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LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
my great grammy mima
was the best person
alive
if you couldn't do something
she told you to
try and try and try

my great grammy mima
was the most heartwarming person
alive
if you were sad
she made you very
glad

my great grammy mima
was the most talented person
alive
she could play the flute, harp, and sing like an angel
she got featured on the music channel

my great grammy mima isn't now
alive
but she'll stay in my heart
and i'll try hard not to cry
Kind of sad . . .
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
We had plans to travel the world and be together
We had many plans, but never got to do them
We were very close, never were jealous
We had fights sometimes, I used to win, but now I regret it
We never got to do, what we had in mind
When he passed away, that all went away
We were supposed to be together, live together, have fun together
But now, that's out of the window
It's all forgotten, now that you're in your grave
Your quiet grave with no adventure.
Sorry if it's bad :)
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
Valentines being passed around
Love is in the air
Though it's only cards and candies
It love, we don't care.
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
We are best friends.
we play on the swings
and talk about boys
we play tag
and roll our eyes at toys
we go to the water park on summer saturdays
and to the zoo on autumn sundays
We are best friends
we share secrets
that we know we'll never tell
secrets that we'll take to our grave
We are best friends
we race to the ice cream truck
and play games on our mom's phones
beep-boop-bop
you lose!
We are best friends
we will always be
we will love eachother
and love eachother
even when i'm dead
i will remember you
and you will remember me
We are best friends
I kind of felt no capitalazation fits this poem.
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
Me and my sister talk,
Chatting a few minutes at night.
Me and my sister play,
Sledding in the winter,
And frolicing in the field during summer.

Me and my sister argue,
Over the smallest things.
I call her a sour, bitter, lemon,
She calls me ignorant.

Me and my sister laugh so hard,
We can’t breathe.

I wish we were telepaths sometimes,
So we could read eachothers’ minds.
But sometimes I wish we didn’t,
Cause some thoughts should be kept private.
The version I submitted for class
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
Oh how I hate when writing becomes an assignment
When I think I have to do a poem, and a chapter a day
But writing isn't an assignment
You write and don't write as you please
There's nobody to force you except yourself
This is true. I feel really bad when my last poem was 12 days ago. Literally
LovelyLittlePoet Dec 2016
The empty house
Someone had been there a while before
From the washcloths draped over the sink
From the glass of milk
Halfway done

I imagined a young boy
Drinking a cup of milk in the morning
While having a buttered bread
I imagined he whined for orange juice

The tablecloth was still on the table
A ***, two plates and 4 cups in the sink
And the detergent open

I imagined Mother finishing up the dishes
Doing what a normal wife would do
But out of the sudden they left
Leaving the world to wonder what happened
Leaving the world to ponder

What the fate of this family
What is good or bad
Urgent or casual
What caused the abcense
The vanish
What caused this empty house
Transparent without it's people
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