This is a page where you can find all my poems. I wrote each one of these! Enjoy!
Dark Night Sky
The dark sky filled the room
I tossed and turned,
Left to right,
Trying to get comfortable.
My white feathered blanket wrapped around me tightly
Finally, I sat up,
Clicked the light,
Got my notebook and a pen,
Letting my mind role free
And my tales run through.
Tips and Tricks and Pogo Sticks
Number one don’t go pogoing down a hill.
Number two, if you pogo stick,
Your pretty cool!
And so on
Rules are over rated,
Advice is better,
Mom and dad hear about this (pogo stick talent)
Horrible, if that was a test,
It’s a big fat,
Are you new at pogo sticking, this is a perfect place to start,
One of my favorites,
(Drum roll please)
The directions that came with the pogo stick.
Read the directions once,
Then go and learn off of YouTube,
And if your still stuck, call a friend.
Go ask your parents for help!
They’re a big NO NO!
If they hear about your new favorite thing to do,
They’ll eathier say “Charlotte it’s too dangerous, please get off now.”
“Charlotte, smile, it’s for Facebook sweetie.
I want to tell the world.”
Whatever rules you pogo by, you got to first understand “don’t go pogo sticking down a hill.”
The 8pm sun is like no other
It changes depending on the season
During fall, it’s down to earth
During winter, the sun is not exactly in the sky, but somewhere I bet people are enjoying it
During spring, the sun is trying really hard to stay high in the sky, but fails
Finally during summer, it’s above eye level
The 8pm sun is unique.
Rethinking The United States
I’ve never known that my world can be wrong.
Some people think the opposite of me.
Is anything right?
There is always an other side of the story.
Someone is either against or for the situation.
Why do I think the way I do?
What’s happening to my life?
Who am I really?
A wishing pond
A pond you wish on
A pond full of wishes
A wish is to a pond as stars are to the dark, night sky
One’s wish is full of beauty
Another full of fear
And that one kid who brings a tear
The stream on his/her cheek, salty and wet
One after another, till the specialty of a laugh
A laugh that the child remembers
The laugh of a foolish cry
That laugh of a foolish cry at the wishing pond
The pond that seeks beauty, wishes, and fear
Not any pond, a special wishing pond
A wishing pond that is a star in the dark, night sky