nature, life, and the past

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Where I will post my poems on nature, life and the past. Coming soon! I am so excited!
Maybe I actually am a poet... :?:
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Nature/life poem:

#naturelifepast



the significance of little things is great

white, white water
cascading down the smooth, sanded rock
freezing in the cold air
droplets of water, splattering on smiling faces

but a sad face stands out.
tears running down his face
like a waterfall
he turns and leaves

but then stops
and catches my eye.
i shoot him a smile
but he returns it with a frown

and my face falls
he continues watching

a little fern grows on the tall rock
standing vertically

i can feel eyes
baring into my back
but when i look over
he isn't looking at me

he is looking at the fern
and he sends a small smile
my direction
for it is a survivor
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the definition of barefoot

the pebbles may hurt
and sharp sticks poke
but that doesn't matter
your focusing on

the earthy dirt
the soft moss
growing in patches
off the trail

the blue sky turning gray
and little droplets of water
falling on your upturned face
this

this is the true definition of barefoot.
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cherry petals on bike wheels (theme: strange things are strangely addictive)

spring has come
and you know it
because of
the pink cherry blossoms

they pile up against the curbs
in the street
on heavily weighed down trees
everywhere

once you get started
on riding your bike through them
you can't really stop

it is magical

spinning off your tires
leaving a trail
throughout the neighborhood
like a confetti cannon

strange things are strangely addictive
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Hi Hannah! Your nature title caught my eye so I decided to check this out, and I'm super glad I did!! ^-^ I especially like your second poem because it describes being barefoot so well, even the not-so-great parts like stepping on sharp twigs. And the way you turn it around to focus on the good parts about being barefoot is absolutely wonderful. The stanza about rain is so beautiful too! It made me imagine just standing under the clouds and feeling the rain, and now I feel so much more peaceful and calm. Awesome job with these poems; keep writing!! C:
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Prineville (sunsets do amazing things for you)

juniper trees everywhere
sagebrush dotting the landscape
trees with great bushy tops

all but one
the top was cut off to see the sunset
but it is still living

when you sit on top
you can see all of the mountains
and the bright orange sun behind them

late at night little stars come out
speckling the sky

far away from the city lights, they sparkle and shine
lizards come out
early in the morning
easy to catch

when the generator comes on
all us kids
run to the grandparents trailer
little traditions like this
make a big difference.
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Thanks so much @Spearmint! I am glad they made you happy.
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grief is like a waterfall

when i first heard
that the dog was gone
my heart pounded

my ears thrummed
my body filled with adrenaline
but for what?

what does it matter with out her?
why do I even care about anything anymore?
why does it have to be this way?

stupid road
stupid driver
stupid time

why couldn't the vet fix her?
why did they hardly even try?
they just looked at her and said
nope
she won't live

Why???
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#6: homeless people:

they don't have to deal with just the fact they don't have a home
but being kicked, shoved, hurt, ignored
they are tougher than us

They are considered as eyesores
like the untouchables before buddha

hurting them isn't going to help.

so stop it
give them lunch

you shout

but who listens?

only them.
but that might make their day
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Poem #7: Euphoric Musings

driving past scenic meadows and valleys
over rivers and streams

to my cousins
unsuspecting of my arrival

they aren't home
they are watching the football game

when we arrive there
I can't contain myself much longer

I jump out from behind my grandma
and yell,

it's me! it's hannah!

they run away from their games
and hug me

we didn't know you were coming!

we run around the back field all night
feeling the wet grass between our toes

and eating the stale popcorn from the stands

that

is euphoria
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Poem #8: country things

dealing with the cold
in the winter

the heat in the summer

the rocks in the garden

the never-ending summer drought

young folks riding by on quads
making noise

rocky roads

barren, dry land

the pleasure of the cool night

country things
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Poem #9:happiness

some people say
happiness is rainbows
puppies
and marshmallows

but they are wrong
happiness is:
exploding with joy on the fourth of july
wanting to burst with a song

happiness is feeling the wind in your hair
and riding your bike without training wheels
learning to swim
being with family

and friends.
having someone to trust
and knowing everything will be okay
and that there is someone in the world who understands

that is happiness
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Poem #10: Imagination

You can fly through the sky
And make animals talk

You can be who you are
And always have happy endings

You can cure any disease
Help any person.

This is imagination
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Poem #11: Perseverance

You have to
persevere
to persevere

Perseverance isn't easy
you have to deal with doubt
hard times
rude people

and still push through.

some say that perseverance is
getting help with math
or something
that is good

but perseverance is pushing through hard times
of grief and despair
it is trying
fall after fail
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Poem #12: Hope

Hope can be something like
hoping that you get a puppy

or a unicorn stuffed animal for your birthday

Or it can be

I hope someone understands
I hope that Aunt Jane doesn't die
I hope that this will be over

It can be
I hope my outfit looks okay
That I don't lose my pen

But most importantly:

I hope that hope doesn't go away.

Hope isn't wanting
It is wishing
psalm 147:3- he heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

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