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