Here you can find a variety of poems that I wrote myself. I hope my poetry inspires you to write your own!
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 day after Thanksgiving
Holiday cheer will spread
The day after Thanksgiving
Mistletoe hangs overhead
The day after Thanksgiving
Trees being cut down
The day after Thanksgiving
Presents will be found
The day after Thanksgiving
Lights on every door
The day after Thanksgiving
Turkeys are no more
The day after Thanksgiving
Christmas has begun
But don’t rush toward those holidays,
I want to enjoy this one.
I sneak by cruel men,
White men, hunting for me
I am on the run
Soon to be dead
I cringe as the leaves crunch beneath my feet
A man slowly turns around
Surely searching for me
I stand still
Bracing for the worst.
He looks around, but cannot find me
I sigh, and run
I am free
The midnight air is frozen.
The morning dew is everywhere.
In the afternoon, you can see your breath.
In the evening, you shiver under your thick, winter coat.
Every morning, you jump out of bed to see if it snowed.
Every night, you jump into bed to see how it feels to be warm and toasty.
All the day, a sort of magic lingers.
Winter has begun.
To read a book is to enchant your imagination
To read a book is to believe that anything is possible
To read a book is to never, ever want to put it down
To read a book is to dive into a world filled with magic
Nothing is softer
Than a mother holding her child
Nothing is harder
Than a mother fighting with her child
Nothing is scarier
Than a mother who must fight for
her child
Nothing is stronger
Than a mother’s love for her child
The 14th step up creaks
The blue couch is missing a pillow
The TV in the basement needs a good smacking
The dining room table has a crack above it
This will always be home.
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be a teacher.
Lessons and apples galore
Students waiting at the classroom door.
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be an actress.
Shining on the silver screen
A super model, teenage
dream
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be an author
Work in my PJ’s all day
Pencil and pen are my
way
I’ve got it!
I’m going to be me.
Perfectly unique
A nerdy, sappy,
geek.
I say what I say
I say what I say
But somehow
it never comes out that way
I do what I do
I do what I can
But somehow
There’s always a flaw in my plan
I type what I type
I type what I want
But somehow
It ends in a different font
I am who I am
I am the best I can be
At least that part works
And shows beautiful me.
The hallways are dark
The stairs creak
The house moans
The wind whistles
The faucet drips
The curtains billow
Then sharp as a nail
The doorbell rings