Poems

Once I met lonely flower
which seemed to be crying
not having any of his friends
safe and smiling
he stood there alone
as if sharing his feelings with the grass
and having a fine meeting
with the flapping butterflies around the flowers
He sometimes seemed to become aggressive
but lost all his bad temper
while talking with a tree’s leaf
I don’t know why but I felt something
for that poor life
not having any of his friends
safe and smiling…

A Best Mate can care
And is truly fair
The simplest thing they can do, is to be nice to you.
To show appreciation, do the same thing back.
If you disagree, you must get back on track.
If you hurt their feelings never do that again
and always be nice and always be their friend.

Bears on wheels
On morning deals
Buying hats for summer seals
Throwing fresh banana peels.

A crown doesn’t make you a king
A tiara doesn’t make you a princess
A pen doesn’t make you a writer
A sketchbook doesn’t make you an artist
A sword doesn’t make you a soldier
The only thing that makes you all these things
Is you

When I was very young
I noticed the window; never thought twice about it
For mist shrouded the pane; too blurry to see through
Fascinated by other wonders of the world
Never did I give it a second glance

I grew up a bit
And my curiosity was at its peak
I cleared the mist; I saw
A sight that puzzled me
It seemed to shine with independency
And a dark cloud of tension and worry was there
And so was the glimmer of hope

As I matured
I longed to open the window permanently
And the day came when I did
And I wished that I could be small again
Never giving a second glance to the
Closed window

The silhouette of a person
Dark and cast to the ground
When light is there
It reveals itself, dark and proud
When darkness consumes all
It ceases to exist
But even if you are alone
Remember, you will always have yourself
You just need to drive away the darkness
To see it

Wise Stone
Perhaps I may be insignificant and small
But I have seen what you cannot imagine
I have been one with the mountain;
Once, I stood proud and tall
Now, I am humbled; merely a pebble by the stream

Where there once was a forest, lush and green
With spots of golden fields, covered in buttercups
Clear lakes of water, where animals drank
Now resides a city, devoid of wildlife
And while I admire the capabilities of humans
I scorn at their ignorance and selfishness

I observe the progress these creatures make
And I know; however far they might get
In the end, they will destroy themselves
For even with the luxuries of god
They cannot make peace with themselves

It is a male lion eating a blood red bull
It is a cobra, venomous and quick
It is a crocodile in the dirty water

The calming look of the lava lamp
sends me off to sleep,
As the wax melts
it bobs up and down to a beat,
floating like clouds in the sky,
like soothing music.
I feel like I fly.

It is a giant on a planet
It is a giant with blue eyes,
and blond hair.