"anishchenko" poems
The Secrets Lying By the Seashore
by: Isabella Anishchenko
As the crisp
morning
breeze
arrives, the graceful oceans
gleam.
The burnt wood by the seashore,
The amethyst
unknown
in the caves,
Tells us about a story that shows us a
secret from centuries ago.
The
hushed
ocean reveals secrets in those who
see it.
The development of the sea creatures being developed.
The
clusters of ripened fruit from a mysterious tree.
The mild beauty beguiled
by the secrets hidden in the seashore.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
What are our memories through the past ?
Cutting your own hair or helping friends though fear,
Maybe its fight or stick battles with neighbors,
Slipping and falling just for fun and ding-dong ditching at 10 p.m.
going to feed the ducks and rolling down huge hills,
Hiking up and down Camels Back Hill on a scorching hot day.
These are my memories through the past,
but friends are what make them special.
Because their are always their for you .
What are our memories through the past ?
By: Marina anishchenko
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC