Skaters

robins
scuttle away
from the frozen lake
as skaters
glide on
making figure 8s.
gleaming trails
of shattered ice
trail behind
the swerving
people.

Ice (this won me first in state last year)

Gliding on the lake,
my skates
leaving a trail
of crumbled ice.
Tiny ice crystals
caught in my hair,
nipping at my neck.
The ice blanketed
 in snow,
 glimmering
 in the shadowy sun.
A skirt of leaves
around the lake
with dew shimmering.
Children sitting on the ice,
laughing with christmas spirit.
Trees ambushing the frozen land
with gray and bare branches
sticking out.
A duck sitting in the tiniest pool
of water,
trying to spare its habitat
as much as it can
A robbin with a ruby red chest
skitters by.
People all around
a sea of hats and
pom-poms.
children holding the backs of chairs
to keep there balance.
Smoke creeping over the ice
from the campfire
so carelessly controlled.
mugs of hot cocoa
rest in peoples hands
melting the cold away
camp fire songs
swimming through the air
scattered tents lie around
waiting for the night to come



Inspired by yhe lake I lived by in Holland

hey guys, do you know of any good poetry contests for my age group? (6th grade) if you do please give me the web site

thanks

Christmas concert

The chapel
vibrates
and booms
from the gleaming
gold symbols.
Hand bells
ring in the background
Clapping shutters
through the green
reeves
and through the pews.
The chorus
files on to the
steps
trailing up to the alter.
Folders
swish open
in unison.
Voices rise
and split
into a round
spreading spirit
though
the clustered
spirited audience.
clapping arouses again
as the doors
fly open.
Cool air
streams through
the chapel
sending a chill
down the hallway.

soccer

Grass
stains
my shirt
that represents
my team and who we are
people huddle the ball
trying to kick it
some were
that is not
in the huddle.
Peoples breath
steam
through the air.
My chest hurts
from running
in the cold
at night
without water.
my team yells
for each others names.
Coaches
on the benches
their chins
cupped in their hands
the referee
blows
the whistle
as loud as unnecessary
its time to go.

waiting....

Smells
of cinnamon
lumber down my street.
red, green
and gold
coat the lighted houses
Christmas trees
gleam in the windows
decorated with holly.
Ornaments decorate
 the bushes outside
like scattered, polished
marbles.
bells shake
and ring
in the back of your mind.
hot chocolate
rests in my cold, numb hands.
But spirit still surounds me
my family.
 The moon sets over
glowing houses near by.

ANOTHER RIDDLE AHA

Four men were in a boat on the lake. The boat turns over, and all four men sink to the bottom of the lake, yet not a single man got wet! Why?









ANSWER- post your gueses on my blog and i will tell you guys the answer!

cold

Frosted
leaves shatter
under my gray shoes
keeping me from freezing.
Gentle sounds of birds
cooing
there evening songs
ring in my ears
a wild
Christmas carol
Brittle winter
wind cracks
in my face
making my
squinting eyes
water and water.
The brown and
 gray leaves loosing
their rich color
to the harsh winter.
the soft chitter of squirrels,
collecting their harvest
for the frigged days to come,
click in harmony
with the birds.
The forest around me alive
with wind shutters and creeks
the sun falls over the trees
I think I should go in.

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RIDDLE

What can run but never walks, has a mouth but never talks, has a head but never weeps, has a bed but never sleeps?
















-ANSWER- A RIVER

Winter

I wake up
in the dark
that is so far
away from summer.
I pull my heavy clothes
on over my stuffed up head
that is supposed
to get me
through the day.
Brittle winds
shatters into my face
scraping and chapping
my lips.
the sound of birds
long gone
gives me nothing
to listen to.

Candle

Smells
of pumpkin pie
spice
linger through
the air.
Wax coats
the sides
of the glass
that cradles
the candle.
A
flame
as big
as
the tip of a autumn leave
springs up
in the middle
persevering to
survive.
The burning
wick
shrinks
and shrivels
wearing away.

My perfect place

The wooden
bench under me
creeks
in the breeze.
Moths
cling
to the light
in our windows
cicadas
buzz
and the crickets
chirp
the tune of night.
cold stones
under my feet
send a chill
up my neck
and down my arms.
Fireflies
flicker
on and off
the occasional shuffle
in the brush
widens my eyes
even though all I
can see
is the
stars
and the moon
shining over me
and my family
as if it meant something.
I yawn
and lean back onto
the old
rickety bench
making it creek.
my eyes shut.
I breath in the air
it smells
of moist
dirt
ceder
and the calorado
river.
this is my world
my ranch

fire

Bolts of fire
blast
out of the pit
crackling
red hot ash
flies
away from the fire
the dieing
then drifting off
the wood
screeches
as the fire
gobbles it up
and spits it out.

Grace

My dog
Grcae
has every
personality
exept grace.
She rolls
but ends up
as a squirm
on her back.
Then lying there
wit her tongue
placed perfectly
at the corner
of her mouth.
Her eyes
make you smile
lined up perfectly
with her floppy
brown ears.

Poem about poems

Poems,
a simple thing
we never sit and think
about poems
but about things
romantic
to the mind.
like Hawaii?
Alps?
mountainous ranges?
rolling waves?
Reading a poem
can bring you
to these wonderful places.
In your mind
skiing
down the
black diamond,
sunbathing,
hiking up a cliff.
Now which is it?
A travel guide
or a poem?

A tear
dribbles down
 my red cheek.
From laughter
like a moving sun beam
moving around
my brothers
and i
huddled around
the monopoly board.
The dollars build up
buying property
and selling it
for a cause
just to get me back
my brothers
laugh
a real laugh
only one
heard from the heart.
After a long hard game
I go up
and cry real tears
knowing that
he will be gone
for collage
next year.
and then my other brother the next
then who
will i play with?
laugh with?
fight with?
who is almost my age?

Alone

Everybody is gone
exept
for me
and my thoughts.
I lock the door
with a smirk
creasing my face.
I walk into the kitchen.
The feeling
of cold tile
creeps up my leg.
I look out the small
window
beside
the tempting fridge.
The crisp
wind
pounds on the door
as if a
unseen person
breaking in.
My dog
sits on my cramping feet
slowly colapsing onto her back.
The dryer starts shaking
loke it always does
but this time it sent me
running to the phone
and halfway
dialing my dads
number.
The front door creeps open.
My heart rises.
There home.

Halloween

Strange
characters amble
across the lawn
littered in
candy wrappers.
Trees
weave
through the dark
tripping
the occasional
kid
who dares
go into the forest alone.
clouds coat the
eerie moon
like a mask
over a ghost.

autumn night

Moonlight shadows
squeeze through
the woods.
the wind combs
through the trees
pacifying the forest.
Autumn leaves dance
in the wind
to what seem
to be
a soft nocturne
Stars blanket the sky
as if
silver fish scales.
Skittering
of unseen
animals
weaves through the trees.
Church bells ring midnight
I go in

My favorite pair of shoes(the topic was required)

My favorite pair of slippers
sits in my closet
hidden in littered piles of closes
i wore the days before.
the black inside
worn from going out in the morning
onto the rough concrete
to get the paper
I care so little about


the lyre 2011

ice ( this poem won first in state by me last year!!

Gliding on the lake,
my skates
leaving a trail
of crumbled ice.
Tiny ice crystals
caught in my hair,
nipping at my neck.
The ice blanketed
 in snow,
 glimmering
 in the shadowy sun.
A skirt of leaves
around the lake
with dew shimmering.
Children sitting on the ice,
laughing with christmas spirit.
Trees ambushing the frozen land
with gray and bare branches
sticking out.
A duck sitting in the tiniest pool
of water,
trying to spare its habitat
as much as it can
A robbin with a ruby red chest
skitters by.
People all around
a sea of hats and
pom-poms.
children holding the backs of chairs
to keep there balance.
Smoke creeping over the ice
from the campfire
so carelessly controlled.
mugs of hot cocoa
rest in peoples hands
melting the cold away
camp fire songs
swimming through the air
scattered tents lie around
waiting for the night to come