We Have Teeth, We Have Claws

One thing that I like about this poem is that it describes something so tiny (at least I think they're tiny, what do you think?) to be so big and powerful.
          Lily is my sister - also an accomplished poet, and here is a poem for you from her.


We have teeth
We have claws
We have wide and gaping jaws
We are few
But we have fangs
We were here before you came
We are giants
Yet we're so small
We will be here when you fall
-Lily Fox

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

Hope can fly, and it can't be chained down. It comes and goes as it pleases, and we can only hold onto it for as long as we can, but it always comes back in the end. On that subject, here's a short little poem for you by Emily Dickinson. 

Hope is the Thing with Feathers

"Hope" is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without the words
And never stops at all.

The Scientist

Today I present to you probably the longest poem I have ever written (I'm more of a short poem girl). I love this poem with all of my soul, and it makes my eyes get watery just about every time I read it.Originally, the poem was modeled after Edward Scissorhands' story, and it was named after the man who built the main character of my poem, but after about a year of trying to find the right words, he developed with parts of me and many other people and became a scientist himself. Brave, strong, and neverendingly wanting the world to love, he is The Scientist.   

The Scientist

In a lab full of cobwebs
A man does rest
He looks like a human
Maybe at best
But deep in his soul
A sprocket gear turns
And right on his head
Smoke comes out of a hole
Although he has dreams more than thoughts like a troll
He's been kicked out of life
By the reject patrol
A creak with each step
As he climbs out of bed
For lonely in life
And alone on the deck
A blow for each microscope
He dusts each lab machine
For a guest comes tonight
A sweet girl named Angeline
Putting on his best smile
He straightens his tie
With a knock, knock, and hinge creak
Away his mind flies
Spinning
Dancing
Gazing up to the sky
They have the time of their life
In the observatory, high
What is this?
A second knock?
So heavy it pounds the floor
There is no answer
From the man in the lab
So the new guest just pounds down the door
A man with a badge
Dressed in fine leather boots
Wears an officer's hat
And a woven blue suit
The man with the gears
Will try to run
But the man in the suit,
Well, he has a gun
They get in a sprawl
Angi knocks down the gun
So surely, 
Just surely,
The badged man is done
But out from the shadows
There's little of life
But enough for the man 
To cause enemies strife.
The sweet girl visitor
Goes back to her home
And dressed in all black
Attends to a stone

A Poem of Poems

Poetry has many meanings - it still baffles me how it has the abilities to  make one cry and laugh just in one reading. So for poetry, I give you the meaning of it - a poem by my friend Maaida.

The Meaning of Poetry

Poems make me sad

But this one makes me glad

Many things have happened now

For me they're sad and glad

The future is uncertain

My present full of surprises

My memories behind the curtain

The curtain of memories is of the past

Not the first but not the last

How I express it shows what happened

But that is what I see

But poems are so powerful

It's so important to me

-Maaida Kirmani 

You Could Do It

Speaking of dreams, you've probably had a few in your life - You might want to be an actress, a writer, or a poet, maybe even a botanist (I might have just described my dream...), doctor, basket ball player, dog trainer, computer coder, or even a princess, prince, king or queen. There endless amounts of dreams in the world, but not many are achieved. I'm not saying to dim your dream light - I'm saying to brighten it. You have to get in the mud. Chase your dream through rivers, mountains, jungles, and wherever it goes as long as you end up with something that makes you HAPPY. So here's a bit of dream-achieving poetry by me, from me, and to YOU.

Could I Do It
I never really danced
But I loved to
I never really sung
But I pretended to
But when I try
I can do it
And when I fail
There's nothing to it
And I never really cried 
But I never really smiled
And when I tried
'Twas my inner child
So can I do it?
Can't deny it.
What is to it?


Laughter.

A Dream Within a Dream

Lately I've been thinking a lot about dreams. It's as if you're in a different world - you get transported to the land of your mind. Once I was told that dreams always have something to do with a memory, story, or something you've been thinking about, even though sometimes I have dreams that have nothing to do with anything recently. Is it just from the deep depths of our mind, or is it something completely different? Sometimes I fall asleep in my dream, and don't wake up until I really do, but I never remember my dream within a dream.

A Dream Within a Dream
Take this kiss upon the brow
And in parting from you now
Thus much let me avow -
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night or in a day
In a vision or in none
Is it therefor the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream

I stand amid the roar
Of surf-tormented shore
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand -
How few! Yet how they creep
Throngh my fingers to the deep
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream.
 -Edgar Allen Poe
  

The First Raindrop of a Poem

To start off the storm, here are a few poems that I wrote with a touch of randomness - Including shark jaws, raven caws, and a lot of sunrises.


Little Breezes
I look around
There's only one sound
It's the sound of dripping water
I feel the breeze
I start to sneeze
It's only getting hotter
I suddenly feel
It's getting here
The wind blown in my face
The shark snaps jaws
The raven caws
I dive and then I brace

Sunrise
On Sunrise all the flowers bloom
On Sunrise all the glow is moon
On Sunrise all the smile is soon
On Sunrise all they give is doom

The Sunrise Awaits
The leaves will sway in the distance
While the wind cries in the night
The clouds will carry
Strong resistance
When the storm tries to fight
The Sunrise awaits