these are all my original poems.
I hope you enjoy them.
The Dance
She enters and takes her stance,
Then begins her graceful dance.
Shoulders back and head held high,
The audience watches and lets out a sigh.
Fluid movements and graceful steps,
She reaches down into her depths.
She moves to the music in her own world,
Bliss comes to her as she floats and twirls.
Dance is the outlet she so desires,
Always able to set her heart afire;
No troubles of the world does she know,
When the music starts to flow.
The song comes toward the end,
With it her message to send;
She delights in the reaction of those who see,
The freedom and joy that dance can be.
Summer
Crisp clean air
Everything new
Spring despairs
Seasons anew
Summer delight
Fun times coming
Beautiful sights
Children running
Days spent lounging
Long visits spent
Insects hounding
Letters sent
Sun is blazing
Days are longer
Children lazy
Joy grows stronger
Fall draws near
Sadness creeps in
New school year
Awaiting summer again
Spring
Enter Spring
Snow starts to melt
Birds Sing
Giddiness felt
Eggs hatch
Sun shines
Kids play catch
Fun times
Flowers bloom
New life begins
Spring showers loom
New clothes trends
School dance
Spring break
New romance
Wedding cakes
Summer�s near
Spring ends
Children cheer
Summer begins
Fall
Fall sneaks in
School�s begun
Ball games to win
Lots of fun
Crickets drone
Pumpkins carved
School zones
Crossing guards
Stormy weather�s here
Leaves start to change
Holidays near
Meals to arrange
The air cools off
Ladies play Gin
Men play golf
Big grins
Winter is nigh
Fall is nearly gone
Spirits high
Won�t be long
Winter
Freezing cold
Snow falls
Hot chocolate sold
Sniffles and coughs
Sweaters come out
Gloves are on
Children shout
Sing a song
Holiday�s close
School takes a break
Marshmallows toast
Cookies to bake
Snowmen are built
Snow angels too
Snuggle under a quilt
Sip some soup
Happy New Year
Winters almost past
Spring draws near
Warmer weather at last
Halloween
Spooky things come out of the dark,
Dogs begin to howl and bark.
Ghosts and goblins and vampires too,
Cauldrons boil with witches' brew.
Gremlins run to and fro,
Street lamps let off a wicked glow.
Monsters lurk in dark corners,
Bats fly out and attach to dormers.
Graveyards stir with the undead,
Children's hearts fill with dread.
Spiders spin webs and snakes slither,
The wolfman brings out his new litter.
Mummies stumble from their tombs,
Frankenstein stalks and spreads his gloom.
Creepy things hide in the shadows,
Silhouettes move past dark windows.
The moon is full and round,
Danger lurks all around.
Nightmares are sure to come,
Its time for the creatures to have some fun.
Watch your back,
Best to hide from the attack.
The night is alive with things to dread,
Hide under the covers in your bed.
The night goes on and turns to morning
All the creatures of the night are mourning.
The sun comes up to erase the fear,
All the spooks go away till next year.
My Girls
Standing by my side are two beautiful girlsOne with straight hair, the other in curls
From the moment they were born
They made my heart warm
I see all of my hopes and dreams
With scabby knees and torn blue jeans
I learn new things every day
In everything they do and everything they say
I watch them while they sleep
The stakes have never been this steep
I never knew love could be this strong
I will love them my whole life long
As they grow and change each day
For them I will always pray
To be the best that they can be
For the entire world to see
Alone
I'm standing here at the end of nowhere,
wondering where all the time has gone.
What have I accomplished in my life,
what have I done wrong.
What do I have to look forward to,
what rewards are left.
How do I keep going now,
when all I want is rest.
I go through the motions of each passing day,
nodding here and there.
Putting on a happy face,
but knowing that I don't care.
Then I catch a glimpse of you,
in some old photograph.
I start to remember better times,
the way we used to laugh.
I wish I could go back in time,
and hold you so tight.
I would make sure you never left me,
I would never give up the fight.
But as I stand here today,
knowing it's too late.
I wonder why I messed it up,
cursing this twist of fate.
So now I must continue on,
doing it by myself.
Waiting for the end of time,
putting my feelings for you back on the shelf.
I will go on because I have no choice,
the cowards way just isn't for me.
But if I run into you someday,
I hope you will hear my pleas.
What Joy Do You Get�..
What joy do you get when you call me names,
when you put me down and make me feel shame?
Why are you so mean and nasty to me,
never happy to just let me be?
Does it make you feel big to hurt me so,
when you make me cower from another blow?
What joy do you get from saying I'm stupid,
and making me feel like there's something I did?
Is it nice up there on your high horse,
while I sit here with a smile I force?
Did someone do something to you long ago,
that makes you bitter enough to treat me so?
What joy do you get from locking me up,
and making me beg you to give me my sup?
Why do you sit there with that look on your face,
acting like you're better than the whole human race?
When will you realize that I'm as good as you,
instead of treating me like I'm the stuff on your shoe?
What joy do you get?
A Perfect World
I dreamed of a land far away
Where fun could be had
And kids could still play
It wasn't much like the place we live now
It was safe and happy
Everyone's word was a vow
People lived to a ripe old age
Courtesy was foremost
Not one, full of rage
The sun was shining bright and hot
Nobody was sick
Everyone liked it a lot
Safe to walk outside at night
People were kind
No one in a fight
There was no such thing as drugs or guns
Crime wasn't heard of
Justice, always done
Alcoholics would just never do
Pain never felt
Politicians, were honest and true
There was no dreaded disease
Handicaps a myth
Dogs could relax without fleas
Hunger and pollution didn't exist
Drought was wiped out
Problems solved without a fist
Health care was provided
There were no long lines
People as one, united.
Education was prized and given for free
Jobs were plentiful
Beauty around for all to see
Everyone had a place to live
Clothes were provided
People happy to give
No such thing as fame
Everyone equal
War, just a card game
Divorces never sought
Abuse never given
Valuable lessons, always taught
See this is a world where everything's good
I would love to see it
Everyone would!
Overactive Imagination
Invisible fingers crawl up my spine
Unimaginable thoughts fill my mind
Creaks and pops heard in the night
Fills my heart with considerable fright
Shadows run across the wall
Strange noises in the hall
Darkness takes my imagination running
Evil things I envision coming
Covers pulled over my head
Is something lurking under my bed?
Voices drifting outside the window
Gripping tightly to my pillow
The closet is open just a bit
Afraid something will come out of it
Heart is pounding out of my chest
I know I'll never get any rest
Then I start to pray
For the quick coming of the day
As sleep gradually comes
With it the fear runs
On the edge of my last conscious thought
The doorknob turns and sleep I fought
But I've already drifted away
I never see the final play
Death comes to take me home
No longer free to walk and roam
Nothingness surrounds me now
I seem to be floating I don't know how
Then I start to see light
I want to reach it with all my might
I look around me and what do I see?
My very own room looking back at me
As vestiges of sleep shed their skin
I realize the dream that held me in
My skin is slick with sweat
The sheets and covers soaking wet
I start to shiver as I jump out of bed
It was just a dream all in my head
How much was real I'll never know
But from now on, I'll leave the light aglow
Nightmares of the Childish Kind
Way down at the foot of my bed,
is a toy box, painted in red.
Nothing special about it at all,
it holds all my toys, from my cars to my doll.
But something sinister lurks inside,
And in no one, can I confide.
It only comes out at night,
when the Sandman has taken me out of sight.
A nasty witch who has it in for me,
plagues all my dreams, and won't let me be.
Night after night, she taunts me so,
she cackles and bites and causes me woe.
I call to my mom to help me out,
She arrives at my door and says, don't pout.
This only makes the witch laugh more,
and frightens me, right down to my core.
When I'm awake, I know she's not real,
But I can't tell anyone just how I feel.
For years this goes on, but not every time,
does she visit my dreams and haunt my mind.
Eventually those dreams came to an end,
I don't know how or exactly when.
A few years ago, I finally told my mother,
about how the witch used to make me shudder.
She asked me why I didn't tell her then,
and I told her I thought she wasn't my friend.
She said that was silly, not at all true,
she was my friend, through and through.
I should have told her, about my fright,
then I could have slept, safe and sound at night.
I wish I could go back in time,
to tell that little girl, to speak her mind.
But as I can't, nightmares keep coming,
to haunt my dreams and send me running.
I don't know why I have reoccurring dreams,
totally redundant in all their scenes.
Visions of terror that turns my blood cold,
will stay with me until I'm old.
Doing the damage that can't be undone,
spending my nights waiting for the sun.
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Copyright 2003-2007 Wendy H. S.
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