Kidz Poetry: 06/12/19

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

The land of Nelm

In a dark room

Where just a sliver of light shines

I close my eyes

And go to the land of Nelm

In the land of Nelm

Where all kids play

I sit for hours, just to watch

The green grass grow

Without a patch of brown that stays

In the land of Nelm

Where all kids play

And flowers nod to say good day

The sun looks down

And smiles at me

In the land of Nelm

Where all are free

Soft melodies play

In distant waves

In the land of Nelm

Where all are free

I’m woken from my wonderful dream

By some distant yelling, down the way

I thought that I was distraught

But I was told that dinner was still hot

The Light Side

As each day goes by

And I do my daily stroll through

The pavement and trees in the park each day

Always seems to melt away

With my consciousness

And a swirl of all the objects around me

The outside world slowly drips out of my fingers

Until I have reached the light side

I see the gradient lonely road

It leads up to a neighborhood of houses

Each resident greets with a smile

Even if they’ve only been here awhile

In the light side

The children laugh and play

The whiteness that surrounds them

Sometimes seems so gray

The pleasure that places bring

Can seem like every early spring

But every good of every place

Always has its glaze of debase

Ride The Wind

In the high mountains

Where heat is your only companion

A man stands at the mountain's edge

Looking into the distance, he jumps off

As nature is always kind

And tries best to serve humans

The wind was sent, from that great place

Where it is all controlled

The man was picked up

His legs between the floating wind drifts

He was carried all the way home

He thanked the wind

The door was opened

By the man's only son

Who welcomed his dad with a hug

And both went inside with one last stare at the wind

The four travelers

As the white sand stands

And the blue waves rush

There sits four travelers

Amongst the land, where all is hushed

In the land of pink haven

Where falcons soar

And legend says

That a sea serpent roars

The four travelers

As they look at the sky

That is the most beautiful pink

That meets the eye

Hold hands as if to die

White clouds that roam around

Are now nowhere to be found

The travelers have left

The colored land, as well as all the sand

As the travelers look back

At where they were

They might come back

But not for sure

By the way

Out by the way

On a cold snowy day

The kids came to play

With the Sky’s dark array

Running and jumping

Over the snow covered hills

They soon got the chills

And were all not so thrilled

So with a sleigh in their arms

And snow on their backs

They made some more tracks

Down at the river

The trees even shivered

From a breeze so cold

The kids thought they would freeze.

So with a skip and a jump

And one or two thumps

They all felt at ease

In the homes sweet heat

Mount nevermore

As the boulders fall

And the citizens move

To avoid the ever crumbling floor

Of mount nevermore

There’s a hut

Atop the mountain

Which belongs to a young boy

Who’s on the run

From the past

He tries to escape

His memories and fears

His hut, which stands

Brings tears, the joy it brings

Makes the boy want to sing

He is faced with a problem

Since he cannot talk

He sits atop the ever-crumbling floor

Of Mount Nevermore

The mountain so high

And so strong

Can lift an infinite amount of weight

But crumbles at the sorrow of others

That is one thing this mountain can’t lift

The boy with many problems

Which crumbles the mountain floor

Of the much-loved mount nevermore

Leaves his hut, which slowly fades

He looks for another mountain

In hopes of only a friend

Ode to the sun

As the bright sky rises

And the dark sky falls

A ball of light joins

He looks around

With his eyes fixed upon

The hurried people

That just move on

With their minds
So fumbled

On some business that seems
Like mumbo jumbo

The sun always smiling

Wish he could say

That for every good person

There comes a good day

The Gift of Darkness

It comes in blind

And seems to stay

The dimness it brings

Turns to gray

Then gray to black

Or so it seems

The dark is empty

Just like dreams

The dark it gazes

Over all

It stays in seasons

Even Fall

The dark seems evil

At first sight

But we forget that even darkness

Brings forth light

Looking now

Through the dark space

Brings me happiness

For better days

The Burning Tree

There was a tree

In the old town

It bloomed in the spring

Before it burned down

There were few who knew

What caused it to fume

The tree of Old Town

Started life small

But as it grew older

It became tall

The tree would shake

From the wind

Whose strength made the tree

Feel like it was skinned

The tree was made weaker

So life looked bleaker

Yet all its fellow trees

Seemed to avoid its needs

The tree grew sad

For no friends it had

So when life got bad

It became nothing but mad

It was hollow inside

Because of the feelings to hide

There was no guide

To help it to speak its mind

So the anger just grew

Till it started to fume

The fire just spread

Like butter on bread

Till the tree

Was nothing but dead

It seems to me

That not all is free

As I think of this tree

That now is debris

Ode to the Earth

I see the air

And feel the breeze

It gives a whistle

As it hits the trees

The wind is felt

by birds and bees

It even helps boats

To sail the seas

I feel the water

Pure and strong

It flows in rivers

On and on

Its beauty lies

through all the earth

And gives sea creatures

life and birth

I smell the fire

As it burns

The flame it quickens

And it turns

It can give people

Quite a fright

Or it can

Give warmth and light

I feel the dirt

beneath my feet

And taste the fruit
From fresh trees

Earth it seems

To be a gift

One in which

Time is swift

So let us live

In love and peace

And always give

Without cease

The glowing ball

Far away into the dark sky,

Where all stars twinkle,

And asteroids go on their endless walks,

There lives a glowing ball,

The glowing ball

With no twin for company

Watches the lunar activity around it

With the occasional twist

To some of the viewers

From the earth

Their ball seems like, just another circle

In their plain life

The big glowing ball

Looks down to earth

With its crater eyes

And sees something greater

He sees that in every individual

There lies a glow

That can become brighter

Than all the lights in the sky

Alone By The Lake

As I walk through the leaf covered path

Where pine’s of old

And pine’s of new

Surround my one-way trail

I come to a lake so blue

That it could not become discolored

The lake with small waves, from the wind

Cease to move the astonishing view

I touch the water

Ripples form just to disappear

Like hopes and dreams

That can be brought back

As I wake from my mesmerization

That held me in place, by the lake

I stand up from that spot

And walk back to the cabin

The trees seem to shake

As if to tell me something

Nature as I say

Always has its way