Original Poems III

Mundane
Pen

I stare at you
as you sit there
in my hand,
unmoving.
I wish you would move,
wish you would write.
I am at a loss for words.
You're supposed to help me out,
you're supposed to know what to say
when I can't find words.
I'm waiting for you to fly across the page
with an amazing story left for me.
I'm waiting for you to come up with something
creative and original.
I wait and wait but you do not move.
Not until I tell you to.

Concrete
Apple

I

take a bite. The juice dribbles onto

my tongue, rolling over my taste buds

while they tingle and explode from the

flavor. It’s the perfect combination of

crunchy from the skin and soft from

the inside. The sweetness delights

me. I savor every bite I take, not

eating too fast otherwise it will

be gone too soon. The color

is a perfect red, like a

christmas red.

Springboard Poem

Explore

I want to explore the world.

I wish I could go wherever, whenever.

I need to experience life outside of my home.

I hope to see Europe, South America and Australia.

I feel trapped in a tiny town, when theres so much more to see.

I yearn to find exotic places, people and animals.

I crave adventure.

I imagine myself on a beach in Greece,or a castle in England or a temple in Egypt.

I long to meet new people and see new faces.

I will visit all these places one day.

I am going to adventure and explore no matter what.

I can't wait to see where life takes me.