These are a collection of short poems I’ve written over the years. Some of them were written a couple years ago, some were more recent. Enjoy!
HOME
In a clearing of crowded trees stands a home.
There is a fire burning in the fireplace, beckoning you.
The snowflakes are falling slowly outside.
Little cousins play, making snow angels.
The adults are sipping cider in the kitchen.
And a happy teen, lying in her bed.
Her home is where her soul belongs.
If only all homes were like this, warm and inviting,
thinks a sad little boy in the woods, frost biting his nose.
ON FRIDAY THE THIRTEENTH . . .
A clatter, a crash, it’s suddenly cold.
The walls are closing in.
An owl hoots, a wolf howls,
the night is pitch black, but it’s only four in the evening!
I am frightened . . . I refuse to be home alone again.
These ones were written for a writing prompt. You were given two words, and you were supposed to write a poem about each. Mine were home and scary.
BUBBLES
Blow a bubble into the sky,
you hope it goes where mermaids cry,
you hope it goes where no one dies,
you hope it goes where nobody lies.
Blow a bubble into the sky,
but, alas, it goes as far as I.
POP!
SPRING
Petals falling softly down,
vibrant colors all around.
Springtime, suntime, flowers dance,
slowly dipping in a trance.
Sunshine, birdsong floating ‘round,
singing, buzzing, sweet spring sounds.
These are my happiest poems (so far). You always need to have some happy poetry in there!
DARK TO LIGHT
Reaching aimlessly through the dark,
in this blackness there’s not even a spark.
Racing quickly towards the light,
running, beginning, starting my fight.
Please consume me, I silently say.
Make all this night go away.
Turn me into golden rays,
turn me into brilliance, day.
Like a moth to the flame,
a frightening, very dangerous game.
Flying away into the night,
hoping one day there will be light.
When the day comes that I reach the sun,
nevermore will I have to run.
This is one of my sadder/darker ones, and I like how it could mean anything. It could symbolize struggles with depression, anxiety, death, sickness, or any other thing like that.
FIGHTING FOR LOVE
Fighting with their lives on the edge,
trying to capture the miracle that will save.
United hearts pound, echoing eternal.
Everything has been hurt, mud, dirt, blood.
The faces turn straight toward the danger.
Their minds flash, seeing their family, friends, future, past.
Souls, remembering everything.
They fight for love.
This one actually one a writing contest. So I decided to save best for last!
Thanks for reading!
The Writing Clarinetist 
You made me feel a myriad of emotions. Very nice variety.
LikeLike
Thank you!
LikeLike