Poem

I haven't written any very good poems lately, though I have still been writing them. But here's one I like, any advice?

We sit
in the tree,
on the sand,
on the bed in the room.
The wind is shushing
all worries away
the waves are pounding,
pulling back,
pounding, pulling back
emotions spill over
and we pull them quickly back
nothing can disturb
the hot sun
and bright sky.
The wind is shushing away
all worries
and all worries quickly fade
the rustling leaves
and yellow-green sunlight
casts a warm veil over
the tree, our tree
our tree where we are queens.
Darkness flows in
through the window
tickles our feet
the room slowly enlarges until
we see the whole world
in it's ceiling.


Also, I filled up my whole poem journal! I got it for my 9th birthday, so it's lasted me five years. It has (I think) 167 poems in it. Thank you Sarah, for giving me my first!
Kelia

Poem

I just spent a week at a piano festival, so naturally the first poem I write after it is about music. Does it flow alright? It took me a while to write, so I don't know for sure if it does.

Music pulses through my brain
it trickles - downpours -
like the rain
it twists and merges,
jumbles, booms,
it will not stop
I banish thoughts
but still a song
plays faintly still
it twinkles, soars,
and never ends.

Music pulses through my brain
it trickles - downpours -
like the rain
the rain that flashes in the sun
and glitters on the grass and trees
and pools in leaves like tiny gems
that ripple and reflect the green.

The soaring notes
are softer now
my tired brain
is winding down
the music that was pouring down
is turning into mist

the clear, sharp notes
all drift away
what's left is music's spirit and
it looks like light to me.

Kelia

Poems

Here are three poems I wrote, the middle one I wrote on the way to Acadia. (The first one is the one I wanted you to read, Dad.)

Night fills my eyelids
the clock emits a steady drumbeat
my thoughts march in circles
they shimmer in rainbow colors
brilliant in their fragility
little worlds; so safe
for the moment
little ideas shimmer
blindingly
a breath of wind
send them sailing, soaring
a well placed breath
and they're gone,
never-been.


The clouds today
are lumpy and gray
some look like they're held
by the tips of the trees
some are parted
midsection
and brightness spills through-
not light,
but the absence of gloom.


The sun is dreaming of sleep.
It's always shining
always moving
Round and round,
around it goes
a world that never sleeps.

For this last one, do you like 'It's always shining' or 'It's always beaming' better? Also I could have the end
Round and round,
it goes around
a world that never sleeps.
It makes more sense that way, but I like how it sounds the other way better.

Kelia

Here's two poems I wrote a while ago. I love the first one :D

Sometimes it seems
like I only have words
for the huge thoughts
that overflow my brain--
but what about that thought
that flew past my
mind a minute
ago?
It said that
the giant white starfish
on the magazine cover
looks like an alien
upside down.
It doesn't.
So why do
the three bottles of glue
line up on the divider
remind me of elves
with their red,
red caps?



There's a candle
on the table next to me
with a lampshade
of different colored glass
blue and pink and yellow
glinting in the sun
I can imagine how
the colors would glow and shimmer
with a sun lit up inside.
We never light it.

Kelia

Poem

Here's a poem I just wrote.

I wish I could find a way to say
how confused this all makes me.
I wish confusion would
float away in the wind
like a kite
glinting in the sun
as it flies over ocean waves
as it's string is severed
by an invisible force
as it dips and soars
getting smaller as it goes
I turn away
the world's gone too
all is peaceful and white.


Originally I had the end

I turn away
before it disappears
the world's gone too
all is peaceful and white.

Which do you like better?
Kelia

Three poems

I can't decide whether I like this one very much.

Imagine
being afloat
in the universe
there's thick,
velvety darkness
pressing in on all sides
pinpricked occasionally
by stars
throbbing, tiny
points of fire
the heat bathes your face
in light
and gravity traps you
pulls you in
tendrals of warmth
reach up and
sear your eyeballs
you turn away and
round splashes of white
fill the darkness
it's all you can see.


And written directly after that:

Sometimes I want to laugh
at how profound
it all must sound
when really,
all that caused it was
some angst and boredom.
What a pair.


Written last night:

Nervousness
That feeling when
your throat closes up
and you can't breathe
not from tears
from your lungs
actually not moving
because your heart's
frozen one second,
beating frantically
the next
like hummingbird wings
whirring away
in your chest.


Kelia

Two poems one song

So many

changing things

Each day I am

a new person

No one knows

who I am

I only know

I'm changing

Today I'm thoughtful

yesterday decisive

Today I'm still

as the world rushes

around me

swirls of color-

random noises-

patches of anger, tears,

ebb and flow over me

through me

Today I'm aloof

Tomorrow I'll feel

the pain

of a world constantly

leaving me behind

The next day I'll laugh

and forget it all

Each day I am

a new person

I can't decide if I like this next one very much... is it too short?

Friends-- what good are they?

To talk to, cry with, laugh with

to sprint through life with

A momentary understanding 

between two beings

afloat in the universe

seeking somewhere to rest.

I have to write a tune for this one, it feels like a song to me.

How do you know

what your life will

bring about--

will you cause joy

or pain

in your life?

Will you be neutral

standing frozen

as the world rushes by

afraid to cause pain

so ignoring the need?

How do you know

what kind of person

you'll be--

will you cause joy

or pain

each day?

Will those around you

want to hold you

will you love them

with all you have--

will you search for friendship

in vain?

It eludes you

the world's spinning

you stop fighting

for a moment

for a moment

there's a fragment

of peace in

the world.

How do you know

if you'll ever find answers

to these questions

that fill your brain?

Will they haunt you

till you forget them

and the reason you cared--

will you learn to let go

and just live?

Kelia