A summer birth,
what joy it brings,
the fourth child,
third daughter.
Green eyes
like her parents,
setting her from her siblings,
all with bleu.
Hair the color of chocolate,
her favorite type of candy
savoring the way it melts
on the tongue.
Born the short one,
the only of the clan
to live forever
'neath 6 feet.
One room schoolhouse,
five miles from home
she grew, and flew,
into the open world.
Tragedy struck
at age nine,
when mommy dearest left,
to live in this world no more.
Soon she came,
and changed it all.
Starting rules,curfews, more
and yelling ensued.
Her father was a strong man
tall, and proud, and true.
Carpenter trained,
yet only a mere farmer.
Soon came town school,
her class of three, multiplied,
nine times or more,
and life forever changed.
Once locked in a closet,
crying, suffocating, lost.
Thoughts of death joined prayers for life
as one held that door closed.
High school nightmare,
oral interp, Chorus, FFA and more.
Her favorite always to sing,
and sing she did.
Friends that come,
also go, and go they must.
Moving to Minnesota,
or lost due to miscommunication.
Yet FFA, so much pride she took
in that organization.
Junior year, the secretary,
senior yet unknown.
Twittering away,
her dreams, and schemes,
her life mapped out,
unbeknownst to her.
For her path is not yet set,
But writing always shall
remain close to her heart,
forever her soul put to paper.
Author notes
this poem is sort of the story of my life. IT does not tell all of it, and its pretty shoddy at best. I don't like it, which is normal for me. Here is my life, put to paper, in the form of free verse poetry. bon apetit, dear crows, pick not mine eyes from mine head.
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To be honest with you, I didn't really like the way you wrote this poem. It didn't really catch my attention as the title did.
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thank you for the honesty. I personally hate all of my poetry. Many think I'm being modest or humble, but sincerely, I think I suck. This poem was hard for me to write, and I definitely don't like how it turned out.
again, thanks for the honesty.
~VoT
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good, Noy much else I can think of to say, except that it seems our lives are kinda similar. My Mother is still alive, but she is cold towards me for my living choice. I moved alot and lost alot of friends. My senior year is also yet unbeknownst to me and I wonder what it shall bring.
You should read my poem 'The Path' or 'Afraid' they about how we all know our past and present but our future is unknown, but we have decisions to make and decide how society influences us.
I liked the free verse. It went together pretty well in my opinion. Keep the good work up.
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Thank you for the compliment. my mom was awesome, but my stepmother, well, I love her to death, but she hates me. She's pretty evil at times. but, again, thanks for the compliment, and I will definitely be reading yours. It may not be right away, and I am extremely busy, as I'm applying for my state degree, I sadly got demoted to treasurer(I deserved prez.) and I'm working on my SAE(supervised Agricultural Experience/internship) and trying to become state ambassador. Its going to be hectic this year. Oh yeah, and the ACT's!!!
thanks for the compliment!
~VoT
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