Emily Adele Poetry
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
Be Yourself; Thats All That You Can Be
Don't let them tell you how to live.
Be your own person.
Break away from the chains of society,
And the bore of everyday.
Love the life you have,
And live the life you love.
Live everyday to the fullest.
You don't know when your time on Earth is done,
Until it's to late.
Be your own person.
Break away from the chains of society,
And the bore of everyday.
Love the life you have,
And live the life you love.
Live everyday to the fullest.
You don't know when your time on Earth is done,
Until it's to late.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Old House
That house.
So warm and inviting.
Like a winter coat on a below 20 degree day.
It's dull colour stands out against the vibrant fall trees.
Deep blue pool in the back yard.
Well, deep in the eyes of a three year old.
Splish-splash, splish-splash - sounds of the skimmer doing its' job.
Mud puddles and play houses are my domain.
I am queen among toads and tricycles.
Come in for cookies? Mom asks.
Ok! Be right in !
Wood stove burning, spreading warmth throughout the entire house.
Eating gooey cookies next to the fire.
On the yellow shag carpet strait off "That 70's Show".
I remember.
Crawling, crawling, crawling down the halls, to my room.
Singing Barney.
Pretending I'm a puppy.
Oh the memories in our old house.
Most forgotten long since the move away.
So warm and inviting.
Like a winter coat on a below 20 degree day.
It's dull colour stands out against the vibrant fall trees.
Deep blue pool in the back yard.
Well, deep in the eyes of a three year old.
Splish-splash, splish-splash - sounds of the skimmer doing its' job.
Mud puddles and play houses are my domain.
I am queen among toads and tricycles.
Come in for cookies? Mom asks.
Ok! Be right in !
Wood stove burning, spreading warmth throughout the entire house.
Eating gooey cookies next to the fire.
On the yellow shag carpet strait off "That 70's Show".
I remember.
Crawling, crawling, crawling down the halls, to my room.
Singing Barney.
Pretending I'm a puppy.
Oh the memories in our old house.
Most forgotten long since the move away.
Crab Huntn'
Warm beaches in the middle of the night,
the crashing of waves against the sand.
The occasional hoop or holler of somebody from a nearby beach party.
Flashlight beams shining on the ground,
like a spotlight looking for an escaped convict.
A flash of darkness across one of the beams.
Crab!!
Some one yells.
After it!!
Then there is the pounding of little feet on the sand,
its' grains are snow-white and still warm form the blinding sun,
baking the sand like you would bake a turkey.
Snap!!
I got one!!!
Wait... What do i do now?
Asks a little one.
I'm coming!
I say
the crashing of waves against the sand.
The occasional hoop or holler of somebody from a nearby beach party.
Flashlight beams shining on the ground,
like a spotlight looking for an escaped convict.
A flash of darkness across one of the beams.
Crab!!
Some one yells.
After it!!
Then there is the pounding of little feet on the sand,
its' grains are snow-white and still warm form the blinding sun,
baking the sand like you would bake a turkey.
Snap!!
I got one!!!
Wait... What do i do now?
Asks a little one.
I'm coming!
I say
Poem
Remember you are not alone;
There is a wide world around you.
Explore it from edge to edge.
Never give up your dreams.
Alwyas be kind to those around you;
They may help you in the future.
If it bugs you, let it go;
Bury it beneath the sand.
Let your worries wash out with the tide,
Emptying you of your fears;
Letting go of all the memories that haunt;
Past,
Present,
And future.
There is a wide world around you.
Explore it from edge to edge.
Never give up your dreams.
Alwyas be kind to those around you;
They may help you in the future.
If it bugs you, let it go;
Bury it beneath the sand.
Let your worries wash out with the tide,
Emptying you of your fears;
Letting go of all the memories that haunt;
Past,
Present,
And future.
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