Boxes and boxes and boxes
Drawers and crates and bins
Up and down the rickety stairs
Over and over again
Organizing and cleaning
For the past two days
And now it’s almost complete
The room switching craze
New rooms.
Category: Poems
Here you can find a variety of poems that I wrote myself. I hope my poetry inspires you to write your own!
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The Olympic Games
The crowds roar in delight
As their favorite athletes fight
Against the elements, the hot and cold
To bring home silver, bronze, or gold.
Nation against nation, in every sport,
With athletes of every sort.
A celebration.
A competition.
The games are here.
The stage,
The lights,
The sounds,
The people.
Before, it was her.
Now, it will be them.
The music
I know by heart.
I
Can’t
Wait.
Concert.
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Peter Pan Jr.
Cold air
Blinding lights
Itchy costumes
Loud people
Rude people
Headaches.
But…
Tingling air
Bright lights
Gorgeous costumes
Quiet people
Kind people
Excitement.
Peter Pan Jr. is a bipolar experience.
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Literary Limerick
Sitting in a corner it looks
Like I’ve found my quiet little nook
The pages I turn
With each word I learn
It’s a beautiful, magical book.
The magic was tarnished but not destroyed.
The excitement was dampened but not drowned.
My smile faltered but did not fall.
I was weak but I did not break.
It was sucky to be sick, but Florida made up for it.
I miss the sunshine and the
Fun.
Back to school.
School is an elevator
Everyone packed together
With somewhere else we’d rather be
Stuffy, desperate to escape
And then a bell dings
And we are released
A stampede of people
Leave the elevator
In the dust.
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Spring Equals
Spring= Flowers
Spring= Showers
Spring= End of school
Spring= Swimming pool
Spring= Blue skies
Spring= Late sunrise
But…
Spring= Wet clothes
Spring= Muddy roads
Spring= SOL’s to take
Spring= No more breaks
Spring= Bees that buzz
Spring= Lots of bugs
The strong smell of blossoms.
The pink petals.
The light drizzles.
The sun hiding behind the clouds.
The warm glow on my skin.
The sweet taste of fruit.
Shorts, sneakers,
Soon to be summer,
Sweet scents,
Strong smells…
Spring.
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The Clock On the Wall
Tick Tock.
Dark oak wood.
Silver frame.
Ornately carved.
Ever so delicate.
Ever so beautiful.
Numbers, painstakingly written.
Thick, black ink.
Something so old,
So simple.
Ticking away
The time
We have left.
Tick Tock.