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Respect From The Scenery
The sand parts beneath my feet,
making way for my stance,
knowing that I am stronger.
The cool waves lap at my feet,
rushing over the skin,
knowing I need relief from the sand
that feels as hot as the sun. -
A Distance That Doesn't Show
My legs launch of the block,
At the sound of the buzzer.
I glide smoothly into the water,
Forming delicate splashes,
And tiny waves.
My feet kick,
Pushing and pulling the water.
My arms haul me forward, -
Streaking Emotions
Lightning flashes,
Streaking bright yellow
Across the sky.
Thunder booms,
Rattling your brain,
Shaking your view.
The clouds let it out,
After bottling up the rain
And precipitation.
The sky is gloomy, -
A Stance On Golden Water
My paddle dips into golden water,
Gently splashing,
The glassy water.
The board glides,
Creating a trail of where it’s been.
The bubbles mark the area,
Marking where it has stood.
The water understands, -
Tires Persisting
My bike tires whir,
Moving along the dirt.
They grip the rocks and roots,
Saying their hellos and goodbyes,
Pushing me forward.
The grass and mud fights the force,
But the bike persists.
It holds its own, -
Ode To Chocolate
I had to write an ode poem for Humanities class. We were instructed to choose something silly, so I chose chocolate. Here it is:
Chocolate,
Oh chocolate,
You warm me head to toe.
Loves
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i am a poet
i see things that no human ever should:
the intricate coding of life
an emotion held by the gaze of one person to another
a tear falling silently that helps grow a daffodil.
i am a poet
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the unbakeable bread
i wish to mold you into a favored bread
bake you until pleasurable consumption
but only one piece of you.
you are not even to be baked. you are not a you
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Thank you Earth
Oh Earth, in your embrace we thrive,
Your soil, your sky, keep us alive.
You gift us trees and rivers wide,
With oceans deep and mountains high. -
generational
My grandmother never cut flowers with scissors, raised her nonexistent eyebrows plucked beyond all veins of recognition, blinked one eye fishlike & said a knife was all she needed.
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Enough
We'll march with cardboard signs
rainbow letters pretend
that we're happier than we are
because we understand
the depth of this hole we've dug ourselves
into
the fire we've fed
