Poems

March 5, 2020March 5, 2020

Poem

There once was this house on Tulip Hill
Many people made their home in the house that sat on Tulip Hill

Until one day a small breeze blew in a bit of tumbleweed

It planted its seeds and grew a forest of spiked trees

The hill now filled with thorns started to pile shards into the House of Tulips

Shards of glass cut like daggers at the tulips feet as they wept

Steadily this hill grew and grew with every shattered piece that found its place on the hill

In a blink of an eye this hill grew into a towering mangled mountain of monsters

Now standing in its place is this treacherous mountain of broken glass and sharp bladed grass

The house now home to fossils, seeds and tumbleweeds stood for good

Now the torn House of Thorns tells the tale of a house that once stood atop Tulip Hill

August 1, 2019August 1, 2019

Quiet,
Quiet little one,
There are no songs
Just be gone
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Just listen to their songs
Their lullabies
Their rhymes to past the time.
Quiet,
Quiet little one,
Can you hear the chimes?
Can you see the climb?
Quiet, 
Quiet little one,
Looks to high
Nearly out of sight
Come,
Come little one,
It's time to run,
Time to climb,
And time to fight.
Finally ready to take flight.
Everything's Alright.
"Sweet night little sleeplight"

July 6, 2019July 6, 2019

Poems

Night and Day,
The Suns way to stray away.
Spring and Fall,
Took to long.
Songs chime this very night,
Moons light is in sight from the roof above.
Now all that is left. . .
A single white Dove.

They sung their songs,
Fought for to long.
They were so strong.
Now it’s time to cease.
Pick up each scattered piece
Find peace.
Be there for your niece

July 1, 2019July 18, 2019

Stories #3 (poems)

(Backstory: We found an assignment from when we were in about 3rd or 4th grade. The assignment was we had to write a poem with some kind of theme. We found a rough draft with different poems. We are open to criticism, just remember we were 8.)

Poem #1 (theme: Winter)

The water on the lake shivered as Winter’s breeze came, It stayed so it could play as children do on Summer’s day’s. Icicles formed as is came, Vanished as it went away.

Poem #2 (theme: Unknown)

Tik-Tok sings a broken Clock, Hands locked, roads blocked, Time Stopped. Days lost to the setting sun. . . No fun. Minds fight, try as they might, Darkness accompanies the night. So take flight, loss the endless fight, Say Goodnight.

“You’ll be alright”