Category: Poem

Kites at the Beach

This summer I got to spend some time with my cousins! It was a lot of fun and I enjoyed it a lot. During this time, we went to the beach and we got to fly kites! I really enjoyed this experience, so I decided to write about it.

Windy beach, kites
flapping through the clouds, dipping
up and down then up

Strings, reeling out as
the kites fly high over
the waves, up and down

Laughs, as we run side
to side, hoping the wind will
move our kites up

Tired, ending the day
with games, winning small prizes,
thrilled with this fun day

What’s your favorite beach activity?

Monahans Sandhills

As well as visiting White Sands, we also visited Monahans Sandhills, a state park. While it wasn’t as unique or as big as White Sands, it was still marvelous in its own way.

Sandhills always change
And they are ready for it
They move with the slightest push of the wind

The Monahans dune field
Stretches 150 by 22 miles
It protects sand, plants, wildlife, and habitat

The sand comes from mountains
Specifically, the Southern Rocky Mountains
Weathered to tiny pieces, they have turned into the sand we know today

Caliche underlays these dunes
Trapping water and storing it
Creating a water table that serves plants, animals, humans

The park isn’t all sand though
See the park in spring or summer
And marvel at the yellow, the pink, the white, the rainbow of flowers

Meet the animals of the park
Watch them move around, camouflaged
the crickets, the deer, the javelinas

Monahans Sandhills
A park of many wonders
When will you go?

Have you visited any state parks?

My Home in Chennai

Since I’m now in Chennai, I decided to write a poem about my how wonderful it is to be back. This poem’s style is called Tricubes. The only rules are that each line should have 3 syllables, each stanza should have 3 lines, and each poem should have 3 stanzas. Therefore it is perfectly balanced with threes. I hope you enjoy!

My home in
Chennai, a
safe haven

A place to
be free with
no regrets

Surrounded
by people
who I love

What’s a place that you can escape to and will always feel safe in?

White Sands National Park

Recently, we went to New Mexico and visited many National Parks (as well as a state park). My favorite had to be White Sands National Park. The setting was beautiful and eerie and the look of the shining white dunes isn’t one I’ll forget any time soon. This is a poem I wrote inspired by the wildlife at White Sands. I hope you enjoy!

Sand Dunes
Don’t stay the same
They shift, flow, fall
With the everchanging Winds
always changing, always moving

Soaptree Yuccas
Keep their stem tall
So they never get swallowed by the dunes
They learn to say goodbye
For as each dune passes, they die

The Bleached Earless Lizard
Camouflages with its pale, pale skin
It scurries about the desert sands
Blending in with the pale, pale dunes
It really is a master of disguise

Darkling Beetles also called Stinkbugs
Stay the odd one out
They don’t try to blend in,
But to instead, to stand out
It is protected for both the sun’s rays and any predators

White Sands National Park
a biodiverse, stable ecosystem
Filled with creatures of every type
A marvelous adventure
And an amazing ride

Have you been to any National Parks? If yes, which ones are your favorite?

We will Survive

Recently in my English class, we have been writing a poem for the Peace Festival in our school. This year, for the Peace Festival, our theme is A Healthy World. I hope you enjoy my poem!

Where is the world?
Is it crumbling away,
hidden in a corner?
Cobwebs, thick and dusty
littering the surface?

Where is the world?
Is it falling apart
as we humans pick, poke, and prod at it?
Are chunks of rock and dirt and earth
breaking off, falling through space soundlessly?

Where is the world?
Is it disappearing, melting away
because of our actions?
Drops of blue and green
mixing together as they fall?

But…

Is the world getting better?
Is it being restored
from the actions of the new generation?
Are the plants blooming again, 
opening up their buds of pink, yellow, red?

Is the world getting better?
Is it slowly rising up,
shaking off the sludge we have covered it with?
Can you see the clear waters,
glittering from the sun?

Is the world getting better?
Is it getting ready to shine 
no longer polluted?
Do you see the white, cotton ball clouds,
blissfully floating by?

We are bringing back the world
Just as we have with the many species
Brought back from the brink of extinction
Haven’t you seen the towering trees, frigid waters?

Hopefully one day,
the world will be better

And hopefully one day,
the world will rise up

Hopefully one day, one time,
You and I will stand and look up
And marvel at the peaceful sky, the cotton ball clouds
The towering trees, the springtime plants

And we will survive.

Feelings as Poems

Recently, in my English class, we started our poem unit. We have to pick a general topic and write a few poems under that topic in different styles. My main topic was feelings. I hope you like my first poems!

Joyful- Couplet:

Feel so ecstatic like I’m breaking through
glad, eager, I’ve turned into someone new

Feel so jubilant, powerful, and free
cheerful and playful, I’m free to be me

Feel so confident, I’ve never felt so good
I can’t be dignified, it’s impossible

I’m happy, free, and so, so joyful
Passionate, me, it’s so delightful

Disappointed- Cinquain:

Disappointed
Not enough
Falling down, down
I always feel so
Empty

I hope you enjoyed these poems!

Chennai

Days lazing at home
AC on, and so is the TV
Cuddled up close with my family
I’m finally in Chennai

Eating home-made food
Reading my old comfort books
Peaceful as can be
I’m back in Chennai

Family all around
Reconnecting face-to-face
No need for tiny screens
I’m in love with Chennai

Can’t wait to see the sights
Back after two years
Old and new combined
I’m marveling at Chennai

Packing up slowly
Never wanting to leave
But school starts again soon
I have to leave Chennai

Flying away through blue skies
Knowing I’ll be back soon
To this wonderful, wonderful place
I’ll always come back to Chennai

Bridges: A Poem

Bridges are a marvelous thing
Sometimes magical and mystical
Sometimes unnerving

Used to transport things
One point to another
Maybe because we don’t have wings

Strands of wire, rock, or steel
Beautiful designs and
Colors too! From orange to teal

Amazing things, so many ways
To create a brand new design
I must give praise

Postcards- a poem

Page upon page upon page
From all around the world
The paper is their stage

Pages worn and curled
All of the colors, red to white
The cards still unfurled

All of them are a marvelous sight
Full of beauty and dazzle, uniqueness and more
The date and giver written to the right

On one a monument, on another a bookstore
Even more with jungles and houses
And even a beach shore

The postcards are diverse, every color and size
They truly are the most elite prize

This poem is written in the form of a Terza Rima! This type of poem is originally Italian and follows a unique rhyming pattern (aba bcb cdc, etc.) I hope you liked my terza rima!

My Peace Poem

For my English class, I made a poem about peace and how I would describe it. I hope you like it!

Describing Peace

Peace is a view
One for everyone to see
Maybe it’s when the sun dips
Over and out, on the beaches of Hawaii

Peace is a sound
To be heard everywhere
A bunch of friends, perhaps,
Laughing without a care

Peace is a taste
Let everyone try
Like ice cream dripping down the side of your cone
While you join your friends nearby

Peace is a smell
Candles all lined up in a row
Quick, come and take a sniff
Before we start to blow

Or maybe peace is a feeling
For both you and me
The familiarity of chlorine infused water
Or swimming in the sea

A warm blanket, snuggle in
With your friends and family close
Because peace is a feeling
Much better than most