Wrases

Wrases

Wrases travel far

They travel just as fast

No matter what they are

Forever they do last

No, Nothing stops a wras

Not a roof, a law, a wall

Through everything they pass

And never do they stall

They can tear apart a family

Or scare a little child

They last for all eternity

In all our hearts they're piled

They add up to a lot

A lot of shame and hurt

And with those we are wrought

With guilt through out our heart

What everybody asks is

A question within reason

What are these strange things wrases?

They're whispers, rumors, and secrets

I plan on continuing to post more often, hopefully not in vain.

Lord of the Flies

This year for literature we read Lord of the Flies, and then my mom had me write a poem about it. As soon as she told me about it my mind started to form an idea, and soon enough I was writing a poem, I hope you enjoy it (It helps if you have read the book).

Still There on the Island

From the sky the plane fell

Two boys met in surprise

Fair haired Ralph finds the conch

The Lord of the Prize

The boys gather 'round

No adults that are wise

and Ralph they pick to be

The Lord of the Guys

Another boy, Jack,

Ralph he does despise

Paints his face for hunting

The Lord of Disguise

Fear has taken a grip

In the littluns' eyes

Maybe beast of the ocean or

The Lord of the Skies

When the pack splits in two

Forged are foes and allies

Ralph is left with quite few

Including Lord of Four Eyes

When the death chant begins

With savage cheers and cries

Jack's posse kills Simon

The Lords of Demise

Piggy stays with Ralph

And he tragically dies

When he tries to negotiate

Lord of Compromise

Jack's group chases Ralph

A cruel plan do they devise

Cross the island Jack goes

The Lord of the Lies

Then comes an adult

Ralph first meets his eyes

All the boys leave with him

The Lord of Goodbyes

Still there on the island

A skull that's gone dry

Was left a pig's head,

The Lord of the Flies

Something So Small

The next poem she, my mother, had me write I wrote about society as well as some other things...

Something So Small

Something so big from something so small

Doubtful looks from those who are tall

Brave has no interest in what Shy believes

Old doesn't trust Young so quickly leaves

Genius lacks patience to hear out Artistic

Logic ignores all coming from Mystic

Something so big from something so small

Yet no one bothers to listen at all

Haiku

It has been a while since I last posted a poem, but I still have been writing them. In fact this year in school (I am homeschooled) my mother has made poetry the ELA topic for September. The first thing she had me write was a Haiku, a type of Japanese poetry with only three lines that do not rhyme. Haikus also have a set rhythm to them 5 beats then 7 then 5 again, 17 in total.

Haiku

A flower bursting,

with the sweetest of perfumes

a tiny treasure

All of the Above

Sometimes you have an idea about what would make a good poem. I had none. So, laying in bed (as this was early in the summer morning), I looked around. As a young girl I have many colors in my room and they got me thinking about how each color represents something to me. I see black at funerals and sad occasions, so therefore when I see black the word sad jumps to mind, even if there is nothing to be sad about.

All of the Above

Red is for anger, passion and fire,

Orange is for hope, dreams and desire

Yellow is for greed and endless wealth

Green is for growing, sharing and health

Blue is for hard work, kindness and love

Purple is for learning to be all of the above.

Turtles!

I was out of ideas for poems. So, I asked my little brother. He is eight years old and loves turtles. I asked him "What should I write a poem about?" his response: "Turtles!". And there you have it; I have written a poems about turtles.

Turtles!

Hidden there beneath the sand,

A small green creature's sitting.

My favorite animal across the land,

A turtle, soon, I'm getting.

I've begged for one forever,

My wish is coming true!

I don't care whether he's clever,

Or if he's green or blue.

He being shipped through UPS,

In a little box with holes,

My patience is being put to the test,

But as I wait I know:

My turtle, my turtle is coming,

And Pal will be his name,

And so these words I'm humming,

but.. I'm waiting all the same.

I wrote these words with a little tune, but I think they do just fine as a poem. Not my greatest work, but it gave my brother and myself a good laugh.

Studying

I had a math test this morning and was cramming for it last night. And now, after taking the test, I can write my poem.

Study!

You see the notes and work unfold,

The work to help you study math,

"Review your notes!" you have been told,

And so you start the study path.

The many terms are so confusing,

Your head is spinning 'round and 'round,

And pretty soon you will be snoozing,

It's past your bed-time you have found!

What will you do, your out of time!

You sadly put the notes away,

You hope that your grade will be fine,

"Oh please, oh please, oh please!" you pray!

My grade ended up at 100%. Yay!