Jun 17
poem challenge: Mentor

The Best Teacher I Ever Had

I will never forget you,
Your bright smile
Your demanding eyes
You excpected the best of me
So I tried my hardest around you.
The reason I am who I am today
Is partly all thanks to you.
You were the best teacher I ever had
I learned so much in your class
So many skills that will never leave me
Your picture is still crisp in my mind
From the two thirds of a year you were my teacher
I miss you so much.
Thank you
For everything you did in my life.
 
Jun 17
poem challenge: Writing 2022

Dreams Are Like Ghosts

Dreams are like ghosts,
Presenting themselves in the dark
Yet never really there,
They send you running and screaming
Shaking and crying
Wishing you had never seen them
Although deep down you knew it was fake.
Dreams are like ghosts,
They have the ability to pick you up
And help you rise from your darkest hour,
They fill you with joy and hope
Peace and love,
Plastering a smile on your face
Despite a tiny voice in your head
Saying it was all an illusion.
Either way,
Have them be good or bad
Uplifting or downbringing
It was just a semblance of something not really there
Meant to send you spinning in useless circles. 


 
Apr 11

I miss the soft chirps (a haiku)

Feb 23
fiction challenge: Lifeline

A Beautiful Tree for a Desperate Town

It was a cool fall morning and the leaves on trees glistened gold. The wind gently touched my hair, neatly braided behind my back, and tied with my best blue ribbon. My checkered dress swayed as I walked across the lime-green field towards my favorite place in the whole world: 
    A bold twisting tree with branches that reached for the sun. 
    I had always come here. It was my sacred thinking place. The shade of the old oak was everlastingly a comfort, as I would sit and watch the sun rise, reach it’s peak in the sky, then fall back beyond the horizon. I sat here through the day, listening to the sounds around me. 
    I had always known this tree was special. There were rumors and stories, that it was a gift from the Gods, or that it was the tree of life. I liked to make up stories about how it got there. The stories would always end with something funny happening, and that was how I spent my days. 
Nov 23

How much we have changed

Whispers of the wind 
glow of the sun 
my branches have begun to fall
my trunk has started to creak
the land has changed 
the soil in which I am rooted
has held here for decades to come and go
long ago I held a promise
pilgrims relied on my fruit
making way for more humans
years later my land was different
I had a dry, hot home
People had set up their home not far from my roots
I watched as they too changed
after many years they too left
machinery came decades later
it was a devastating sight 
I liked it better before
when it was simply the land and I
my, how much we have changed







 
Nov 23

Nature

Nature has its own thoughts
feelings 
words
I understand them as if they were my own 
swirling colors in my mind
each one saying something new
telling something different 
 
Nov 23

Palace of Love And Laughter

Nov 23

Fresh Snowfall

The mountaintop glittered
Work of a fresh snowfall
With more flakes to come

Foxes run through the thick forest 
Leaving petite marks as they go
Saying "Foxy was here"

Puffy chunks of snow
Fall from limp trees
Re-building the chilly layer
Nov 23

Flickering Candles

Nov 23

The Universe at it’s Best

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