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My eyes are closed,

I’m sitting-

laying-

On a hard something

Beep.

Beep.

I dare a peek

Blinding! Bright! Lights!

I gain focus,

Six of my friends-

some acquaintances, really-

Gaggled around me.

Sobs,

Heaving,

choking,

drowning,

Sobs fill the air around me.

I can’t breathe-

I’m going to die-

can’t-

I’m crying

-suddenly.

My most well-known friend in the group-

Bailey-

wraps her arms around me.

I hug her back.

Look down,

Tubes,

Fluids,

Beep. Beep.

In the back of my mind,

I know-

Beep. Beep.

Something’s wrong-

Beep. Beep.

But I can’t-

Beep.

Figure-

Beep.

“It’ll be okay”

Click.

And everything’s dark,

Quiet,

again.

This is based on a nightmare I keep having. I’ve had it twice already. It feels like the worst nightmare I’ve ever had. I hope it doesn’t mean anything.

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My shoes, my shoes,

My colorful shoes,

Covered in greens

And reds and blues.

They’re a little big

So I can wiggle my toes,

The stripes match almost

All of my clothes.

I can go biking,

Walking and hiking,

I can play basketball,

Run down the hall,

That’s why I like these shoes

Most of all.

Happy poetry month! This is a poem I wrote for my Language Arts class about shoes. We’ve been writing poems all month and it is just delightful!

We have our annual Dream Flags celebration coming up soon, where the whole school gets together to write and speak aloud poetry. It’s been one of my favorite things to do ever since 6th grade when I first learned about it once I started middle school. Too bad, though, this year neither the chorus or the band is performing in it, as the school has decided to focus entirely on poetry, and I can’t blame them for that. I wonder how it’s all going to play out this year. Also, I’ve heard rumours that if it’s too hot, we’re going to do it inside the gym. But, I don’t really think that’s a good idea, because then we won’t be able to see the poems hanging outside in the breeze, like they’re meant to be.


Uniformed unicorn with his corn on the cob and his cushy job as a fleeing fireman in the face of a fire.

A Limerick

Or an Illiteration.

I woke up today and before I even opened my eyes, I thought of this. What kind of dreams have I been having?


Thinking, eating,

living, and breathing,

sometimes I wish

I could just stay dreaming.

Sitting, laying,

in my bed,

swirling thoughts

in my head.


The cat cries at the back screen door

He thinks, What are you playing this sick game for?

I’ve just put the flea stuff all over his skin

Now he wants to go out instead of staying in

He rubs up against my leg,

His big, almond eyes are starting to beg

Oh, please, Oh, please, Won’t you let me out?

I can almost see his lips forming a pout

He meow meow meows in a pleading way

When all he wants to do is run about and play

Then he sits down to come up with an excuse

Probably thinking, This is animal abuse!

Just when I think he’s calmed down a bit

Soon he’s off on another fit

I can barely concentrate with him staring at me

All I can think is What a poor kitty

At last I hear a Ding! and the treatment is done

Now my flealess kitty can finally have some fun


Rain is pouring

It makes the day

Boring

Stay in the house?

Not even the mouse

Wants to do that

Not during the Summer

When the sun is brighter

And it’s out longer

Except when it rains


What I hate about this year’s Dream Flag poems is that my teacher, Mrs. Lee told us that our poems had to be 15 lines long! To me, I think that is very long. But, that might be because I usually just write haikus. You know, they’re only 3 lines long. I did a haiku for last year’s poem in Mrs. Bauer’s class and it got the message across perfectly. Much better than any long, drony, poem that I could have written. I wanted to share my poem for this year with all you people out there, though. Please tell me what you think!

Dreams inspire us

to do things

we never thought we could

A little voice

inside our heads

saying that we should

do

what we’ve always wanted to

be

ourselves, open and free

voice

our opinions loud and strong

get

what we’ve worked for all along

Everything starts with a dream



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