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Post poems here!!

Post poems here!!

Here is the place where you can show off all of your wonderful poems! They can be any sort.

Here's one I wrote. I entered it in this month's contest.

 Love

I sit at the window

Waiting for Daddy to come home. 

I watch the dirt road,

Longing to see his wagon.

I want him to walk through the door,

So I can run into his welcoming arms 

And bury my face into his clothes. 

I long to smell his smell of

Watermelon, sweat, and honeysuckle.

I want him to say 

"How 'bout we go wadin' , Apple Dumplin?”

We would run down to the creek

Barefooted,

Feeling the soft clover between our toes. 

Then we would pull up our pants and skirt,

And walk into the water

Knee deep.

 

I look up from my daydream

And look down the road.

I see Daddy's wagon

And know that my dream

Will come

True.

 

~~~~

:) 

submitted by Butterfly
(February 24, 2016 - 1:57 pm)

back to the Inkwell

Finally!! I was waiting for someone to make a thread about this! I do consider myself to be a poet, and I've written a ton. Here's just one-

Mirror

Ah, mirror, you so taunt me,

Give me what I want most—beauty.

I will block my own reflection,

“No,” I think. “We’re no connection.” 

I remember an old Greek myth-a

Handsome man called Narcissus.

He had fallen to your power, 

Wilted away to but a flower.

All the vain are caught in your trap, and

Only they will smile back. 

And though I am not in your clutch,

Why, oh why do I care so much? 

submitted by Amber
(February 24, 2016 - 8:29 pm)

Admins, is it okay if I post a poem that wasn't by me but I really liked it and  will tell who the author is? The poem won second place in a Cricket poetry contest two or three years ago and it was really moving. Here's what I would've entered for the most recent contest, but changed my mind. Also it's unfinished...

Love
Yes, it's OK if it was published in Cricket and you give the name of the author, although we may only post the first name and last initial.
Admin
submitted by Scylla
(February 28, 2016 - 11:47 am)

Aw, why didn't you post my poem? Is it because... Oh, right. Whoops! Here's the other one.

Still Wild By Isabelle H.
For three and a half moons, a box was my home.
I was carried across the sea.
My roars filled the air, unanswered-
Had my pride forgotten me??
• • •
My crate is wrenched open to a cold, concrete world.
So different from the land where I ran free.
My meal doesn't run, just a limp hunk of meat.
Has my prey forgotten me?
• • •
The hissing, spitting breeze replaces the gentle one back home.
It buzzes, ever persistent, like the humming of a bee.
The foreign air whisks briskly by, 
has the wind forgotten me?
• • •
But in my dreams, I still pursue the kill.
My legs pound after the stray gazelle, from claws to paws to knee.
The primal instincts still fuel my soul,
No, the wild has not forgotten me.
submitted by Scylla
(February 28, 2016 - 1:12 pm)

toppp!

submitted by Butterfly
(February 28, 2016 - 12:31 pm)

Funny...my name on here is Poetic Panda but I post very little poetry...I guess it's time I live up to my name! It doesn't have much rhythm, though. There's no real pattern to it. This one's called Sunshine Through the Clouds.

My jacket blew off

in the wild wind

My shoes are all muggy

thanks to the rain

My shirt was soaked

kudos again to the rain

My pants were drafty

because of the blustery wind

My spirits were low

as I walked home in the dark

And yet

one kind fellow

stopped to lend me

his umbrella

"Keep it," said the fellow,

"I'll get another one"

I thanked him with my eyes

and continued home

Later that night

I changed out of my

soaked clothes and

hung the umbrella 

in a special spot

I thought about how that man

and how he made

sunshine through the clouds

with only one good deed

I found that fellow again

many days later

Recognizing me

the man approached me

and made small talk

Apparently

we have a lot in common

Then 

after many dates

The fellow proposed to me

Of course I said yes

Soon after

I found myself walking down the aisle

Asking myself if I really wanted to do this

Of course I did

The fellow made had made me smile

All with one simple good deed

That created sunshine through the clouds

~Poetic Panda

 

 

submitted by Poetic Panda
(February 28, 2016 - 4:59 pm)
He clicks his beak, he turns his head
His lovely feathers are crimson red
He looks around, he spies a seed
He clicks his beak in hungry greed
He flaps up to the tasty treat
He fluffs his feathers, shifts his feet
He eats the food, and with a tweet
He's gone, back to his cardinal's tree
submitted by Shadowmoon, age 13, Porch swing
(February 28, 2016 - 4:20 pm)

Telepathy! Just the other day, I was thinking about posting a poem thread. Here's one I wrote and submitted to the Slam in Cicada mag (i dont get the magazine anymore).

Let's see if I can remember it . . .

 

Forever Online

The glowing screen

Emits words

Words that destroy all emtions except sadness 

You can delete them

But they will always be there 

In the wires

Upon whispers

Forever online

----

 

 

submitted by The Novelist, The Secret Forest
(February 28, 2016 - 5:24 pm)

Here are two more. The first one's technically a song, a woman singing about her husband who is of of in the war. 

Cold Wind

Way down yonder where the cold wind blows

Bluebird sings, but no one knows

Don’t go far away, don’t go far

In the north where the blue jay calls

She flies so fast, a shape so small

Don’t go far away, don’t go far

In the sky where the eagle soars

He flies no less; he cries no more

Come back home to me, come

Back

Home…

The second one is pretty long, and it's about techonology.

I Saw the Sky

I saw a bird

a silver bird

a golden bird

no words

no words.

I saw a stream

a running stream

a dancing stream

no feed

no feed.

I saw the sky

a stormy sky

a sapphire sky

I sighed

I sighed...

for the world knows not of the crystal sky

the golden bird

the seeing eye

the mighty oak

the curling smoke

the whispering wind

the white cranes fly

they see the screens

the texts

the queens

the mail

the scams

the sites for teens

so when the screen goes black as night

the clever phishers fight and fight

leave the devices where they belong

go outside

and hear the songs. 

submitted by Amber
(February 28, 2016 - 9:16 pm)

Those are really beautiful, Amber! You are a great poet! My favorite is the second one.

submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose In a Book
(March 1, 2016 - 10:19 am)

Change

I thought (once upon a time)

That everything would stay the same—

Forever. 

We'd always have

Things—

To talk about, to do,

Never bored

When we were together. 

You—

Bubbly

Bright

Bouncy

Me—

Shy

Smart

Sporty

Different as can be but

Best friends. 

Perfection. 

We thought we would be

Sticking

Together

Forever. 

Then there was that letter

My dream school was calling

But you

Were

Not

Coming.

So...

I left to my new middle school

Private school, artsy school—

Alone. 

Now I have other friends 

That I always have

Things—

To talk about, to do,

with. 

And when I see you

You are talking about people

I don't know

Places I don't go

Things I've yet to be concerned about

(boys)

Now when we meet

We are strangers. 

submitted by Abigail S., age 11, Nose In a Book
(February 29, 2016 - 11:04 pm)

I love that, Abigail!

submitted by ShoshannahLily, age 12, Deep in a book
(March 4, 2016 - 9:32 am)

Yay! I love poetry! Butterfly, that is a really nice poem :) I'll be surprised if it doesn't win anything.

Here are two of mine: 

The Raspberries

By Susanna B. 

Once I lived in a
little blue house,

What seems a long
time ago;

But we moved away
when I was two,

And it I don't
remember or know.

 

Behind that lovely
little blue house

There grew a row of
berries red.

After we left, they
all went wild,

But soon weeds shall grow
in their stead.

 

Now we pass the
little blue house

When we go on our way
to the park.

It doesn't seem like
our home anymore,

And sadness is not in
my heart.

 

For now we live in
another house white,

And it seems we have
lived here for all my years.

Behind the house in
rows and rows,

 

Berries red, blue,
and purple in summer appear.

 

~

 

I hope it isn't against the rules to post a second one...

 

Portrait of a Grey Cat

By Susanna B. 

Sitting by the
bare bushes,

She silently
reprimands me for disturbing the serenity,

Then
scornfully minces away to continue preening,

Occasionally
glancing back to coldly stare.

Sill
unperturbed, she leaves with an imperial stride once her job is done

And I bid
farewell to the visiting monarch. 

 

submitted by ShoshannahLily, age 12, Deep in a book
(March 4, 2016 - 9:30 am)