I am

This is perhaps the very first poem I ever written, during a boring day of school in September when they were explaining the rules to the new sixth graders for the millionth time that week. I found it today cleaning my room. I liked it so much that I rewrote the poem on a fresh sheet of paper, then I crumpled up the first copy and threw it on my desk and went downstairs to show my mom. She said this is her favorite one ever and I think it's mine too. I decided to share it with all of you, So here it is:

I AM

I am an individual who loves to be,

as quiet as the morning sea,

I can be as loud as a new drum,

I see a bright future for me to come,

I seek to help others in need,

and help to plant more tree seeds.

I will help to right what I think is wrong,

and hum along to the bird's new song.

I want to challenge myself all I can,

It is a part, of my life's game plan.

I'm a cloud as soft as can be,

a river that flows into the deep blue sea,

I'm a brave warrior you know,

and that part of me shall never go.

I am myself and that's all I'll ever be,

Even if I grow as tall as a maple tree.

For I am, Me and that's all I can be.

Hope you all like this one!

Please Comment,

Thanks,

Meghana :)

Memories

This poem I wrote last night but I was too tired to post it on my blog. Hope you like it:)

Memories

Our bad memories hurt us, as bare feet on shattered glass, and may haunt us our entire lives.

And our good memories, may sometimes be in our hearts,

as a needle in a haystack. And the needle tends to be the good memory.

But we should not be letting our good memories be torn from us. No. We should place them deep within our hearts, never to be forgotten. And the bad memories, should be the needle within the haystack. And let us learn from these memories. Sometimes the ones you love, try to protect you from having these memories. But they have to know, and let them know, that you will make your own memories, and good or bad, they should be your own.

Rainbows

The other Day a Rainbow had appeared in the sky behind our house. My mom and I were fascinated by its beauty that we walked up and down the hill next to our vegetable garden on the side of our house until the rainbow faded away.
So here is the poem I wrote on July 2nd when a different rainbow was in the sky, and above is the picture I drew today of a rainbow:

RAINBOWS

The pot of gold at the end of each rainbow,

is it really always there?

Many people, who don't enjoy life as it is

have a tendency to be greedy.

Why can't they, as I often do, look at the rainbow,

and smile.

The rainbow is a very beautiful thing, given to us

by god.

All you want to do is stop life for a few moments and marvel at it's beauty.

But life has to go on. Each second ticking away.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock!

Something special and unique about rainbows,

is the fact that you can't cut them down, no matter how hard you try.

You just can't.

Unlike the trees.

You just can't.

They come and go as they please.

There's no telling when the next one coming.

It's a secret surprise lurking around the corner,

coming, to brighten up your day!

Buddy and Lucky

Buddy and Lucky
Lucky Jumping in the air to catch the ball and Buddy running behind her

Lucky half- asleep

Buddy chewing a bone

I feel like writing something about my dogs, so here it is:

Buddy And Lucky

A few years ago, don’t remember how many
Two great bundles of joy entered my life
They enjoy sleeping
Eating
Playing ball
Being brushed
Chasing birds
Biting water from the hose
Just the normal activities, right?

They are too cute for words
Growing up too fast
My little angels can certainly bring a hurricane of mess into the house
But I love them
Never the less
For they will always be my two little puppies
Who enjoy eating my socks
And chase each other in the backyard
Come and meet
Buddy and Lucky

The Lonesome Tree

When my family and I were leaving clothes after shopping for clothes, we saw the beautiful sky and it was like a navy blue color. and there right in front of the store across the street was this tree sitting all by itself surronded by the pavement and cars. So when I got home I asked my mom what to write a new poem aboutand she said the tree in the parking lot with the navy blue sky. So here is the poem of The Lonesome Tree.

The Lonesome Tree

When the sky becomes dark at night,

but not as dark as black,

but a dark blue,

a navy blue.

A lonesome tree I noticed,

sat by itself,

longing for a friend.

The squirrels and birds that live in the tree,

would like a new friend or two.

But frankly that is not possible.

For the lonesome beautiful tree,

is in the middle,

the middle of a

Parking lot.

Clouds

Today on our daily walk, I look up into the sky and my mom says, did you draw your clouds today?

And I say, no mom sorry, I forgot.
She looked disappointed. She asks us(my sister and I) to draw something each day and for the past few days we seem to have forgotten to draw these clouds she has wanted. So I wrote this for her. So mom, this one is for you!

Clouds

What are these gray puffs that are always in the sky,

day and night.

Or perhaps a big cotton candy machine has exploded.

Why,these shapes are like Magic!

They can block the sun, the stars, and the moon.

And they can change shapes before our very eyes.

Look, they are most certainly always moving.

But the can change different colors too,

depending on what mood they are in.

For it seems, that they do have feelings too,

just like me and you.

When they are upset, they cry great tears, the size as our own.

(Except theirs can fill rivers and end droughts.)

Maybe it's because someone for them is gone.

So they get upset about that and cry their hearts out.

For everything surely has a heart.

Just because we cannot see it doesn't change the fact that its possibly still there.

Right?

But what is this mysterious creature?

That haunts our night sky,

and is our friend when we walk on our way to school.

Watching over us.

So come meet your new friend.

Cloud.

Today I feel like writing another poem and this is another one that I wrote the same day as The Pool of your Dreams:



As the wind blows to the east,

telling the tales from far away,

they make you want to wish you were there,

in another land,

but it's only if you trust,

the tales from the wind.

The Pool of your Dreams

I wrote this poem on June 23rd:

The Pool of your Dreams

Each time I lie to sleep, in the warm comforts of my bed,

I think about what journey I will embark upon up ahead.

In the Journey of Life you will need to rest, and each time you do,

you will be surrounded in the pool, the pool of your dreams.

The Spider's Web

This is another poem I wrote the same day as Nature, because the idea just came to me:

The Spider's Web

I glance once, twice, then once more again .

What I see is astounding to me, the web of the spider's is calling to me.

I Examine it deeply.

The pattern was simply uncalled for.

It was spectacular, but it made me unsure.

For the spiders web created letters, forming, almost a special secret message,

just for me!

Nature

Here is the first poem I wrote on the first day of my summer vacation, where I imagined myself at a party at my aunts house and I was laying on the big trampoline, all by myself.

I look up at the leaves whispering amongst themselves,

mixing in with the sounds of nature, and the sounds of people laughing,

screaming, whispering, and crying. Inbetween the leaves, the shining bright stars

glisten above, as if they weren't real. As if they are a figment of my imagination. As

I look up upon the sky of green, black, brown, silver, and gold, I hear the calling of

the birds, the owls, as I gently fall asleep; keeping a mute on the music of life

surrounding me.

Happy Birthday Dad!

Yesterday was my Dad's Birthday party, and I want to wish him a Happy Birthday. This is what I wrote for you Dad, I hope you like it!


Lucky

That is what I am to have you as a Father.

You are as smart as can be, and as loving as ever.

Like how a bird makes a nest for her young. That is how caring you are. You care

for us so much that you would do whatever it takes to make sure there is a roof

over our heads, and food to eat whenever we are hungry.

You're Always there for me, and you're always telling me what's best for me, and

even though I may not like it, I shall always appreciate it.

And remember I am going to always be there for you.

I LOVE YOU DADDY!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

The first poem I wrote

This is the first poem I wrote that inspired my mom to tell me to write a poem each day. I wrote it in like February or March, around the 2nd Quarter of my school year, and my mom found it digging through my papers to find things for me to study over the summer. Here it is, Hope you like it :


I hear whispers amongst me,
each telling a tale of wonder.
About dragons, princesses and knights.
Oh, how I long to be,
inside those beautiful tales,
to see the valleys,
and the streams,
oh, how I long to be,
inbetween the pages of a book.

Hope you liked it!
Thank you! :)

Trees

Sitting at Panera Bread for Lunch today I spotted 5 trees sitting by themselves all alone in the parking lot. It made me wonder, and I wrote this:


Why do we never give these beauties a second glance?
We just look once then never again.
But if we were to just take the time to simply stare,
and listen to the beauty of life,
living silently amongst us,
in a tree.

Hi there

Hey, I just wanted to start blogging, my mom does it and she seems to enjoy it, and she is pretty good at it. So I've decided to do that. I write a lot of Poems so I thought I would be good at this. I intend to write each day so I hope you enjoy!