Baby Cousin Poem

Luca’s Dance

As soon as I exit the car,
I can see his little head
Pop into view of the window,
His smile like a ray of sunshine.

Luca tugs at the door
With all of his might,
But his little baby body
Cannot open the barrier between us.

When I step into his house,
Luca is unable to control his excitement any longer.
He rushes into my arms,
Showering me with a wet mass of kid kisses.

He then starts to dance around the room,
Jumping and prancing like a gazelle,
Pure happiness gushing from within,
While singing a tune all his own.

“Play with this! Come on! Look at this!”
Are the words tumbling from his little mouth.
Luca tugs us in all directions,
Ecstatic at the idea of new playmates.

Excited as a four year old can be
To see his older cousins,
I have to admit,
I can’t wait to see him either.

New Version of an Old Poem

Stargirl


The night is deadly still,
Except for the calming breeze
Drifting off from the green sea.

The salty air soars up into an ebony night sky,
Guiding my eyes up to the stars.
They twinkle and wink,
Sending me silent stories of the past.

A little girl traveling
Across the vast west
In an old, beat up covered wagon.

A young man lying in bed
After a hard day’s work,
Trying desperately to support his ailing family.

An old woman sitting on her front porch,
Quietly absorbing the balmy night air,
Listening to crickets chirp.

All of these people look up at the same stars
In their times of need, despair, and hope.
Each and every one hear the same song,
The same song that I hear tonight.

“Stargirl, stargirl…”

Friendship Metaphor Poem

Confetti Eruption

My friends are
An explosion of confetti.
Many colors,
Many moods, many minds.

Sarah is the pile of confetti before the outburst.
Unpretentious at first glance,
Her true nature lies deep within,
A burst of surprise energy waiting to happen.

Kenzie is the pair of hands
That pulls the plug and starts the outbreak,
Sending us off into a diffusion
Of manic giggles.

Paige, Katherine and Emily
Are the first handful of pieces
To shoot through the air,
All laughter, all the time.

They soar high as the heavens,
Letting their guffaws
Bounce into our ears,
Long after the fun is over.

Then there is Christina.
She is the one lonely bit of colored paper
That realizes the explosion has already happened
When it’s too late.
Silently, she floats to the ground,
Wondering why everyone else is laughing.

And finally, there’s me.
I am the overseer of the operation,
Making sure that everything is just as it should be,
Wild and wacky,
Non-stop fun.

Stargirl

Here is another poem that I wrote. Tell me if you can figure out what it means...

Stargirl

I have been told

to shoot for the stars.

An impossible task for sure.

They twinkle in the night,

winking at me.

But smile back I cannot,

for here on earth I sit.

Sprawled out on the cool white sheets,

I listen to them murmur

"Stargirl, stargirl..."

(Please remember that this is just a rough draft!)

Poems by harold;)

I was cleaning out my room the other day when I came across a bunch of my old notebooks. I found some amusing poems written by the one and only: moi! Enjoy!

Mystery Meat

There it is.

It's looking at me.

How could my mother

do this to me?

Gloppy, soppy,

awful, and wet.

I haven't managed

to try any yet.

It's green and it's blue,

and maybe chartreuse.

This junk doesn't have

even one little use!

It smells like cat litter,

old cream cheese and dog doo.

Oh what am I, what am I

going to do?

Dad gave me the look,

so I'm taking a bite.

If I die, give my sister my doll,

and my best friend my kite.

Here it comes!

The fork's in my mouth.

I bet this junk will head north

'stead of south.

I clomp down my teeth

and get my very first taste.

Oh man,

this stuff is a waste.

One Inch Left

There it is!

The big red prize.

It's the one thing

I idolize.

I've gotta get closer

to the big red apple.

Then I can relax

and drink my ice cold Snapple.

Crawling, crawling,

I breaking a sweat.

But sadly,

I'm still not there yet.

My little work body

is getting real tired

to reach the one thing

that my heart desires.

Wait a minute,

I'm here! I'm here!

i made it here

with all of my gear.

My fork, my spoon,

my knife, my cup.

I start to crawl

up, up, up.

Then I take

my first bite.

And can you guess what?

It tastes just right.

More to come!

Snowtime White

I wake up on a silent winter day
to find my world covered in white
The trees have put on sparkling masks
Covering up their fright

The grass is gone,
the pond is too
My steps are covered
in this dazzling dew

I slip on my boots and hat and coat
grab my mittens too
The ground is icey and the cold bites my nose,
but I don't mind, do you?

I open my book and start my work
what I really came out here to complete
I pick a color, cucumber green
and paint the grass with ease

The driveway returns to its normal gray
with a quick flick of my magic wand
The front door is then painted deep blood red
and deep sea blue the pond

By the time day breaks
I feel I am done
From the moon to the stars,
the clouds to the sun

My world is not white anymore
Not lost in a world of wonder
Now everything is just as should be
Everything is the right color