Pessimist And Optimist

Hi, everyone! I thought you would enjoy reading this poem I wrote for a poetry contest (as in, almost a year ago). I didn’t win, unfortunately, but I did make it to the finals! Enjoy!

Pessimist And Optimist

The sun so hot,

I sweat,

I melt,

The days are long and humid.

 

The yard a mess,

I rake,

I sweep,

The leaves keep falling down.

 

The wind so cold,

I shiver,

I freeze,

My fingers nearly numb.

 

The birds so loud,

I weed,

I mow,

There’s so much work to do.

 

The sun so warm,

I bask,

I jog,

The sunshine soothes my soul.

 

The air so crisp,

I twirl,

I leap,

The leaves shed colors on the lawn.

 

The snow so bright,

I shape,

I throw,

The laughter fills the air.

 

The grass so green,

I plant,

I listen,

Nature’s music sings to me.

 

Sour or sweet,

Pushy or helpful,

Harsh or loving,

The pessimist’s view or the optomist’s.

What think you?

The Results Of A Contest And A Poem

No, this isn’t about my Super-Duper Fan Fiction Crossover Challenge… although I must point out I still haven’t received any entries… But no, this is about a contest I entered. A poetry contest. The finalists were announced today… and I made it to the finals.

I made it to the finals.

What???

The irony. I wrote the poem for fun, with little editing, and… I don’t even like poetry that much…

Ah, well. Here’s a sonnet I wrote for English a while back. Hope you enjoy!

 

Like The Flowing Sea

The ocean waves flow like the prairie grass.

They softly whisper on the sandy beach,

Then crash onto the rocks with violent speech

As the sand slides back in an hourglass.

Seaweed, clam shells, and sea water drift past,

And the fingers of waves stretch and reach.

The water flows and seems to beseech

The bright bold sun to turn it to glass.

Without the constant ebb and flow of life

We would not be able to learn and grow.

The long, strong struggles test you and me;

We will grow stronger through all the strife.

And by the ocean’s movement we will know

That life is so much like the flowing sea.

 

Big Red Flower

Big red flower,

How it blooms.

It brightens up

The evening’s gloom.

 

Like a bird

That spreads its wings,

The flower opens

And beauty springs.

 

How delightful,

Such beauty.

That God should give

To you and me.

 

Now you see it,

Now you don’t,

Last for ever?

No, it won’t.