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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
Scuba Diving
Heavy SCUBA tanks
As if flying in water
Everywhere blue
Dry mouth icky salt
Regulator gets knocked out
Can't breathe in water
See a shark hiding
Marveling in its stealth
Hope it's not hungry
Running our of air
Better get to boat fast
Stupid lungs why why?
Brightly colored fish
And coral everywhere
I wish I could stay
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
A Drop of Water
I look up into the deep sky
And the clouds as purple as a bruise
growl at the dry, crumbling earth
with condescending looks
they know that it yearns for the nourishment they carry
in their bloated bellies
I inhale the damp air
twirling and grinning
as if I can see
the hesitant drops
bracing themselves for the free fall
And the first drop hits
the very tip-top of my nose
I laugh
because I can hear the thirsty soil slurping
up the water in its agitation
to sate its parched throat
The tiger lilies behave a bit more civilly
they sip the refreshment daintily
gathering the gentle drops
in a necklace of crystal beads
ever so prettily
they bask in the warm shower
savoring the clean liquid flowing through them
Proud pines fill up their wooden mugs
with the clouds’ precious gift
letting the stream trickle down their sides
but they remain unbending
too full of hubris to admit their gratitude
though they stare up at the sky with unspoken respect
Me, I just stand perfectly still
breathing in wet grass and proud pines and refined tiger lilies
feeling the water streak through my hair
and listening raptly to the symphony
of the tap dancing rain
playing across the weather-beaten pavement
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
We all make a promise
at the age of good triumphs over evil
heroes
principles
to always stand fast
on the side of the righteous
no matter what.
my beliefs were identical
to any child's
reading Nancy Drew
frequenting G-rated movies
good will forever be good
no gray areas exist
no money
no power
no earthly desires
in my heart
block my path.
the body count was about five
I realized what I was doing
violated the very ideas I had
of how a person should be.
the past hour
flitting around the yard
heart light, untroubled
was wrong.
my seven-year-old-hands stuttered
while shoving my defenseless victims into a mason jar
in cold blood
without even punching holes in the lid
their cold, dim bodies
scattered at the bottom
like they didn't matter
like their tiny lights
didn't bring the world
any joy at all
not the smallest amount of magic
my fireflies
wasted,
frozen
never to see another
sunset
at that moment
in disgust I stared at my hands
so much like those of a monster
not a hero after all.
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
In this world,
so many times I feel what people say
is a joke
too much sarcasm
and a lack of sincerity.
If all the words
that escape our lips
mean nothing
How can we feel?
How can we express?
Eventually, we will become
washed out
faded and bleached.
Our words are tangible
they cling to us
when nothing else does,
but if we can’t pull them out
late at night
and caress them fondly
remembering the sorrow, joy, and pure life
they wrought
we are brushed away,
like the leaves trying to clasp the skirts of the maple
shivering from autumn’s frost.
By Meredith Roaten
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
Forget
Eyes stinging,
rushing up the stairs
Throwing myself onto the bed,
Picking up the one thing that's safe.
Listening to troubles, not my own,
the fantasies that do not belong to me.
And I am able to forget.
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
God Must Have Been
God must have been a pretty good painter,
Cuz' there's no other way he could have gotten the sea so blue.
God must have been a pretty good singer,
Cuz' how would he have gotten the dove to make that perfect coo.
God must have been a pretty good sculptor,
Cuz' there's no other way he could have made the mountains peak just the right way.
God must have had a pretty good imagination,
To dream up the world as it is today.
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Chrysanthemum Flower Poem
Shhhhhhhhhhhh…… Husssshhhhhh
Waves sidle up to the beach
in simple companionship
the gritty sand
creeps into every crevice of my toes
reflecting off the blue waters
the full moon and stars
fill up what otherwise
would be a hole,
miles and miles of darkness
what a miracle
I think smiling the sweet smile
one wears when content.
Then a low, keening sound joins the salt in the air
the hair on my arms
raises eerily
right on pitch with the awful noise
and a tremor runs through my body
it’s a dream
a dream
a dream
I whisper desperately
but the piteous pleading
continues to tear
through the night’s mirage of serenity
it calls as if it’s being ripped apart and I can’t breathe.
my heart shrieks in terror and pity
noisily I trip through the shallows
heaving for breath.
It’s a dream
but I feel the drenched gown
clinging to my skin
and the traitorous idea to help whatever it is
bouncing around in my mind
In a split second my world dissolves
water encompasses me on every side
the leering faces of horrible creatures
with big,
black eyes and little, jagged teeth
pop out at me
as their nails dig into my flesh
dragging me down deeper into dark water
It’s a dream
But I hear the moaning breaking off
and transforming into watery giggles
the silence of the entire ocean
slamming into my ears
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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