My Poems

Here is a collection of my some of my own original works of poetry.

"Where I'm From" Poem

I’m from hot, sunny days,

            playing in the yard with a bubble wand,

            some chalk,

            and a handful of washers.

I’m from cold, winter nights,

            playing Minecraft with my brother,

            after hearing the news,

            that school had been canceled.

I’m from boating on the lake,

            my mother’s laughter filling the air,

            my dog barking at the water,

            and my brothers pretending they were surfers.

I’m from hospital visits,

            when the doctors checked Mom for lumps,

            learning words like “malignant,”

            and still getting up at 5:30 every morning for the bus.

I’m from dance classes full of young, happy girls,

            learning our routines,

            performing at recitals,

            that Mom always attended.

I’m from the funeral home,

            where I gave my speech,

            to strangers,

            about how life is fleeting.

I’m from perseverance,

            staring grief in the eyes,

            daring it to make me a fool,

            swearing I’ll succeed anyway.

"With You Beside Me," A Sonnet

Dark eyes like chocolate swirls and coffee grounds,

Face half-cherried and smile more unique than anyone,

That could comfort and cheer even the most persistent frowns,

I’d never known joy before knowing you, and to you always, I’ll run.

 

For rescuing each other in our scariest hours

And lying together in peace, without care in the world,

We complement each other like bouquets of flowers,

Embracing like beautiful petals now unfurled.

 

Without you, my love, I do not know myself,

I know I am better with you to guide me,

You’d never admit that you’re top shelf,

But I know you better, and one day, you’ll see.

 

A future so sure knowing you’ll be there too,

A life we’ll build together and see through and through.

Ode to Coca-Cola

I love the ice cold

               of the red container

               dripping with condensation

               in my grip

I love the crack of the pull tab

               as I open the can

               and the sweet fizz

               bubbles up from the top

I love that first sip

               head tilting back for more

I love the burn of carbonation

               down my throat

I love that crackling, sizzling, bubbling

I love the sweet yet bitter taste

I love to gulp down the flavor

I love when the gas bubbles back up

               in my stomach

               and the burps erupt

               like sleeping creatures ready to burst

I love the unique taste

of Coca-Cola

               but now, I need the restroom

This Is All I Know

Everlasting, eternally exhausted.

The long arm extends to scrape.

“One last time, just once more,”

But she knows this is not true

As the mechanical whirrs fill the space.

 

Like a mother with constant tasks,

The robot can never finish cleaning.

No matter how many times she scrapes,

And scrapes, and scrapes, and scrapes,

The oil will always leave inky red smears

That needs to be contained.

 

But why clean at all then?

Because it is her only purpose.

Just as a mother can only cook,

Just to feed, clean, and repeat,

The robot will always persist,

Just as she’s fated to do so.

 

If she doesn’t,

What would people say?

People would boo,

If the robot stops working, moving, cleaning.

People would judge,

If the mother stops cleaning, moving, working.

 

Overworked, overloaded, over it,

Yet she can’t and will never

Stop.

The mechanical torture of a robot

Whose purpose

Can never be fulfilled.