Silver lining on the clouds(June 26, 2011)

Silver Lining on the clouds
June 26, 2011

If you see past the grass that’s green,
look past the clouds of white,
the next thing that’ll be in sight,
is every shade of color shinning in the light.

Glittering with gold from the sun,
and silver lining on the clouds,
the day has only just begun,
as the sky turns to you.

Wind blown hair,
rain droplets in the air,
no matter what is there,
the weather always changes again.

Once you see the sky so blue,
and the day starting a new,
the changes in might,
always mess with the kite.

The tree leaves move,
even when you loose,
the time that leaves,
as fast as it please.

But at night,
the sky has stars,
that cover the sky,
and any place near by.

Because I'll Travel Someday(June 12, 2011)

Because I'll Travel Someday
June 12, 2011

The sound of planes,
crossing over days,
the ones spent sitting,
listening to the air.

So calm and crisp is the night,
that it makes my heart fill with delight,
at the site of this land,
this ground on which I stand.

Is this normal,
for me to want here more?
to be near,
these dears,
and away from all my fears?

It seems only fair,
that all I do is stare,
out this window wanting to be there,
but I can’t be here.

How I miss the snare,
the one left to snatch,
all my feelings,
the trap that makes me smile,
I always have to wait awhile.

But it’s okay,
because I’ll travel someday,
and I’ll stop by,
and you now won’t wonder why.

Breathe(June 7, 2011)

Breathe
June 7, 2011

Face the grate,
the one closing in,
trapping your stomach,
until you have to hold your breath.

Your face turns purple,
as you wait and hope,
that something or someone,
will free you from this pin.

But than you panic,
and think,
it’s never going to end,
so you’re forced to stop.

You think,
and think,
and one word comes to mind,
and that word is in the air.

Breathe,
it’ll keep the air from building inside,
your lungs,
and soon a smile will appear.

Your breathing,
is exactly what you’ve been needing,
because when you hold your breath,
the world closes in on your brain.

The grate will leave,
just realize how to stay,
okay,
when the world feels like it’s sinking in.

Light and Dark(May 27, 2011)

Light and Dark
May 27, 2011

(My first poem in iambic pentameter. It was fun to make :])

If light and dark were to coincide with,
then gray would be the color nay,
the world would be of fog and gone astray,
for bored and dull will rule the night and day.

So let the light be bright and always cheer,
the faces of all who are dear to thee,
and smiles can and will be there,
with laugh and great joy be seen here and near.

And also let the dark be what it is,
even as if you shed a tear so then,
you know it is now that you are allowed,
to be sad or troubled my weeping dear.

Because you will so need one and both to,
feel the most of happiness at its most,
to be its host and for it you should boast.

If Only We Were Three(May 20, 2011)

If Only We Were Three
May 20, 2011

The walls are cold,
the ones that hold,
all our imaginations and dreams.
So lost in time,
we don’t know where to begin.

The clouds above are,
so gray and unshapen,
Where is the day,
when the sky’s clouds were white,
and the shapes morphed into life?

Like everything else,
filtered into nothing,
sifted like sand,
missing the rocks,
the imagination gone astray.

If only we were three,
and on the ground,
looking around,
the world would seem exciting and bright blue,
with magnificent sounds,
movements and light.

Then these walls would feel,
so warm to touch,
our hearts wouldn’t ache,
because there would be,
an adventure always surrounding us.

Inspiration(May 16, 2011)

Inspiration
May 16, 2011

The inspiration behind us,
is one of many that join us,
in the journey abroad,
this world of ours.

The many things that make,
our faces smile,
make us laugh,
leaving us not to glower.

Take us to cheer,
which is near,
our hearts that are,
so full of glee.

It is great,
when everything around,
at any moment,
can make our hearts abound.

We connect with everything,
feel invincible to any doubt,
whether we just walk a step,
or create a masterpiece.

Inspiration is so close,
it’s all around town,
just the thing we need to fly,
to get our feet off the ground.

A Poem About Laughter..

My friend had to write a poem for school. So I help and she added on to it. I think it's spiffin' :)


Laughter is life's greatest plasters,
it's the product of happiness,
one of the heart's bitty masters.
It creates tears when the chuckle meets,
its highest peek.
Laughter is life's cheerful sound,
where its overflowing cup can be found.

Awe Striking(May 3, 2011)

Awe Striking
May 3, 2011

The whispers of the dark,
they begin to creep in,
they are shadows,
they are shades,
of strongly blackened gray.

The burning of the light,
they start to seep in,
they are beams,
they are glowing,
of harshly bright white.

The blending in between,
that mess with your head,
the things you see,
the magic they have,
just a trick of the eye.

So beautiful and shocking,
the view of the might awe striking,
the creative castle,
the collected shore,
just blows the mind even more.