How about we

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How about we

How about we each write a poem....about anything that you love, that inspires you, or you could tell a story through your poem... Mine is pretty simple:

Bird,

Brown, Small,

Flutter, Chirp,

Fly,

sings a song

Tweet

 

 

submitted by Haley B., age 14, Tennessee
(April 27, 2009 - 1:01 pm)

back to the Pudding's Place

Dancing fast

Making noise

Having a blast

Tapping joys

Smiling wide

Lots of fun

That's me dancing

But I'm not the only one

Others love it too

YOU should try it!

 

 

 

 

submitted by Julia, age 12, Oregon
(April 27, 2009 - 3:46 pm)

Dew drops in the morning

Glitters on the grass,

Birds in trees are singing

Welcoming winter's pass,

Mist in the field is rising

Welcoming the day,

And the weeping willow dances

Spiraling all the way

submitted by Megan M., age 13, Ohio
(April 29, 2009 - 3:47 pm)

Cold and wet,

in the air,

Raindrops hang,

a silver stair.

Streams of ocean,

melt the sky,

While I sit inside and watch it glide.

Down across my windowpane,

even when it's dark.

I look out to the street lamp,

out above the park.

Cool breezes drift in,

night air cold.

But I am wrapped in warmth,

and happiness to know,

that with each drop, a drought will end,

and with each tear the heavens send,

we all will flourish,

and we'll grow,

in this rain soaked world we own. 

Cold and wet,

in the air,

create a shining diamond veil,

upon my dark brown hair. 

 

~~~~~~~

 

Heh heh... yah.  I've never been much of a poet.  Sorry if you dislike it.

It's raining right now, and I was thinking about how at night, I sit on my bed with the window open, and I watch and listed to the rain.   

 

-L.M. 

submitted by Laura
(May 3, 2009 - 1:57 am)

I think it's pretty, Laura. :)

submitted by Megan M., age 13, Ohio
(May 4, 2009 - 5:37 pm)

Aw, that's sweet.  Thanks.  :)

submitted by Laura
(May 6, 2009 - 12:02 am)

W00t!!! Another Tennessean! Yaya!! But shouldn't this be on the Inkwell?

submitted by Jenni T, age 12.5, Nashville, TN
(May 6, 2009 - 6:39 pm)

This poem is called "I don't know"

I don't know

What to write.

Perhaps I should write about....

a tiger?

a tree?

a bee?

a hawk?

a leaf?

Maybe I won't write a poem at all.

Wait, I just did!

submitted by Cara, age 12, Imbler, OR
(May 7, 2009 - 1:10 pm)

Yay! More poets from Oregon!!!

submitted by Emma O.
(May 7, 2009 - 7:03 pm)

Sunset
Brushed lightly,
Swished on like silk,
The clouds will change their gowns.
The time of romance, of magic, of mystery,
Oh, that time is now.

Mountain
I hear the whisper of an eagle's wings.
I taste the bitter cold.
The sent of pine drifts lightly on the breeze.
I feel the cold, like a dagger.
I see the shadow of a snowflake as it falls to the ground, slowly, slowly.
The hovering silence casts a spell
An eerie howl
Shatters the quiet.
The spell is broken.

 

I'm definitely not the best poet, but these are some of my poems.....

~Emma 

submitted by Emma O., age 12, Oregon
(May 7, 2009 - 8:46 pm)

Really pretty.  It makes me want to go up to the mountains.  :)

submitted by Laura
(May 7, 2009 - 11:15 pm)

That's soooooo pretty, Laura!!!

submitted by Emma O.
(May 7, 2009 - 8:47 pm)

Thank you!

That nice of you to say it.  :)

Yours is really beautiful too.  :) 

submitted by Laura
(May 7, 2009 - 11:16 pm)

I think everyone's poems on here are really great! :)

submitted by Allison P., age 12
(May 8, 2009 - 2:36 pm)

Thanks! I agree with you, Allison!

submitted by Emma O.
(May 8, 2009 - 5:50 pm)

me too!!

submitted by Laura
(May 11, 2009 - 12:39 pm)