POETRY!!!!!!!! Part I

Found this cool picture at this art place

Hey guys, my friend Elise did this post on all of the poetry or writing that she found from past years. I think that is a great idea so I decided to do the same thing. I will try not to make you run away in horror with my old work. :)

So last year, (8th grade) we were writing poetry for veterans day. The main concept that we had to put in our poetry was the power of a brotherhood. 

The Brotherhood that stays

Brotherhood is a crucial thing
that saves us from out suffering
And when our lives fade away 
our brotherhood is here to stay
For when we're lost
they will find
All of the pieces left behind

And when you fall
They'll make you stand tall
and help you get back on your feet
For then they'll hope
that you'll help them cope
When all of this war is over

You're bound by trust
With ashes and dust
till you are at the end of your days
Even though you will part
there is a place in your heart
For the brotherhood that stays

Brotherhood is a crucial thing
that saves us from our suffering
And when our lives fade away
our brotherhood is here to stay
For when we're lost
they will find 
All of the pieces left behind
The brotherhood that stays.

Okay, next I have Poems from when I was in 7th grade so two years ago. They are probably really bad so don't judge me.

I am From:

A snowy cabin in manor lands

Towering trees over a pink bunny car

Brothers that never stop aggravating me

Creepy Crawly Spiders under my covers

I am From:

A hot, humid farm where horses graze

Log cabins neat and tidy next to a winding road

A grave my family visits once a year

Putting up a christmas tree to celebrate the coming of a new year.

I am:

My grandad's famous blackberry pie

A giant pyrenees waiting to be let into my home

Crickets I listen to in the night

A family ski race at the end of ski season

Ok so the next one is kind of depressing so if you are one to get sad easily, then you should probably skip this one.

Fire and Ash

A planet doesn't explode of itself

But the skies that angels trod are here

Everything was turning red with the flames

Great soft clouds

My ache for breathe

I see a white moon rising from the broken window

Out the door in a flash

And me, I took of running hard

the tendrils of smoke rising behind me

My heart and hope fall with my body

There is nothing but black

Then I see her

She floats down beside my still body

"not yet" she says as she floats away

I wake up

I am on the road I used to play on

The birds have stopped chirping

It is snowing black ash

They search for bodies

I am the only survivor

Was that depressing or what? I don't remember what was happening to me when I wrote this, but I can tell you I was not in a happy place.