Robin Williams

I think this poem speaks for itself. 

Robin Williams

Robin Williams died 

From apparent suicide

The grief in my heart 

Cannot be denied

I wish I could do something 

To express my love for him

But all I have is a notebook

And a ball point pen

I didn't think I'd feel things

When celebrities passed away

But he's been gone since Monday

And I've been sad all three days

I pray for his family

And I pray for his friends

Their pain continues 

Long past when my ends

We'll miss you, Mr. Williams

You were loved by one and all

You were one of my favorites

And your rank will never fall.

Birthdays

I love, love, love birthdays, so I wrote a poem about it. Ta-da! 

Birthdays

Birthdays are exciting

They're a very special time

A specific day to celebrate

Be you sixty-two or nine

I like to make a big deal

Of other people's days

Because when people make a big deal

Of mine, my day is made

We set this day aside 

To help them know they're loved

It's only once a year

So why not make a fuss? 

Next time it's someone's birthday

Do all you can

To make them feel way special

Go all out with your plans! 

It's obviously not my best poem, but I liked it enough to share. :) Love you all! 

Life of the Theatre

In one of my classes this year we had to write a free verse poem about something we love. I picked acting and this poem is one I wrote for the class. I know this is the first poem I have posted that doesn't rhyme, but, oh, well. :)

Life of the Theatre

The actors walk on stage

The audience stares

Quiet fills the room

Those acting inhale

The audience waits

The house is held in suspense

Actors bring the script to life

The audience laughs and cries

The room is filled with emotions

At the end, joy overcomes the actors

The audience walks forward to shake hands

And the theatre is quiet again 

Peter Pan

I love to act and a few years ago, I got cast as Peter Pan in our co-op's play. In one of my classes this year we had to write a sonnet about something we love. I picked acting and this poem is one I wrote for the class.

Peter Pan

I enter on the stage

I act as Peter Pan

Speak the script, page by page

Get it right, for all the fans

I crow out loud

Kid’s eyes shine

Pan is proud

His face is mine

I do my best

To play the part

Kids do the rest

Their imaginations start

     Then it’s done

     This ends the fun

Target

I love, love, love Target and this is a poem expressing my love for that store. Enjoy.

Target
Cute shoes, discounts
Love this shirt
Buy this or that?
My wallet hurts

Oh, look at that
This is fun
Friends would love this
Buy one for everyone

I hate this store
I love this store
Where's my money?
I wish I had more

Walk in Target
You'll never leave
Doubtful? Go to the store
Then you'll believe

Your money will be gone
In the blink of an eye
You'll want that, that, and that
You'll want to buy, buy, buy, buy

Why do we love
This store again?
Oh, yeah. Cute stuff
Let's jump right in.

It's Not What I Feel

   This one is a little blunt. Sometimes I start feeling all depressed and thinking how hard my life is, then God reminds me that all that is wrong is that I am wallowing in self-pity. This is my thought process in rhymes.

It's Not What I Feel
Feeling down
What can it be?
Depression?
No, not me

Broken heart?
Not a chance
But, what is wrong?
Why can't I dance?

Racking my brains
For why I'm sad
Then I'm angry
This is bad

It just hit me
The truth is gritty
It's a simple party
Of self-pity.

Fear of Falling

I have a fear of heights (which should be better known as fear of falling) and this is what I feel and think when that sets in...

Fear of Falling
Edge of the building
Twelve stories tall
Peer down at the ground
What a great fall

Don't lean on the rails
A screw might slip, as would you
My stomach churns
And I think I might puke

If I fall of the edge
Then my neck could break
My bones could shatter
And my brain could could get a shake

All this could happen
And my head might crack
So, if that's the edge,
I think I'll stay back.