So sad is the freezing air

That whisps around strands of fine hair

Hair black as night with a subtle glow

How sad she is in the winter snow

She lays still now

Stars are the sky the night is the moon

No one knows how

A figure so fragile and small will be gone soon

Layers of green, pink, and blue

A good summers day to you

Her coat says as it slips away

Under the snow it disappears and just as so does the day

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My first child

Will not be wild

Maybe a girl

With a ballerina skirt who turns and whirls

Or possibly a boy

That would be a joy

But my child will be sweet

Patient before they eat

They will have etiquette

You see...

They don’t have to reflect me

But they must be kind

And have a great mind

A deformed mother like me

Oh I wish that that I could be

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How could we know?

Her prom dress drags flakes of wet snow

Called dewdrops

She goes to take pictures with friends and props

Oh how could we know?

She would grow up to be so-

Beautiful?

Wonderful?

Our lovely dove

In heaven above

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The notes crawl from

A twisted tone

A dire call less than a hum

A bird alone

In a cage

It is its home

Until death’s age

A child trapped

In plastic wrap

Thick and padded

For the hum to run around in

Eighteen hours a day

A cage

That just won’t go away

But maybe... with age

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A cat sits on a windowsill

A child sits in the living room

A fireplace crackles still

We all stare at the lovely moon

A sea beyond

And a rising sun

Streaks of blonde

Like a gold medal won

A whisper as the wind blows

A smile puts cracks in the walls

The beauty of the world shows

The song echoes down the warm halls

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A child’s life is full of tumbles and falls

Like differntly structured waterfalls

Rough or sweet

Both are a beet

Stains are drawn to them

A heart so red with love you can see it all down their shirt’s hem

Children are volatile when they get older

They thing the world is targeting them to be run over

Drama is real

It makes parents feel

A story is not over even once you get injured

Thier story book cover only thickened

Once you get your first full-time job

Only then will you see the mob

A life so innocent and sweet

Can turn into a lump of spoiled meat

Don’t let yourself stay down

Or give yourself a mask and underneath a frown

Rather enjoy the flavors of life

Be kind and gracious, then you won’t have much strife

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A video game

A bean bag

A kitten wrapped-

Wrapped in a child’s cross-cross embrace of legs

A purring from the kitten

A child’s lovely smile

Innocent and lovely

It runs like honey

The video game doesn’t matter

Because from now on the child gets better.

Most of these poems have really deep meanings meant to help with mental struggles. Some are to not sympathize but relate to a loss or a feeling that may be uncomfortable. Please enjoy my poems to the fullest.... If they can be enjoyed as such. BUT!!!!!! No analyzing of my poems please. Not the in-school analysis at least.

So sad is the freezing air

That whisps around strands of fine hair

Hair black as night with a subtle glow

How sad she is in the winter snow

She lays still now

Stars are the sky the night is the moon

No one knows how

A figure so fragile and small will be gone soon

Layers of green, pink, and blue

A good summers day to you

Her coat says as it slips away

Under the snow it disappears and just as so does the day

—————————————————

My first child

Will not be wild

Maybe a girl

With a ballerina skirt who turns and whirls

Or possibly a boy

That would be a joy

But my child will be sweet

Patient before they eat

They will have etiquette

You see...

They don’t have to reflect me

But they must be kind

And have a great mind

A deformed mother like me

Oh I wish that that I could be

—————————————————

How could we know?

Her prom dress drags flakes of wet snow

Called dewdrops

She goes to take pictures with friends and props

Oh how could we know?

She would grow up to be so-

Beautiful?

Wonderful?

Our lovely dove

In heaven above

—————————————————

The notes crawl from

A twisted tone

A dire call less than a hum

A bird alone

In a cage

It is its home

Until death’s age

A child trapped

In plastic wrap

Thick and padded

For the hum to run around in

Eighteen hours a day

A cage

That just won’t go away

But maybe... with age

—————————————————

A cat sits on a windowsill

A child sits in the living room

A fireplace crackles still

We all stare at the lovely moon

A sea beyond

And a rising sun

Streaks of blonde

Like a gold medal won

A whisper as the wind blows

A smile puts cracks in the walls

The beauty of the world shows

The song echoes down the warm halls

—————————————————

A child’s life is full of tumbles and falls

Like differntly structured waterfalls

Rough or sweet

Both are a beet

Stains are drawn to them

A heart so red with love you can see it all down their shirt’s hem

Children are volatile when they get older

They thing the world is targeting them to be run over

Drama is real

It makes parents feel

A story is not over even once you get injured

Thier story book cover only thickened

Once you get your first full-time job

Only then will you see the mob

A life so innocent and sweet

Can turn into a lump of spoiled meat

Don’t let yourself stay down

Or give yourself a mask and underneath a frown

Rather enjoy the flavors of life

Be kind and gracious, then you won’t have much strife

—————————————————

A video game

A bean bag

A kitten wrapped-

Wrapped in a child’s cross-cross embrace of legs

A purring from the kitten

A child’s lovely smile

Innocent and lovely

It runs like honey

The video game doesn’t matter

Because from now on the child gets better.

Most of these poems have really deep meanings meant to help with mental struggles. Some are to not sympathize but relate to a loss or a feeling that may be uncomfortable. Please enjoy my poems to the fullest.... If they can be enjoyed as such. BUT!!!!!! No analyzing of my poems please. Not the in-school analysis at least.

Grass grows with weeds,

In the frostbitten land of winter.

The iceicles sing, rather than the birds.

A circle of frozen flowers around the growing grass.

A circle of flowers in the forbidden land of winter?

How can this cold suit the flowers needs?

Her case is studied with too many words.

A soft jingle of frozen pollen beads,

Rolls into the land where the growing grass now sings, without weeds.

Her case is not solved so easily, though the sun starts creeping.

A ray turns into blinding light,

With little time.

A crackle is heard among somber singing,

And the flowers wave in verse and rhyme,

A gleeful girl, in a story shines.

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A meadow in winter says hello

With its blankets of heavy snow

Crystalline structure called ice

Hug tree branches, so bitterly nice

Limbs fall around in spaced out land

Flowers with crystalline petals still stand

Small is better in this sub-zero place

Large and heavy limbs will shatter as if they were a vase

The meadow is dancing with still-lying blades of grass

That cut whoever dares to trespass

The beauty of such an unreachable marvel

In a dome growing colder as glass becomes marble

The people gather around the walls

Hoping to see the beauty before it all falls

They don’t realize putting it in a place of glory

Will only end faster a fair, blushing, bride of a story

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(This poem will be a little constaversal but please don’t get mad at me. I’m not rtring to be mean, I promise!)

(Also I want to clarify this is from a point of a child. I want to make this realistic as to the things going on in America right now.)

They say “Trump” as if he was never a president

What respect do we give to him for being that

I mean, he helped our economy, is what my parents say

President Biden hasn’t done much yet

I mean, he was just inaugurated,

His time was only just set

But why do crowds love him so

When they had a president they didn’t cheer for much only a while ago

I don’t know a lot of what’s going on

All I can do is sing my favorite song

And hide in a corner as people get mad

They say thy want to bring social equality but all they do is make me sad

If they want to make things better just take my hand and . . .

I’ll smile and sing my favorite song for you and show you the song’s band!!!

If you want to make things better be nice, generous, patient, and put on a genuine smile

If you are that’s great but the others may take a while

People can do some stupid things

The death of that dark-skinned man was a sad, sad, and terrifying happening

But I don’t want to be scared

I want to smile

(Though I will make sure to remember)

Show respect to our presidents

Even if they only stay in office for a little while

I want to make people happy

And dance in the streets

All people alike

Though now, even my track team can’t have any meets...

I am jealous of dark-skinned people

I mean who wouldn’t be?

They don’t get sunburned so easily

I’m as white as paper,

I’ve been made fun of for that

The only good thing about it is the nurse’s always think I look sickly (I don’t go often) so I can skip class!

But dark people, they are so beautiful like chocolate on a hot summers day

A swimming pool of chocolate must be so pretty!!!!!!

But I’ve told you I’m as white as paper

Who gives a dime-

Maybe some people but they won’t understand my favorite nursery rhyme

If we can’t get along then what’s the point

A gun

That’s not fun unless my dad is at a shooting range

He like hunting, but I like anime

My sister likes learning French but my brother likes Spanish

Who cares anyway

Not me, not once, and not today

And never again because why should you

Respect everyone whether white or black

Remember the phrase “opposites attract”?

If so, let’s be magnets

Let’s gather into a circle and share memory fragments

Let’s listen to our favorite songs even if some of them aren’t to each other’s liking

Can’t we all be nice?

Why can’t we all be nice?

Daddy says that takes sacrifice

Well police sacrifice thier lives every day

I heard on the news something I couldn’t understand

Mommy said it meant some police officers became angels a little early

I thought that was weird

I don’t quite get it

But I heard it’s not fun to become an angel early

I just wanna have fun

But first I have to finish my homework from school

Why is skin color so bad?

Honestly I think dark skinned people are cool

Is the right word a fad?

A trend is what I mean, the magazines are crazy.

They haven’t put a chocolate skinned woman in a chocolate themed dress yet!

Or maybe a brownie dress.... or cookies n’ cream.... or flowers and grasses and trees.... or a Tiana dress!!!!

Oh I forgot about the guys.... they look good in anything.

But if you have read this far you should know that I just want a fair world

Even if I am a little girl

I know we should be nicer

We should complement people

You see rage, violence, and all types of malice are growing in size

They are like tumors taking over our home right now

We didn’t shed blood for more blood to be shed by our own hand in a land of freedom

If we are free people why condemn each other

Mommy and daddy say that’s not how the world works

But I challenge this country and even those other ones

Even the countries I haven’t learned about in history class yet

I challenge this world to be nicer, better,

And not to confuse right with wrong or wrong with right

Because we will put up a fight

Not against each other but again the evil thoughts and emotions creeping into our heads in the night

I want princes and princesses to be in my dreams

Please dream evil-free in this pearl gated ballroom with me

P.S. I am jealous that the darker people are more protected from sunburns! That is true though... I think? If I remember correctly.... ahhhh whatever you guys get the point.