Welcome to the Poems page!
Here, I have gathered old and new poems. Some of which will be modified and put into one of my book series. All are copyrighted unless you, the reader, asks permission. Please enjoy!
First Days -August 4th, 2010
These are my first,
my first days of sixth grade,
I'm scared but I have a thirst,
a thirst to learn, to discover.
To discover friendships,
stronger then the large whale,
out in the oceans so far from here,
and I know I did not fail.
The first few days were frightening,
it felt as if I was walking in shadows,
but the rest of the year was lightening,
as I happily think back upon it now.
my first days of sixth grade,
I'm scared but I have a thirst,
a thirst to learn, to discover.
To discover friendships,
stronger then the large whale,
out in the oceans so far from here,
and I know I did not fail.
The first few days were frightening,
it felt as if I was walking in shadows,
but the rest of the year was lightening,
as I happily think back upon it now.
Missed Love - June 20th, 2011
You have a spark,
One unlike anyone I know,
every time I see you,
it makes me want to blow.
I may be quiet and shy,
but when I see you smile,
it makes me want to fly!
You don't know who I am,
but unlike others who have tried,
I won't care if you discover.
I have to say I'm not her,
though I hope to see you smile,
straight at me before I leave.
As long as the sea,
I will wait for you,
until your eyes meet mine,
and we both will see love strong enough for two.
One unlike anyone I know,
every time I see you,
it makes me want to blow.
I may be quiet and shy,
but when I see you smile,
it makes me want to fly!
You don't know who I am,
but unlike others who have tried,
I won't care if you discover.
I have to say I'm not her,
though I hope to see you smile,
straight at me before I leave.
As long as the sea,
I will wait for you,
until your eyes meet mine,
and we both will see love strong enough for two.
Forever More -August 4th, 2011
The second I saw you,
it felt as if a wave hit me,
and the second you saw me,
I thought a wave hit you too.
"Go on, go on," said Molly,
as she gave me a shove near you,
but as my stomach said this was folly,
your eyes met mine too.
You smiled as I walked forward,
and I gave a shy smile back,
then we became friends,
and together went to the end of the track.
You were moving the next day,
and you knew that you were never going to come back,
but as I sobbed,
you whispered "I love you forever more,"
it felt as if a wave hit me,
and the second you saw me,
I thought a wave hit you too.
"Go on, go on," said Molly,
as she gave me a shove near you,
but as my stomach said this was folly,
your eyes met mine too.
You smiled as I walked forward,
and I gave a shy smile back,
then we became friends,
and together went to the end of the track.
You were moving the next day,
and you knew that you were never going to come back,
but as I sobbed,
you whispered "I love you forever more,"
Love Like No Other - wrote sometime in 2011
Roses may be red,
Violets may be blue,
Wait up boy,
Someone's watching out for you.
And as I wait,
the time will tell,
if we will meet,
our hearts and all.
The moon, the stars, the creatures of the night,
all watching and waiting,
for our love to light.
Now, my love, it is up to you,
shall you find me,
or loose?
Violets may be blue,
Wait up boy,
Someone's watching out for you.
And as I wait,
the time will tell,
if we will meet,
our hearts and all.
The moon, the stars, the creatures of the night,
all watching and waiting,
for our love to light.
Now, my love, it is up to you,
shall you find me,
or loose?
Tree of Old - August 7th, 2011
Gracie! You have came,
for I am a tree of old,
and though I will not speak my name,
your family is now almost cold.
Gracie! You may not know me,
but I knew your family,
ho, ha, hee,
and finally the rain will end our drought!
The trees of old,
thank you, Gracie daughter of Great Beings,
for coming to save us,
from the darkness that has a large hold,
from the fate that he once held upon us.
for I am a tree of old,
and though I will not speak my name,
your family is now almost cold.
Gracie! You may not know me,
but I knew your family,
ho, ha, hee,
and finally the rain will end our drought!
The trees of old,
thank you, Gracie daughter of Great Beings,
for coming to save us,
from the darkness that has a large hold,
from the fate that he once held upon us.
Seas are safe - August 7th, 2011
Keep on moving,
my friend Gracie,
for danger is close by,
you are being traced.
By one who is dark as the oceans abyss,
the one who left,
that mark upon your hand,
but even in these times of dark,
there shall always be alight,
here in the sea!
In the sea!
my friend Gracie,
for danger is close by,
you are being traced.
By one who is dark as the oceans abyss,
the one who left,
that mark upon your hand,
but even in these times of dark,
there shall always be alight,
here in the sea!
In the sea!
Clearings - August 9th, 2011
The only to find this,
must be the girl,
the girl who has been kissed,
by the moon and sea.
Her hair is long,
and as black as the night sky,
when she returns we will burst into song,
for we will finally fly again.
Only she knows the answer,
to this riddle that lies in wait here,
though she wasn't born in the middle,
it will always become clear.
must be the girl,
the girl who has been kissed,
by the moon and sea.
Her hair is long,
and as black as the night sky,
when she returns we will burst into song,
for we will finally fly again.
Only she knows the answer,
to this riddle that lies in wait here,
though she wasn't born in the middle,
it will always become clear.
Erin - August 12th, 2011
She is like my sister,
always bright,
and though we both don't have a Mr.,
we talk throughout the night.
Erin is my cousin,
but we talk like twins,
trusting each other,
and laughing whether we lose or win.
Together we can laugh about anything,
whether it's something bad,
or it's some good thing,
and we talk when we're mad.
Erin is my best friend,
and whether it's just talking,
or making a new trend,
we will always be together,
to the end!
always bright,
and though we both don't have a Mr.,
we talk throughout the night.
Erin is my cousin,
but we talk like twins,
trusting each other,
and laughing whether we lose or win.
Together we can laugh about anything,
whether it's something bad,
or it's some good thing,
and we talk when we're mad.
Erin is my best friend,
and whether it's just talking,
or making a new trend,
we will always be together,
to the end!
Best Friends - August 16th, 2011
Best friends are awesome,
they hang out all the time,
for we inspire each other to blossom,
oh that friend of mine!
My best friend's name is Erin,
and though she disappeared,
She'll show up again like a heron,
newly ready to fly!
they hang out all the time,
for we inspire each other to blossom,
oh that friend of mine!
My best friend's name is Erin,
and though she disappeared,
She'll show up again like a heron,
newly ready to fly!
Thoughts - August 18th, 2011
Thinking can be careful,
or it can be reckless,
but we are always thoughtful,
even if we are careless.
Thinking can be hurtful,
as it can be hurt-less,
and we will never know it.
But even if we don't,
Darkness will never reach me,
it will never reach,
it will never reach.
or it can be reckless,
but we are always thoughtful,
even if we are careless.
Thinking can be hurtful,
as it can be hurt-less,
and we will never know it.
But even if we don't,
Darkness will never reach me,
it will never reach,
it will never reach.
Hell inside my head - August 23rd, 2011
Nights and days ago,
I lay to sleep,
for dreams took me whole,
as well as a demon heap.
I fought and fought,
till I saw a light,
but then I was caught,
and pressed into night.
Sunlight came down on me,
when I woke the next morning,
releasing me from the dark dreams.
And as I lay,
on my bed,
I realize that hell,
was all inside my head.
I lay to sleep,
for dreams took me whole,
as well as a demon heap.
I fought and fought,
till I saw a light,
but then I was caught,
and pressed into night.
Sunlight came down on me,
when I woke the next morning,
releasing me from the dark dreams.
And as I lay,
on my bed,
I realize that hell,
was all inside my head.
Halloween is Coming - October 3rd, 2011
Brace yourselves my friends,
for Halloween is stalking up,
behind us then descends,
the monster of treacherous pups.
Growling, coming from the deep,
those eyes so dark and dangerous,
strangle my heart beats as I sit pon my seat.
for Halloween is stalking up,
behind us then descends,
the monster of treacherous pups.
Growling, coming from the deep,
those eyes so dark and dangerous,
strangle my heart beats as I sit pon my seat.
Roses Upon The Grave - December 21, 2011
I sit upon my mother's grave,
'round me the crying and sobs,
though I do not stir,
may, oh nay, a pain fills my heart.
The scarlet roses in my hand,
so red they pierce the breaking dawn,
as I sit upon my mother's grave,
the rose gives me away.
I set them down upon the sand,
my tears racing down my cheeks as I see,
the roses upon the grave.
'round me the crying and sobs,
though I do not stir,
may, oh nay, a pain fills my heart.
The scarlet roses in my hand,
so red they pierce the breaking dawn,
as I sit upon my mother's grave,
the rose gives me away.
I set them down upon the sand,
my tears racing down my cheeks as I see,
the roses upon the grave.
Letting Go of His Eyes - February 14th, 2012
I sit here silently,
thinking about love,
"this the day" my head says,
as I watch a morning dove.
His eyes are dark warm brown,
that I rarely get to see,
in this place called a town,
which has just dawned on me.
Time moves swift as a speck,
I glance at him restlessly,
though I wish I could speak,
my heart fills warmly.
thinking about love,
"this the day" my head says,
as I watch a morning dove.
His eyes are dark warm brown,
that I rarely get to see,
in this place called a town,
which has just dawned on me.
Time moves swift as a speck,
I glance at him restlessly,
though I wish I could speak,
my heart fills warmly.
No title - February 28th, 2012
What is love,
you may ask,
for he landing dove,
it's not much of a task.
The elements sing,
in harmonized chorus,
pushing though darkness's wings,
the white warning the black.
Love is caring,
love is joyful time,
with someone who is there,
to be only mine.
you may ask,
for he landing dove,
it's not much of a task.
The elements sing,
in harmonized chorus,
pushing though darkness's wings,
the white warning the black.
Love is caring,
love is joyful time,
with someone who is there,
to be only mine.
The Five Races- June 4th, 2012
Fire and ice both have desires,
to be free, to be strong,
Not caught in wires.
In the breaking of the dawn,
to see him who stands,
upon the darkest hours,
And to be confronted by light,
by heaven,
From the things we call towers,
That led to the seven,
The seven days, the seven races,
All of them standing up with bright faces,
Elves are the first of the seven,
The most artistic, the most nimble,
Then the dwarves of eleven,
Are a little too self humble,
Filled with greed and dark torment.
The third race is man,
Who have intelligence, Strength
In the worlds of all in shame,
all in misery,
But there is hope, do not forget it!
The fourth are fairies,
who sing in joy, and peace,
For they are lead by himself,
The fifth and other races are unknown,
All swimming in imagination,
Their voices full of tone,
while some moan,
in the worlds we call not real,
but are in relation to all.
to be free, to be strong,
Not caught in wires.
In the breaking of the dawn,
to see him who stands,
upon the darkest hours,
And to be confronted by light,
by heaven,
From the things we call towers,
That led to the seven,
The seven days, the seven races,
All of them standing up with bright faces,
Elves are the first of the seven,
The most artistic, the most nimble,
Then the dwarves of eleven,
Are a little too self humble,
Filled with greed and dark torment.
The third race is man,
Who have intelligence, Strength
In the worlds of all in shame,
all in misery,
But there is hope, do not forget it!
The fourth are fairies,
who sing in joy, and peace,
For they are lead by himself,
The fifth and other races are unknown,
All swimming in imagination,
Their voices full of tone,
while some moan,
in the worlds we call not real,
but are in relation to all.