when your parent says “I love you”
Or when you outsmart your teacher
Or when you prove yourself to the world
Happiness comes in small packages
I can’t wait for the mail to come.
Sometimes it’s hard to keep it in
Sometimes it’s hard to be a good girl
Sometimes it’s hard to look the part
Sometimes it’s hard to hide my feelings
Sometimes it’s hard to make decisions
Sometimes it’s hard to stand up to people
Sometimes it’s hard to do what I believe in
Sometimes it’s hard to control my temper
Sometimes I have to let it go
The trees swirl
In harmony with the clouds
The thunder rumbles
Hand-in-hand with the waves
The lightning cracks
And I stumble backwards, horrified.
But then I gaze out at the sand,
Wispy and white,
And then at the sky,
Bold and beautiful.
I’m scared out of my wits.
But I’m breath taken with the view.
It’s a rounded hole
Overflowing with steamy liquid
The smooth, brown shield
Hides the mysteries within
My stick breaks the surface
And the liquid scatters
For a second, I see an endless hole
Of clutter
But then, the coating returns
And the ingredients of my soup
Are hidden once more.
Brainstorm ideas
Think out of the box
Push yourself to be your best
Be caring, be kind
Be helpful and thoughtful
And put your heart to the test
Take care of yourself
Take care of others
Take care of the things you share
Take of care of your body
Take care of your clothes
Take care of your toenails and hair
I know this poem
Doesn’t have much to do
With the Emily that you know
But that just proves
If you only check the surface
How much doesn’t show
Because my Mommy tells me these things
And her mommy told her them too
But now, Mommy, you do these things
Because you’re perfect just being you.
I love you more
Then I can say
In a couple of words on a page
So I’ll just say three, and here they are:
Mommy, Happy Birthday.
Circles that never end,
Lines of black that turn and bend
Fields of blue forevermore
And to think you bought it in a store.
Boxy, squared, black and gray
Bulky, always in the way
Thin, long, lots of lights
Colors from red to blue to white
Hard to pick
To make a decision
When I use
My television
Lumpy, grumpy, curdled up
Black and blue and green
If my sleeping bag was a person,
It would be really mean
It feel like there’s something missing there.
I can’t stop feeling it, yet I know eventually I will.
Someday, this hole will close.
It will be replaced after time.
Translation: I lost my tooth and it is really annoying!