Ok, bear with me here. This is the first time I am posting something I have actually written, so I'm a bit scared. (Granted, so far very few people have read my blog, so I guess it's not like I'm putting them on Instagram or anything.)
I write a lot of things: books, short stories, songs. But I also do like writing poetry. I grew up reading Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends and Falling Up, and at school we study poetry pieces by famous authors like Edgar Allen Poe and Emily Dickinson. So I've been exposed to a lot of different poetic styles and ways to write poetry.
I like trying to develop my own unique writing style, and I think these three poems kind of reflect who I am as a writer, so I hope you learn a little more about me by reading these. I wanted to kind of veer away from my generic book reviews and character analyses and give y'all something more personal. If you don't know this about me, I like getting constructive criticism, so feedback, whether negative or positive, is always welcome. Enjoy!
1. A Place Where It's Always Winter
I'll preface this one by saying that I wrote it in 5th grade when I was 11, so I was still learning more about poetry and ways of expressing myself literature-ly (is that a word?) But, I do think it paints a pretty picture so I wanted to share it.
Sitting by the windowsill
On a cold winter’s night, I cannot tell
What’s happening out there in the ice and snow,
The flakes won’t tell me; I do not know.
The powder is falling, fresh and white
When I look outside it is oh so bright
Sometimes it is sleeting,
Sometimes even hailing,
But tonight, the snow is singing,
Of times when the wind would stop.
I love the snow and ice
But sometime it would be nice
If at one point the wind would halt
And all would change green on default.
Here the spring never comes,
And we never hear the drums
Of the real rain in the spring.
My dear it never quits
The clouds always spits
The snow from the sky
2. The Dawn Wakes From Its Slumber
As it turns out, I wrote this poem in 5th grade too. I think I was on a poetry kick then, and also I couldn't think of anything to do for the talent show, so I wrote a poem. And read it in front of the entire 5th grade. Terrifying? Yes.
As the first rays of light pierce the lingering night,
The sun shines in the sky as it sheds its glow.
It gleams and it glimmers as the moon grows dimmer,
It’s time to rise, it seems to know.
As this occurs, the earth starts to stir,
The flowers awaken with petals unshaken,
From the darkness that was the night.
Then the dew glistens and takes its position,
Upon the lush, green grass.
The waters rouse and start to douse,
Creatures that lay under the surface of glass.
Trees stand as soldiers, with green suits as leaves,
Up into their stance, they heave.
Clouds are beginning to shake out their pillows,
Across the sky they start to billow,
Showing no sign of rain.
Now, the sun continues on its way,
Over the course of the day.
3. Nothing Rhymes With Jefferson
For all you history buffs (I'm getting there- mythology is my forté mostly). We did a Founding Fathers project in 8th grade history, and this was mine.
I tried to write a poem
About someone so famous that everyone knows him
He was the third president of the U.S.A.
But when I tried to write couplets with his name
Nothing rhymes with Jefferson
He was born in April in Shadwell, Virginia
Then grew up and married a lady named Martha
He named his house after a “little mountain”
And still nothing rhymes with Jefferson
He drafted the Declaration of Independence
And signed it with 56 others in attendance
Became the Minister to France to befriend them
But the name “Jefferson” is the same in French
And there are no rhymes that I can recommend
He held federal offices for over a decade
Then in 1801 he became our third president
The Louisiana Purchase in 1803
Expanded the country to include Missouri
But even with all of that extra dirt
His name doesn’t rhyme with nice words like “dessert”
In 1819 he decided to found
A university near his own hometown
He dies in July of 1826
50 years after the signing of the Declaration of Independence
Thomas Jefferson was a famous man
In Virginia his life ended and there it began
He penned a famous document with his own hand
Yet nothing rhymes with Jefferson
I just want to say- thank y'all for being here. For all I know, no one will ever read this because apparently I can't be found on Google, but if you have found me, thank you. It means so much that you read my blog, and I hope you continue to. Let me know if you want to read more of my own writing!
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