Poetry
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On The (Straight) Edge
Poison Running through your veins Clouding the mind Making you act a fool Why do you consume In mass quantities That which can harm? That which can make you sick? Make you sad? Do you drink to forget? To remember? Maybe to escape From life From love lost or gone From pain or sorrow Why do you pollute your body Dull your mind Fill the recycling bins with bottles Empty shells Husks of clear and brown glass Reminders of what once was and maybe what should never be. Money spent Beer drunk Clarity lost It’s never too late to stop To think To make a change Or at least to…
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Two kinds of people
Who steps up when something needs doing? Who volunteers and says, I will? Who sees something that needs fixing or cleaning and just goes and does it? The doers. The carers. The community members. Who sits by and watches others work? Who complains but never takes initiative Never offer to help? Who is content to let others toil? The observers. The self centered. Those who don’t care. What can be done? What happened to responsibility? To pride? To care? What happened to wanting to make the world, your world a better place? What can we do when people don’t care? When they won’t lend a hand. What can we do…
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Lament #1
Push in your chair It’s blocking the way Push in your chair I need to get through Push in your chair It only takes a moment It’s easy to do Push in your chair It’s showing respect Push in your chair It’s the right thing to do Push in your chair Your mother doesn’t work here Push in your chair You’re leaving a mess Push in your chair Take a moment and think Push in your chair It’s the least you can do.
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Cherries
This is a cinquain poem I wrote when I was in first grade.
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Falling Snow
Falling snow Light and fluffy Soft and white It looks so pretty It looks so light A winter wonderland Outside my window Bright and clean Peaceful and quiet So nice to see As long as I’m inside.
