Late… again

Okay, yes. I didn’t post yesterday, or Tuesday… Did I even post Monday??? Sorry to disappoint! But…. here is a poem about being late, and I will. I PROMISE, post tomorrow. The day after that I have a race then I have a family trip, so probably not Saturday. Hopefully the next week I will…

Mountains

Mountains different every day, Covered by clouds How do you do it? How do you change every day? Different view, Different scene Different every time I look, Mountains different every day

Sunny Summer Sunshine

Rainbows and sunshine Glee and joy Carefree days Ice cream and sunshine Melted bits Dribble down your chin Water and sunshine Sparkle and glint Reflections dance Photo by Natalie Collins on Unsplash

Piano

So yesterday I didn’t get to post anything because I had Piano lessons from 2:30 ish all the way to 4:30 ish. Before that I had school, after running and supper. Anyway, here’s a poem titled ‘Piano!’ PIANO Pearly keys Wooden hammers Bang out notes Loud and clear Soft sounds Floating high The notes rise…

Words

Words fall out of my mouth so fast, Words that sting, words that sooth Are my words good? Do they heal- Or do they hurt? Words are bad, Words are good. They can not be put in a box, Other than one labeled- What else? Words Whether they sting, Whether they sooth, They fall out…

I am a diverse person

I am a writer That is for sure I am a writer But not only a writer I play Minecraft I play LEGOs I run I also take photos, Sew, and sing I am a writer, Most of all But please do not categorize me For no one can truly be categorized No one fits…

Random Little Things

mm Headphones, Notebook Kindle, and Pencil These are the things that are me Laptop, sketchbook These are the things that are me Do they really define me? Do they really say who I am? Or is it the clean room, The messy writing The open bible That really defines me? There are random little things,…

Eyes

This post is by Grace Matlyn Buckner Blue, green, brown, Colors, shades, variety, No two the same. Big and small, Round or straight, Different shapes and sizes. “Windows to the soul,” Feelings flit across, Joy, sorrow, bitterness, pain. Tears are drops of emotion, Blinks are signs of uncertainty, Signals for others. Eyes are vital, Needed to…

Book Poetry

A hundred books Up on that shelf One is red, One is blue A hundred books Up on that shelf Well-worn, And torn Each holds a life, A world Filled with magic, And dreams Adventures, And conquests, Monsters, Villains And heroes Each book on the shelf, Well-worn, And torn, Each book Holds a life

You May Have Noticed (plus a poem)

That I have been changing the way this site looks. I think I’m done now, but I may change it in the future, so let’s just hope I manage to leave it this way for a long while! And now for a poem The Other Me There is another me She lives in a mirror…