Apr 01

One Word


Proud to be who I am.

Beaming,

Then one word.

One sentence.

They are talking about me

That grin vanishes,

Because of one word.

Just one small word.

And I am running.

Cautious.

All because of one word. 

 
Mar 31

Standing in the Rain

My feet planted in the mud.

The sky, dark and soft.

Grey clouds promising me.

The soft pattern has arrived.

Soaking me inside and out.

My soul and my mind,

Being washed clean.

The water like sharp bits of heaven pierce me.

Running down my arms.

Dripping from my hair.

Standing in the rain. 

 
Mar 31

At the Window

At the window,

A pencil in my hand.

Light flicking.

I can see the breeze.
Some of the world is thrown into darkness.

Some bits alove,

With a warm glow.
A pale blue sky,

Concealing the wonders beyond. 
My thoughts,

Drifting,

Out the window.

 
Mar 31

In the Morning

In the morning,

We all wake up to a new dawn.

Except some don’t. 

They go to bed and never see the sun come up.
Some go to bed waiting for bombs.

Some see the light,

While some see everlasting dark.
In the morning,

We step out into the bright reality.

No dreams in the bright white light.
In the morning,

We all look up to a new day.

In the morning.

 
Mar 16
poem challenge: SHELTER

My World

Home.

A word that we use,

Almost every day. 

But what does it really mean?

Home can be so many different places.

It could be where you live

Or just where you feel happy.

For me,

Where I feel like home changes like the tide.

Sometimes I will feel at home in my bed,

Outside on a trail.

I can feel at home in school,

Laughing with my friends.

Home isn’t a place for me.

It is a feeling that you get,

A safe feeling.

That is what it means to be home. 

 
Jan 22
poem challenge: HOME-Contest

My World

Home.

A word that we use,

Almost every day. 

But what does it really mean?

Home can be so many different places.

It could be where you live

Or just where you feel happy.

For me,

Where I feel like home changes like the tide.

Sometimes I will feel at home in my bed,

Outside on a trail.

I can feel at home in school,

Laughing with my friends.

Home isn’t a place for me.

It is a feeling that you get,

A safe feeling.

That is what it means to be home. 

 

 
Dec 19

The High Andes


Hiking in the most beautiful place on earth.

The mountains are like skyscrapers, but much more beautiful.

They are breathtaking,

Plants cover the surfaces,

Being so high it's like being on the top of the world.

The sky is blue as paint,

The mountains covered with green.

Llamas grazing,

Little oxygen.

History walked this path,

So did the Incas.

I love hiking in the High Andes    
 
Dec 19

On the Other Wall


One of the workers

Took my painting

And put it on the wall.

She stepped back to look at me.

I am the girl with a pearl earring or Victoria. 

Once the worker leaves,

 I take a look around.

And then someone in another painting waves at me,

She looks to be about my age.

She has dark skin, dark eyes, and a warming smile.

I wave back,

Then she disappears from her painting,

A few seconds later she pops into my painting.

“Hi, my name’s Maddy welcome to The Louis art museum.” 

I don’t say anything.

I am shocked,

Every place I have been to no ones ever talked to me. 

I think it will be nice to have a friend.

On the other wall 
  
 
Dec 18

My Cursed Locker

Lockers line every wall here.

It is a dull, green, and metallic maze.

Glancing at my locker card,

I follow the mob of students into the hall. 

When I finally find my locker,

It looks sad and plain,

The green color like withered moss.

I scan my card to find my combination.

What if I never open my locker? 

What if it got stuck?

What if I got stuck in my locker?

Even though I knew that I would be able to open my locker,

Still I worried.

My combination seemed easy enough to remember,

I followed the directions to find the first number.

Two times to the right then find 12… one to the left then find 32,

And finally to the right till I get to 10. 

When I tried to tug on the lever,

It wouldn't open, 

My locker was still locked. 
Dec 12

What would happen if we were all blind?

What would happen if we were all were blind? 

Would it not matter what you looked like if nobody could see you?

Think about,

Would we not have had wars?

Would we not be racist?

Would everything be much simpler? 

What if we saw the world in black and white,

Truth and lies.

What would happen if we were all blind?

 

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