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Winter's Demons- a scary story.
Some say that in the winter, when the shadows are long and the bare branches of the trees reach out with long, crooked fingers, that that is when the dead come out.
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What is a Poem?
What is a poem?
Well, a poem is a song.
What song?
A lullaby, and the lyrics are your dreams.
A poem is the river rushing, carrying thoughts and words.
A never ending sky, and the caw of a lonely bird.
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Who Is Autumn?
Autumn is a woman with a top hat and golden eyes atop a horse as dark as night.
Autumn is the auburn hills glowing in the light of the harvest moon.
Autumn is the pumpkins and the squash and the nostalgia.
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The Storm Inside
Before the storm,
I see the darkness,
an ominous silhouette on the horizon.
I feel the wind, making the trees sway from side to side,
a gusty swoop of exhilaration.
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Dream song
An obsidian stallion gallops over hills of jade,
crying sapphire tears.
A lunar eclipse in a lavender sky
Enchanted forest with wisps of mist
drifting inside a solarium
Sparks ignite a flame that creates stars, -
Ancestry (Dedicated to my grandparents)
To the ones that came before me,
ancestry, a family tree,
from you to my father, to my mother.
A lifetime of memories
makes a choir.
Though you may have the solo,
there is also a duet,
a trio,
Loves
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Eros' Arrow
When Eros shoots the heart of one
The piercing point of Beauty’s son
Borne of love and lust and loss
To pine for one’s a lover’s cost.
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Tides
Drawn like a magnet,
the moon and the sea.
Water reaching for light,
stars shining in the night,
watching as the moon-
pulls away,
steering the water astray.
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Last Day of School
I wrote this poem about a month ago, and I recited it at Fifth Grade Night on Wednesday, June 12, and just this morning at my graduation.
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For A Friend I'll Never See Again
She’s lived here
most of her life
She never thought
that would change.
