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Ella Stefan Feb 2021
7 moons in the sky,
Stars surround them way up high

Supernovas filled the air,
emerging like a solar flare.

6 moons all aglow
Shimmering like the winters snow

Meteors crash but have no sound,
Stardust floats like a fluffy cloud.

5 moons look as thin as glass,
As you watch from the freshly cut grass.

Craters deep like cheddar cheese.
But with no light, the moon will freeze.

5 moons still and quite.
Like Saturn’s rings spin in a riot.

Blast them to bits,
As they turn to moon mist.

4 moons left in space,
Each of them crushed as if by a mace.

Shake and crumble,
The moons all rumble.

3 moons in a row,
They look so soft as they swift and flow.

Nothing’s better, as they float like a feather.

2 moons as grey as ashes.
Side by side they look like glasses.

Two lenses with stars as a frame,
Jupiter’s storm, crashed and sang.

1 lonely moon left in the sky.
Looking around the rest went goodbye.
✨🌘🌗🌖🌕🌔🌓🌒✨
🌙
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
A amazing, You’re like a shining star
P pretty, you’re as pretty as the sun
R remind, you remind me of a comet
I imagination as vast as Andromeda
C creative, like as the solar flare
I inspire me to count the stares
T talent, like Jupiter’s mortal storm
Y youthful, just like a brand new sun

   Apricity: the warmth of the sun
☀️
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
A smile
from you
can brighten
any day.
And whenever
I’m down
it makes me
feel okay.

There is no better
moment
To see you happy
and show it.
And your
smile is so contagious
it spreads
as though
Ageless
Ella Stefan Jan 2021
There was a pond, that lay in the forest, with mermaids and goblins the poor and the fairest.

All the faeries, the gnomes and the loons, all wished apon this water. The magical blue lagoon.

It glistened and shimmered along with the mermaids, which all sang their songs, with their hair, up in braids.

The little carved bridge that crossed the water, made by the finest, woodcutters daughter.

As the sun will light our way, so will the moon off the blue lagoon.
The forest is hidden, before never land, and crosses a river lined with dabloons.

Beyond the garden, hung three moons, as though tied to a string, like a children’s cartoon.

Lay at night, with the sleeping gnomes, in tiny little mushroom homes.

Bunny’s in burrows eating their carrots,
Ogres and goblins, riding in chariots

They say that all the golden trolls,
Guard the forest from evil and moles.

Into the blue lagoon they say,
Faeries and leprechauns, light my way.
🍄🍄🍄
🌷🌷
🍀
Ella Stefan Jan 2021
Elastic band in the drawer,
Stretched and pulled,
Left on the floor.

Her colour was a midnight black,
She wished her rubber ring, to never rip or snap.

No one used her, they all ignored her.
She was dull, and gathered up fur.

This small lonely elastic band, wished to end your hair, with a helping hand.

She would be the perfect product,
To make her feel like a moon or stardust.

Elastic band in the drawer,
Stretched and pulled,
The one nobody wore.
🖤🖤🖤
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
Falling, from the sky, from the clouds and the moon.
Calling, like a goat, like a squirrel like a loon.

The clouds surround the sea. The sky’s floating above me.

Gravity’s pushing me down.
Because what I’ve done, made me feel like a clown.

Watching, like a hawk, like a cat, like a bee.
Sinking, in the air, in the sky, to the sea.

I accept my own personal fate, I’ll probably land on a tall metal gate.

I don’t have time to be afraid, as I’ve already gotten delayed.

Falling, falling, falling.

The birds are still calling.
My head is deathly throbbing.

I wish to be free, like a dancing bumble bee.
I want to be a cactus, scaring away my enemy’s.

Alas all I can do, is just keep falling. Until I hit the ground.
I hope nobody’s around.
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
I hope this helps to know, I’m never going to be okay.
The words the severed in my head, slowly tore my heart away.

The only thing I ever heard,
Was how I am supposed to smile.
I can’t shake off the feeling,
That I will always look like a ***** pile.

Every day I wore a mask, and hoped that no one would ever ask.
I can never shake the feeling
That what I’ve done isn’t left in the past

What can I do to make it better?
I’m lost please help me be more clever

I hope this helps to know, I feel dragged into the darkest caves.
Bats surround me no one likes me so that’s why I’m left unbehaved

No one understands my crave,
For happiness healing and my heart to be paved.

I am just a shadow.
But all it is my head is hollow
Wilted like a flower my body has been ****** from power.
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
I am Mother Nature. They say am the most powerful of all, but I feel alone like the winds and birds, can no longer hear my call.

Whenever I cry the storm clouds follow and drown the cities and earth and trees.
Whenever I sleep my head is hollow, and blackness is sweeter then blue, black and bees.

People could swim in the tears I release, no one could notice my aching for peace.

If they should which no one would care, I’d hope that they’d help caress me with care

I’ve broken so much of the Great Barrier Reef, because of my anger my hatred and grief.

I am Mother Nature the most broken spirit of all, my mind are the canyons which people could fall.

My emotions are the mountains, they go up and they go down.
Yet people still walk them, makes me feel like a clown.

I relate to the deserts all flat and rocky, lonely and dry, bury me here so I can make a new oasis and cry, cry, cry.
💔
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
Puddles after rain.
Or maybe I’m insane.

Storm clouds lightning cracks.
Sounds like breaking backs.

Flooding in the city.
No longer is there apricity.

Thunder drums in the sky.
The sound makes children cry.

Earthquakes crumble the planet.
Turn it to a broken cup, that’s made of granite.

Something’s wrong, the sky is clear.
Maybe it’s me, as I’m painted with fear.
Ella Stefan Feb 2021
Little doll made of sticks,
his body felt as heavy as bricks.

Even as he lived in the forest,
he always came by a young little florist.

Nobody believed his words, not even all of the blue jay birds.

For the people around him his nose grew,
Even though to him, all he was feeling was blue.
Ella Stefan Jan 2021
Tell me about the wonderful things, about the forest and figs.

Tell me about the ocean and sky, that seem to make the people cry.

Tell me about the sand, how it could cover an entire land.

Tell me about the mountains and snow, where it seems that nothing grows.

Tell me about the palm trees, that follows with a tropical breeze.

If you tell me all you know, I’ll be sure to give you a magnificent show.

If you tell me all you know, I will be as free, as the black and grey crows.

If you tell me all you know, Then I can see the winter snow.

If you tell me all you know, then I will feel the grass you can mow!

If you tell me all you know, I will run without the shadows!

I want to hear the whales song, and maybe even dance along.

I want to see the coconuts, that grow as brown as hazelnuts!.

I want to see the mountains, and watch the snow fall like a fountain.

I want to feel the sand, all warm and silver in my hands.

I want to see the trees, all big and bushy that sway with the breeze.

So tell me all you know, so I will be a happy soul.
Tell me what you think of this poem!

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