Poetry, writing, photography, weirdness and all things creative!
I’m Tara, I’m 11 years old. I’d say I’m a tomboy, but that’s just my opinion. I love sports(I swim and play some other sports), reading, listening to music and of course writing! I’m a dog person and have a dog named Janu. You can catch me on the street petting stray dogs too. Also, I've run out of things to say.
Hey guys! I wrote this poem in the view of a forester for a school project and I am sharing it with you guys as well! Hope you enjoy reading! And many apologies for how on and off I am with my posts. I promise I am trying.
I speak for the forest, I speak for the trees I speak so that they can stand. I use my voice in the hopes people see How lucky we are to have tree covered land.
I stay in the woodlands, onsite, Camping out on the grass covered floor. I am happy, though I have some sleepless nights, and cross paths with some wild boar.
The encounters with animals of all kind Is probably my favourite thing of it all, For I’ve found lorises that are rare to find And bobcats who lurk and prowl.
Then there are the trees I get to work with, Evergreen trees: Red cedar, oak and royal palm, Deciduous trees: Maple elm and birch. All deep in the dense forest, yet ever so calm.
I work hard, I find a balance, planting trees nonstop, Yet people always seem to beat me For thousands more than what I plant are chopped. But I will keep trying until people start to love the trees.
I am a forester! I speak for the forest, for every single tree. Because they don’t have voices And because nobody else would speak.
Hey peeps! Today I am here with a poem and some pictures of the star of Bethlehem also known as the night blooming cereus or the queen of the night.. It has many names and is really a beautiful flower. My grandmother always has flowers growing in her garden and last time we visited her there were 13 flowers of the star of Bethlehem. We were very lucky to see them blooming(they bloom once in their lives and only in the night) Hope you like the pictures and enjoy reading the poem!
A rosy pink shell Within a white colorless hue A gentle yellow center Drizzled with early morning dew. Shone like a star Glowing in the murky sky Shone like the moon Staring at us from up high. A gentle scent of vanilla Floating into the air As she opens up at once Making mouths drop and eyes stare. Then by morning she wilts Her petals gently flutter out of sight But either way, she is and always will be, the queen of the night.
A friends mother got me this poetry book…Paint Me Like I am. The poems are beautiful. One of the poems “Paint me like I am” by Delia Garcia says paint me without my sorrow…paint me happy. I am going to rewrite it more like- Don’t paint over my sorrow or paint me happy when I am not. Even though I love how it turned out…I hesitated to post this…but here we go-
First here is the original poem(it is beautiful)-
Why don’t you paint me Like I am? Paint me happy, Laughing, running down a path of happiness Paint me with a smile on my face.
Paint me with long wavy black hair And my rosy cheeks. Paint me sunflowers, red and white roses. Paint me with bears, rabbits and baby deer In my arms, dancing around me. Paint me somewhere wonderful Somewhere where there’s sunshine and A light blue sky With butterflies floating Around that lovely sky.
Paint me without my sadness. Paint me without my sorrow. Paint me without my tears. Paint me so my pain won’t show.
Can you see the face telling you paint me happy, Paint me with life, but most of all Paint me free.
Now here’s my ver-
Why don’t you paint me Like I am? Don’t paint me happy When I am sad. Don’t paint me with a smile on my face When I’m on the verge of tears.
Paint me with my long wavy black hair And my rosy cheeks. Paint me with nature surrounding me, Paint me with colorful flowers. Paint me somewhere wonderful Yet somewhere I have been. Paint the skies as beautiful as you can but don’t paint them blue when they are gray.
Don’t paint me without my sadness. Don’t paint me without my sorrow. Don’t paint a fake smile on my face To cover my cold tears.
Instead paint my tears And paint them pretty. Paint them with your favorite colors.
Paint me like I am, Paint me with life, Paint me with color, But most of all Paint me free.
Hey! Long time no post! I have a short poem here….and I hope all of you like it! Sorry I haven’t posted in sooo long…but I will be back to regular posting soon.
I want to be the waters of an ocean, Waters that are always allowed to roam free. Waters whose tides are always balanced, Balanced between wrath and glee. Waters that have secrets hidden down below, Secrets concealed under gentle flows. Waters that sit under the crispy summer sky, Dancing pretty colors, dancing blue, dancing white. Waters to which no rules can bind. But most of all waters who hold creatures, Waters who give life.