Poems

Chatterbox: Inkwell

Poems

Poems

Here is my poem of winter:

 

The Winter's Parade

 

Winter's winds are silent,

Winter covers the sun with clouds,

Winter's snow covers the ground,

When winter's breeze passes you hear nothing but you freeze,

Winter is in the air when you see no leaves,

When you hear no bird, 

When you feel the breeze.

Winter's parade is the silence,

Winter's parade is the cold,

Winter's parade is the snow and clouds,

Winter's parade is the silence of the earth.

 

Here is my poem on Fall.

 

Fall's little song

 

Fall likes to change the leaves,

Fall enjoys the chill breeze,

When Fall is around things will change, 

The leaves will turn orange and red,

The grass will fade and lose its color,

The wind will blow the changing trees,

The clouds will enjoy making shapes,

This is Fall's song.

Fall's song is the changing leaves,

The chill breeze, 

The fun in the world,

And the laughter of the children.

Fall's song is color, change, and laughter.

Enjoy Fall's song before Winter's parade comes.

 

I thought of those songs today when walking back from the library with my little sister. Fall's song is in the air and when you can feel the wind and see the color around you a poem might come into mind. Winter is on its way, and so is winter's parade. Those are just two of my poems I thought of today (they were much longer when I thought of them). 

submitted by Ashlee G., age 12, Washington
(September 25, 2013 - 3:27 pm)

back to the Inkwell

I am alone

In a world where 

The worst crime

Is Not murder

Or theft

Or godlessness

But daring to be Different.

Different is a meaningless word

To the crowds of people

Stuggling to

Hide their Unique

Under their Bland 

And the one

Voice that speaks true

Is thought

To be a 

Witch and an

Enemy.

Whaddya think? It's a beginner's poem. I'm trying, though!

submitted by Kalyna, age 12, In Your Closet
(October 7, 2013 - 2:25 pm)

Nice! I like your poem, and it is not a beginner poem to me.

submitted by Ashlee G., age 12, Washington
(October 16, 2013 - 8:51 pm)

I love poetry! I sometimes write it, especially when I'm outside or I'm going through something. Here's the first, it's ok, not the best:

Spirit at Heart 

Glide through the shadows

Kindle the flame 

Swim in the river,

strike lightning in the storm

Climb to the branches of the trees,

Run in the wind

Fight the buried secrets

Pray to the stars

These are the things that make you spirit at heart

Stuck in A Cage

Blind, raging

tears fall

on my cheek

As I'm locked in a cage

I find no cracks

or crevices

to break through

The bars are too tough

The walls are too strong

As I look out

the bars

I think

that never will

my anger be free 

BUT...

A part of me knows

my anger will not

get the better of

me because I'm trapped

inside my mind I

think I don't have the

key but really it's right

in front of me

The Empty Room 

My heart beats fast

colors and promises

fly inches away

from my reaching hands

In it's place are words of hatred

with sadness lingering

in the air

In my empty room,

I miss those vivid colors

those trusting promises

I miss the happiness that once filled this empty room 

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

So, what do you peeps think? I think my poems are ok, not as good as yours, Ashlee! You have a talent for that! :) I'm more of the artist. Be back tomorrow, as far as I know!

submitted by Moss :3, age 12, TARDIS
(October 8, 2013 - 8:08 pm)

Sorry Moss, I did not write back sooner! Your poems are very good! I like them all, but my favorite is The Empty Room. And I don't think I am a better poem writer. Well at least you are an artist. I am a writer, not really even a poem writer, I just write poems sometimes. Well have a good day everyone!

submitted by Ashlee G., age 12, Washington
(October 16, 2013 - 8:55 pm)

The Anorexic's Thanksgiving
restricting
hiding
dreading
this is
the anorexic's Thanksgiving
fatty
delicious
disgusting
sweet
this is
the anorexic's Thanksgiving
I eat,
too much
but not enough
this is
the anorexic's Thanksgiving

Author's Note: I understand that you guys might not publish this poem, as it is somewhat triggering.

submitted by Maggie , age 12, Charlotte
(October 27, 2013 - 12:20 pm)

Here are two poems I wrote.

Chain Link Fence

 

Chain-links

Twisted

wires

Bound 

together

Keep us

apart

 

Put one

foot there

and that

foot

there, pull

yourself up,

Reach for 

me,

little sister,

I will

catch you,

But your

foot

snags the

wire-links

and you

come tumbling

down.

On the

other side

of the

fence.

With a 

twisted foot.

I know

we cannot

escape now

but 

I will

not 

abandon

you,

little sister.

 

~

 

Hodgepodge

 

A chair

with a

twisted

leg and

elegant

carvings

of roses

and vines

 

A mirror,

hand-held,

with only

a pretty

shell frame,

no way

to see

yourself

 

An old

book that

smells of

memories

and hot

chocolate

With old-

age pages,

yellow

 

A fur

throw of

puriest

white, like

fresh-fallen

snow, with

a peral

brooch

pinned

at the

very top

 

A pair

of small

white gloves,

to go 

with the

fur throw,

as white

as the

fur throw

 

An old

painting

of a 

scene by

the lake

with swans

and also

charming

pavilons

 

A cage

of ivory

as tall

as your

longest

finger 

for keeping

hummingbirds

 

And a

tarnished

silver

pendant

hanging

on a 

slender

chain

 

A tiny

velvet

sack with

bluebird's

feathers

an opal

from an

old ring

 

An old

tangram

puzzle

of wood

smooth with

age and

varnish 

submitted by Indigo
(April 7, 2015 - 8:51 am)
« first‹ previous12