Peaceful Departure

This is one of my older ones; it is probably several years old.

All my while I thought life would

Be long in wait of going.

All my life I thought death could

Be long in wait of coming.

But now I lay upon my bed

With thoughts of death thick in my head,

And now I know the truth for sure

Of my own life's departure.

Outside the sun is rising

Like it would any other day,

But when it falls it will be carrying

My life up far away.

I cannot say that I am scared

Because in my heart I know

That I will be with him who cared

About my former life below.

Tire Swing

Ramblings of a child..."poetry" in quotes =)

"I climbed a very tall tree
And tied a rope to the furthest branch;
Then I fell out.
When I was okay
I picked myself up
From the cold concrete
And tied a tire
To the end of the rope:
A swing.

Climb aboard my plane,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Feel the breeze,
Oh, travel the seven seas
Of the air and sneeze
Into the wind.

Back and forth,
Higher and Higher,
I know I'm in one place
But I feel as if I couldn't
Travel any farther.

There's something magical
About flying in the sky
(Even if it's not very high)
and something magical
About stearing to and fro
Even if the only directions
Are back and forth.

I got a little whoozy
And had to take a break
But it was pretty worth it
For the flying's sake.
I'm pretty sure,
Besides feeling queezy,
I'd make a great bird,
Cuz I am so very breezy.

I'd invite you on my tire swing
For a little trip yourself,
But the rope broke
And all that's left
Is a lonely rope swinging on the highest branch
And a couple broken bones."

The Warrior Knitters =D

I was litterally sitting in the Williamses den and was writing poetry to pass the time. So, I wrote a poem about Mrs. Williams and Mom knitting on the couch beside me. That last bit is accurate to reality =D

I lounged inside the Willie Den
And couldn’t help but giggle when
My mommy and the Willie dame
Would speak—they sounded just the same.

Their needles danced within their hands
And followed each of their commands,
As they talked of this and that
Behind a bit of chocolate.

And though an earthquake came
And shook the house in which they sat
They chatted just the speedy same
And asked to pass the chocolate.

And when I cowered behind a chair
Because of lightning everywhere
They lost a stitch and complained to me:
“The storm makes it too dark to see!”

A great, fierce monster charged on through
And reached his hand to eat me threw.
They knit him a pretty scarf of baige
And sent him on his bewildered way.

As I, in awe, gawked and gaped
And asked how they could be so brave
They made another lovely stitch
And said, “It’s just the chocolate.”

And when I read them this good rhyme
They laughed until they were cryin'.
Passing the tissues to the right,
They blew their noses in unison.

=D <3

Why Deny?

No worries; I'll type a happier one out later to make this one up. =)


Someone said
That all I wrote
Was dead
And sad
And smoke.

So I replied:
"You and I
Are going to cry
So why deny
That a friendly laugh
Or a painful death
Isn't important to our lives?

You and I
Are going to die
Sometime
So why deny
That heaven's joys
And hell destroys
Aren't important to our lives?

Why should I lie
About the undeni-
able fact that we will die?"

They looked rather sober
And turned away.
Realizing the truth
That you and I
WILL die
someday.


(btw, that never happened...LOL)