The author of the poems
(Note: I am not a self-proclaimed poet. I like the medium of prose, so poetry is outside of my comfort zone. In addition to the poetry, I will be writing commentary about the poems throughout the post. There are more poems hiding somewhere in my house and if I find them, I might publish them.)
“Winter Wonderland”
Up in New York in the winter
It is a wonderful sight
To see the snow
Falling to the ground
To hear the snowplows running
To hear them crashing past
To know I have school
Most likely the next day
To hear the screams of little kids
Playing in the snow
To wait for the bus
In 20 below
To live in the country
Not far from a tree.
“Homegame”
There is a town near Saratoga
The name is Schuylerville
It is a peaceful town except Friday’s
On Friday’s the town closes down
The town closes down for the football games
The hometown’s parents yell
The pep band shrills
The bleacher’s tremble as the hometown scores a goal
The news has come
That we have won
Greenwich goes away
We beat them in another way
Now everyone knows
Schuylerville is number one
“More to New York”
There’s more to New York
Than a bustling city
Schools with rivals
In Schuylerville we know
If we beat Greenwich
We are number one
The rivals can get out of hand
As everyone knows
Yet nobody knows
How much it snows
Six inches to be out
For just one day
That day we can play
It can get cold
Yet young and old
Know New York
Is more than a city
(I call this “The New York Trilogy” or “Anna Just Moved From Upstate New York.” It was written for Freshman English. There is a lack of punctuation because I don’t believe in punctuation for poetry.)
“Bowling”
Clang. Crash. Boom.
Those noises fill the room.
This is so not tad poling.
This is how it is with bowling.
(I thought I was being clever and deep. And, it rhymes.)
“Warrior Pride”
We will be number one
Even if in no one’s mind
Everything is not existent
We are not the kind
We might fight back
But it is not a ride
All we know is what we have
And that is Warrior Pride
(I thought writing this would help encourage pride in my high school. It was written on Homecoming of my junior year of high school.)
“Ode to Algerbra”
Spinning numbers everywhere
Finding some to add
The number jumble
Like they are some fad
The numbers are frustrating
They need to give me some room
For when the new semester comes around
They will be gone with a broom
(I will never hide my dislike of numbers with the alphabet.)
“Of Light and Beauty”
Of light and beauty, the eyes of lovers
Dance nearby my sorrowful state of pain.
Everyone love struck from here to Dover,
Everything in mind and body to complain.
Of him, I wonder patiently of me.
My mind, my body are all for his sale.
Do his thoughts think of me? I hope with glee.
When I am near him every time, I pale.
Yet, I will pledge my allegiance to him.
It is by him I love and live in state.
Even with times that everything is dim,
My eyes focused nothing else concentrate.
In him everything unattained for me,
All to him, everything gives from me free.
(This is the most advanced my poetry. I wrote it for AP Literature class when we were talking about Beowulf.)
