I remember the first day I saw you,
The blonde-haired boy with the ocean blue eyes,
A lob sided grin and tan skin,
I was never much a girl for Manchester boys,
That was until I met you and my heart skipped a beat in joy,
He’s smart, Athletic and funny,
Though we’ve never talked i know his favourite colour and the way he likes his hair,
And as I stare at the sun I think of him the bright boy who I wish calls my name,
Instead he has another girl
Prettier skinnier curvier perfect in everyway,
His eyes crinkle in awe as he looks down at the model tucked close to his side,
And as he leans down to kiss her their eyes never break contact,
They share a love that I couldn’t possibly ever compete with,
A couple everyone dreams over,
Wishing for a relationship like theirs,
And as I look up at the sun I think of him,
The boy who makes me smile every time my eyes lock on his,
Though he never talks or even acknowledges me,
I still fall in love with that Manchester boy,
My Manchester boy.
Categories:
curvier, 8th grade, beauty, crush,
Form: Free verse
Sea at Les Saintes-Maries-de-la-Mer
Van Gogh sat staring at the choppy waters
Nothing yet? His brother asked. He did not reply.
He was in artist mode.
Picked up a brush and began
Splashing white capped waves
Hostile swirling wind especially above fishing boat
Angry storm began taking form
So angry the sails were gone from the boat
Van Gogh was in another world; he could hear no one
Bright titanium white horse emerged at the water’s edge
dark delivery wagon and loan figure made a solid contrast
Van Gogh began using wider curvier strokes,
blending one color after another in ombre fashion
His ideas coming faster and faster now
The sky began taking on new colors, new shades, new hues.
He added a reflection of the boat in the water
Five women waiting for their men on shore
A field of wheat leaning toward the west, torn up by the wind.
It was a furious painting, stormy and magnificent.
He painted this in 1888, the eight such painting
this year, and one of his favorites.
But of course he was not satisfied with it.
So he had to create another one.
Categories:
curvier, art,
Form: Prose Poetry
She is the lover of souls
And she writes secretly
The feelings she has for them
Some impossible and too lovely
She loves souls
Lovely souls that touch her
Everyday, she experiences them
The people outside show them with their lover
She writes about souls
Each word curvier than the other
She writes with passion
As she hopes one day will get to her
She is the lover of souls
Each and every one
She feels it in her heart
And loves it a ton!
Categories:
curvier, addiction, feelings, love, soulmate,
Form: Rhyme