Silver shimmer,
Golden ray of light
Reflecting.
Glimpsing at earth
Around gray billowing clouds.
How are you,
Mr. Super Moon?
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Category: Poems
Here you can find a variety of poems that I wrote myself. I hope my poetry inspires you to write your own!
The waves crash on the shore
And bleed through the sand
They slip through the grasp
Of every child
They sing softly to babies
And caress big white ships
They are married
To the horizon
And the sun
The ocean.
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September Eleventh
So many lives lost
So many
That tried to save them.
Fires and rubble
Dust and smoke.
Grief strikes the country
Grief strikes the world.
So many people who risked their lives,
Lost their lives,
Gave up their lives.
This Friday,
This day in September
Is so that we remember.
But it’s almost unnecessary.
We will never forget.
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Reading a Book
I learn new things at Hogwarts
And swim with a mermaid
I take my aptitude test
Admire Katniss’s braid
I ride dragons in the sky
Then put fires out
I travel back in time
And hang out with Scout
I run with the Gladers
In the scorching sun
Then play hopscotch with Hitler
Which isn’t much fun
I live out on the prairie
I dig holes in the ground
I move to California
When my ranch is burned down
I do everything, go everywhere
Every single cranny and nook
I am lying, flying, dying, crying,
When I am reading a book.
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The Amusement Park
Screams fill the air
But not the spine-tingling kind,
The thrilled, excited, butterflies kind
The whole place smells like
Candy and pizza and smoke
But it’s good.
The rickety wooden coasters inch up
Every hill
And then begin
To fall.
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National Book Festival
The alarm startles me
Awake.
Today is the day.
Today is the
National Book Festival.
My love for
Books is pretty
Strong.
This festival is a place
Where I can let
My inner nerd
Reign free.
I’m very excited.
I’m also very tired.
But I’m excited.
I see the bold colors on trees.
I hear the rustle of leaves.
I smell the rain on the pavement.
I feel the chill of the breeze.
I taste the thick, autumn air.
It is here.
It is fall.
Creepy crawlies
Spooky shadows
Dusty walls
Dripping red
In the closet
Creaking doors
Turning knobs
Under beds
Monsters are coming.
Boo.
Soft pink petals
Tufts of green
A dreamy meadow
Means peaceful sleep.
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Empty Room
White walls
No furniture
Just empty space
Nothing
No one
In this lonely place
I sit down
Not knowing
What to do
I’m sad
I’m scared
Of this empty room