Poetry day again today! (Yes, Aaron and Teren, another poetry day!) Today I would like you to write a poem about your favorite season of the year. Be descriptive!
So this poem isn't very specific, but when I was writing it, I was thinking about a night sky in winter.
Jumbled like the stars; the stars come falling down drifting from a cloudless sky, scattered on the ground The stars may fall forever and never reach my hands they are too great and beautiful; too far to understand Smaller than a pinpoint, smaller than the whitest lie they only can grow bigger and their light will never die Oh how far! Unreachable! how vague, but yet so clear are the smiling stars that haunt me, that are not what they appear If only I could reach them! If only they were mine this longing that I feel for them would be easy to define For once these stars are brighter than anything I've ever seen they are beautiful and wonderful; this must be just a dream But alas! I wish it was! for the stars are turning black they torture me and mock me, but there is no turning back Oh how jumbled are my stars! my empty soul is lost for my moments in the star-shine come at a ghastly cost
Leaves falling all around. Many colors to be found. People Laghing. People Playing. Jumping in leaves and celebrating. The sky is cloudy, but still nice. There appears the first signs of ice. Critters preparing for the harsh cool weather. Making their little homes so much better. Geese fly while making shapes. Looking for a great escape. Crops are harvested and cows brought in. Families recall where they have been. The frost is coming. The trees are bare. Hunters begin growing more facial hair. The wind is brisk. The games are played. The shorts are put away for a trade. We keep warm inside through it all. This is the coming of the Fall.
Spring It’s the time of the new And the time of the fresh The in-between of winter and summer The melting of the snow And watching waters flow The leaves on the trees Beginning to come out The flowers on the ground Starting to bloom Spring time will end Then the heat of the summer And the falling of leaves Then the cold of the winter And soon enough Spring will come again
Fall, summer, winter, spring all are creative in many different ways Spring so soft, the light breeze blows, sun out, so warm it melts the snows, Soon after that the sun gets hotter, the days are busy, relaxing and joyful, The the difference is the smells of just mowed grass, and bonfires blazing, lit from a match. Late into September the temperature and the weather, are much different than that of summer, the fall has arrived, the trees shine of bright warm color, Slowly but surely the cold wind blows in, sprinkling sparkly dust particles appear on the ground, waiting for children to come play around.
I like all seasons! but since it's fall I will just write bout it.
The sky is on fire and smoke rises the leaves browning in the afternoon clinging to the trees trembling and wailing among the wind and the earth takes a last breath before it is swallowed by the silence of winter
The morning yawn sends warmth across my skin so I open my window to let the earth in.
A final water droplet releases itself from the rooftop And at that moment, all wintry chill is put to a stop.
The cool, clear water falls from my fingertips And greets my toes with a tiny cold kiss.
I unwrap my body from the comforts of the night And wander off into the seasonal secret colored in light.
I open my arms and am twirled to the above Until I reach pastel meadows of infant daisies and flocks of doves.
Misty winds lift me up and whisper stories through my hair, Twirling me round among the warm, crisp air.
Wandering petals of lilies linger softly before my eyes, Blowing grasses sway with a low rolling sigh. Overlooking the stream, a white wedding of blooms blossom upon a single tree. Sweet flowers dance in the heartbeat of the noon And through the clouds peak the first rays of the day, Overtaking the shadows of the past moon.
Silhouettes soar above, Through all space and through a united sky, I watch them soar and let out a familiar free cry.
A vibrant sunset says goodbye, Setting only in the sky But never in my mind.
As the air cools, The fog thickens and the wind subdues, The lightly colored tones turn into deepened hues.
I relax my senses and flow back upon the grassy bed that is pulling me in and resting my head. Over the hills, Beyond the stream, Under the stars and in the trees Rings life's song and I lay there and listen to it sing.
As I close my eyes, I inhale a subtle hint of spring.
Everything is bleak and grim. Woods are blanketed in snow, Springs and brooks are frozen. All the animals have gone away, People crouch around warm fires. The land is barren, cold, empty, Nothing is growing or breathing.
The world here is dead.
Hope is suddenly restored. Back to life the woods roar, Chuckling springs and brooks. Singing birds have returned to us, Blooming flowers smell delightful. Gentle breezes are comforting, Everything has turned around.
Driving, playing, swimming, laughing; these are the best moments that I'll be having. Bonfires, s'mores, cookouts, camping; Who cares about the flies when you're smiling?
Soaking up the sun's rays ...I could do this for DAYS. Sitting, sipping, slurping, relaxing; Someday I might need to go "Botox"-ing.
Summer days, I'm having a blast. Winter days always come too fast.
The trees are bare, the temperature is cool with nobody to be seen outside of school. The roads are covered with feet of snow and the wind howls with a lonely moan. The basketballs bounce from place to place in the gym as people take there place. The fans arrive with hope in there eyes. The days are short, the nights are long. Everyone has hope the next day brings more to come.
Snow lightly falling Children softly singing the joy of the mornings The church bells ringing the smiles on christmas morning the wet snow as it hits your face The dream of a white christmas
So this poem isn't very specific, but when I was
ReplyDeletewriting it, I was thinking about a night sky in winter.
Jumbled like the stars; the stars come falling down
drifting from a cloudless sky, scattered on the ground
The stars may fall forever and never reach my hands
they are too great and beautiful; too far to understand
Smaller than a pinpoint, smaller than the whitest lie
they only can grow bigger and their light will never die
Oh how far! Unreachable! how vague, but yet so clear
are the smiling stars that haunt me, that are not what they appear
If only I could reach them! If only they were mine
this longing that I feel for them would be easy to define
For once these stars are brighter than anything I've ever seen
they are beautiful and wonderful; this must be just a dream
But alas! I wish it was! for the stars are turning black
they torture me and mock me, but there is no turning back
Oh how jumbled are my stars! my empty soul is lost
for my moments in the star-shine come at a ghastly cost
Leaves falling all around.
ReplyDeleteMany colors to be found.
People Laghing.
People Playing.
Jumping in leaves and celebrating.
The sky is cloudy, but still nice.
There appears the first signs of ice.
Critters preparing for the harsh cool weather.
Making their little homes so much better.
Geese fly while making shapes.
Looking for a great escape.
Crops are harvested and cows brought in.
Families recall where they have been.
The frost is coming.
The trees are bare.
Hunters begin growing more facial hair.
The wind is brisk.
The games are played.
The shorts are put away for a trade.
We keep warm inside through it all.
This is the coming of the Fall.
Spring
ReplyDeleteIt’s the time of the new
And the time of the fresh
The in-between of winter and summer
The melting of the snow
And watching waters flow
The leaves on the trees
Beginning to come out
The flowers on the ground
Starting to bloom
Spring time will end
Then the heat of the summer
And the falling of leaves
Then the cold of the winter
And soon enough
Spring will come again
Summer!!!
ReplyDeleteThere you go Mrs. Myers. I think you should publish that poem. It is the best you'll ever read.
Fall, summer, winter, spring
ReplyDeleteall are creative in many different ways
Spring so soft, the light breeze blows,
sun out, so warm it melts the snows,
Soon after that the sun gets hotter,
the days are busy, relaxing and joyful,
The the difference is the smells of just mowed grass, and bonfires blazing, lit from a match.
Late into September the temperature and the weather, are much different than that of summer,
the fall has arrived, the trees shine of bright warm color,
Slowly but surely the cold wind blows in, sprinkling sparkly dust particles appear on the ground, waiting for children to come play around.
SEASONS!!!
jenni gust
I like all seasons! but since it's fall I will just write bout it.
ReplyDeleteThe sky is on fire and smoke rises
the leaves browning in the afternoon
clinging to the trees
trembling and wailing among the wind
and the earth takes a last breath
before it is swallowed by the silence of winter
I wrote this poem at the end on last year.
ReplyDeleteThe morning yawn sends warmth across my skin
so I open my window to let the earth in.
A final water droplet releases itself from the rooftop
And at that moment, all wintry chill is put to a stop.
The cool, clear water falls from my fingertips
And greets my toes with a tiny cold kiss.
I unwrap my body from the comforts of the night
And wander off into the seasonal secret colored in light.
I open my arms and am twirled to the above
Until I reach pastel meadows of infant daisies and flocks of doves.
Misty winds lift me up and whisper stories through my hair,
Twirling me round among the warm, crisp air.
Wandering petals of lilies linger softly before my eyes,
Blowing grasses sway with a low rolling sigh.
Overlooking the stream, a white wedding of blooms blossom upon a single tree.
Sweet flowers dance in the heartbeat of the noon
And through the clouds peak the first rays of the day,
Overtaking the shadows of the past moon.
Silhouettes soar above,
Through all space and through a united sky,
I watch them soar and let out a familiar free cry.
A vibrant sunset says goodbye,
Setting only in the sky
But never in my mind.
As the air cools,
The fog thickens and the wind subdues,
The lightly colored tones turn into deepened hues.
I relax my senses and flow back upon the grassy bed that is pulling me in and resting my head.
Over the hills,
Beyond the stream,
Under the stars and in the trees
Rings life's song and I lay there and listen to it sing.
As I close my eyes,
I inhale a subtle hint of spring.
Everything is bleak and grim.
ReplyDeleteWoods are blanketed in snow,
Springs and brooks are frozen.
All the animals have gone away,
People crouch around warm fires.
The land is barren, cold, empty,
Nothing is growing or breathing.
The world here is dead.
Hope is suddenly restored.
Back to life the woods roar,
Chuckling springs and brooks.
Singing birds have returned to us,
Blooming flowers smell delightful.
Gentle breezes are comforting,
Everything has turned around.
The world is alive once again.
Driving, playing, swimming, laughing;
ReplyDeletethese are the best moments that I'll be having.
Bonfires, s'mores, cookouts, camping;
Who cares about the flies when you're smiling?
Soaking up the sun's rays
...I could do this for DAYS.
Sitting, sipping, slurping, relaxing;
Someday I might need to go "Botox"-ing.
Summer days, I'm having a blast.
Winter days always come too fast.
D:
The trees are bare, the temperature is cool with nobody to be seen outside of school. The roads are covered with feet of snow and the wind howls with a lonely moan. The basketballs bounce from place to place in the gym as people take there place. The fans arrive with hope in there eyes. The days are short, the nights are long. Everyone has hope the next day brings more to come.
ReplyDeleteTom
Misty mornings with the sun beating down,
ReplyDeletethe fresh smell of dewy grass filling my nose.
Melting snow creating puddles to splash in,
and visions of vivid green all around.
The end of cold winter,
leading to warm spring.
Snow lightly falling
ReplyDeleteChildren softly singing
the joy of the mornings
The church bells ringing
the smiles on christmas morning
the wet snow as it hits your face
The dream of a white christmas