needy (Poem)

When you’re a child You are most mild To care for Your own chores. When you’re a teen You turn unclean You sit around Without a sound. When you’re an adult You’re not an insult You’re the help You’re the star in the yelps. When you’re a senior You are weaker You loose ability You…

Kindness is a Kitty (Poem)

Kindness is a kitty It’s soft as it’s fur It’s calm as it’s heart And, of course, it’s sharp as its claws.

Halo & Fangs (Poem)

There is an angel who lives on a peak She shimmers in the sun as it leaks Her blinding white wings flutter in the breeze And a dazzling halo above in quite a chic. Her hair flowed with honey lust Her eyes cried with blue dust Her touch poured with kind trust But she was…

This is a poem… I don’t know what to name it…

Before I start, one warning: this is a WEIRD POEM. I feel like seaweed. The sky is graying. The grass is fraying. My mood is paining. Two days later The sky is straighter The grass an acre My mood is greater.

A Bright Glow (Poem)

Every day you expect me to come Up into the sky In a bright aurora And shine above thy But are any of you wondering What shall behold In this very universe Am I more than a thousand years old? The light that has kept you warm Has given you life Has lent a hand…

A Tea Party At Sea (Poem)

There were the Sons of Liberty Some were Revere, Adams, and Henry They marched down to the brink of sea Dressed as the first who came here to be. They waded out in boats As the moon above float They carried 342 chests, I quote Full of tea they would throw. They didn’t waste time …

Mission (Poem)

Once you have a dream You have started something new Once you have a mission You must accomplish that too. A dream is something that keeps you alive That makes you want to do more That perseveres you harder And gives more room to explore. A mission is an adventure that tracks you down And…

To Find A Purpose (Poem)

We are on a journey Towards the clouds Because it is there That dreams are found. We are on a journey Towards a dream Because it is there That a confidence screams. We are on a journey Towards a chance Because it is there That a purpose will dance.

Beautiful (Poem)

My heart is not One of happiness My heart is one Of great sadness. I guess I went down A solemn, cold path A path closer to doom A path closer to wrath. I guess I was just being silly But I went the wrong way In my games And lost my brain. I am…

The Pages of a Book (Poem)

The pages of a book are filled with color No words or text, if you think to your fuller. The art may swirl into flowers and kittens White pearly moons etched into mittens Firey flames crackling up oak wood trees Winding up its trunk underneath the honey bees. Some may think that this was being…