This is a poem I wrote a while ago... Take what you will from it.
Emerging though the jungle;
a mighty barrier barred way.
Look left
Look right
a door is found.
Pushing, pushing, pushing
and with an immense thud
opened.
Emerging from the cold stone
blinding palates of color
illuminating bleakness.
A rockey path lead through
the towering trees that
dance in the soothing gust.
Walking, walking, walking
a sound in the distance
disrupting the quiet trees.
Emerging into a clearing
an amazing sight
cascading over the edge
into existance.
Water.
Closer, closer, closer
drawing,
perfect aquamarine,
lined with
emeralds, violets, and lemons.
At the base of the ever falling cascade
curtains of cloud.
Birds black figures
against a blazing fire of light,
perfect circle,
holds up the world
suspended in unbroken blue.
This is a stupendous paradise.
-Kat
These are a few more fun poems I had written, around the same time
certain lines though out my poems have some meaning to me. The objects themselves do not
Across the green lawn
a little bird hops on by
with a brunette top coat
and a fire underbelly.
He is recognizable immediately.
He has a plump body, and a long slender beak
and two little orbs of black,
all positioned on two slender sticks
I walk outside onto the front porch,
and observe his actions.
He pauses attentive to my actions
and I to his. He goes back to his hunting.
I move slightly, he spreads his wings and
with a powerful beat, he has lift off
He is now mine.
-Kat
Abandoned in the
middle of Nowhere,
a Cup,
aged and chipped,
dust covered.
Looked as if
fire had caressed
the finish,
it was coal black ,
fragile.
Cant take my eyes off of it
Impatient hands pick It up
It shatters...
-Kat
