by Shadow
I am from the leaf blown streets
of energetic kids playing
the laughing sirens
of which trees inhale.
I am from the purr of cats,
the croak of fire
and the sight that the street lights hold.
I am from mysterious books;
Twilight, Elsewhere, and Bottled Up.
I feel dry waters soaking my feet
and wet winds, crying in my face
I am from the warmth of friends around
I am from crystal grounds
that sparkle of a new day's light
The dark nights without a shy of light
and the bright, milky sun in my window
I am from grass-stained jeans
that work as hard as I do
the slippery bodies of snakes
that race in the icy, warm waves
I am from the breezy coast
and the seagulls screaming above
but I know I am most from...
my heart that dances with me.
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15 years ago
4 comments:
I really like your poem...it has great images!
This poem is really descriptive- possibly one of the best on this page. I like all of the sensory details. It really puts this into perspective. Good job! I can't wait to read more!
I love your poem. I am amazed. Are you really an eight-grader?
Absolutely gorgeous! I can see, feel, and hear where you are from.
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