Poems- by me

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#1-

A dream so real real you feel alive, for the first time

As if you could  wish upon a star, to be free

Dancing on a moonlit sea

Glancing at an everlasting world

Lit up by tinny little hopes and dreams set free in little tinny worlds of their own

Dancing around, revolving around reality

Prancing over one another all in there own galaxy

Enchanting a world on a star or on a moonlit sea just to make it reality


(This was actually made for my dad, I just thought that you all might like to hear it.)


#2- A Ravens Caw

If you take the time to listen

And sort out what is truly different , and sprecial

You can it in everything

Even the rough and corse caw of a raven

It is unique and extraordinary 

In its own way

Or the thunder, rain , and lightning of a storm

For after it has passed

It has cleansed the earth ands watered it's plants

Or the deep shadows in the woods at night

Even they have life, and light to shine and spread

Or the deep hollows of a bat's eyes

They have seen the most wonderful and glorious things the world can behold

Everything is unique and extraordinary in its own special way


#3-I live

My lungs stopped pumping

And my heart stopped beating

And I am deep, deep underground

But I am not dead

I live on in the memory of those who remember me, and love me

I will not be forgotten 

As long as they look up to me

Up, up, up into the skies above


#4- the snow leaped 

Up high in the mountains

Covered in snow

There is something waiting and unkown

It's spirit is bright

And it's eyes are full of wonder

It is why

And it protects

But it is bright 

It shines above all the rest

Like the brightest star

In the darkest night

Shining, shining oh so bright

Spreading it's light


#5- Be Free

Sometimes life can be hard

So treasure this days you have that see easy, and free 

When you do not wonder what will happen tomorrow 

For you may die

Treasure life

Wonder do not fear

Have adventures do not be a caged bird

Stable, and unable to move or fly

Just contained 

Be free enjoy life and those days when you are extraordinarily free, and unburdened 

(Oh god that one was so embarrassing, cause all of these are from like sixth grade. I just found them one day and was like why not.)

#6- The First Tree

Once there was a tree

All alone

He did know his purpose 

He was all by himself 

Nobody to keep him company 

Until one day

He spotted a leaf in early spring

The leaf was not his

So he bent over to see

To see the...

The little sprout

It grew and grew

Along with more sprouts

There were more no more of them every spring

Now the tree was happy

They gave him hope

He believed that no one was truly alone

At least not for long

Becuase if you are somewhere that has never been explored or is unkown there are bound to be others who will come after you

But remember that you are the first there

Although never the first in the situation


#7- eyes

Everywhere they see you

Yes, you are never, Ever alone 

see them, and they might stray


(Oh god all of these are so embarrassing I'm trying to give like life advise or some shit. God, but I hoped you enjoyed them.)


#8-lazy

When will I ever never wake up?

The abyss of my bead is just so comforting 

Don't get me wrong cake is nice too, and I would have to get up for that

I know that I should get up, but right now...

Right now I just want to stay in my warm cozy bed

Instead of going out of my way to do unnecessary movements

I am undeniably lazy, and even tough I might not sleep

Please oh please just let me stay in my bed

(My parents woke me up early on summer break, and I had nothing to do, and I wasn't aloud to go back to sleep. So I just wrote this. Yeah, and it's not supposed to have any rithem, it kind of reminds me of a dr. Sues poem. But yeah.)

#9- a sonnet 

Shakespeare's npsonnets are nice

So I thought why not

At least they aren't mice 

And they are hard to tangle up into a knot

So I'll just take your advise

And just do it myself instead of a robot 

Even though you might be right

I'm starting to run out of ideas

So good night

(I tried to make that a sonnet, but I might have written the wrong type of poem, not a sonnet.)



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