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Best Poems Written by Jessica Spiegler

Below are the all-time best Jessica Spiegler poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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The Bad Mother

there once was a bad mother
she forced her daughter
to do all kinds of things
that she did not want to do
she thought she knew how to  help
but she only made it worse
what she didn't know
is that the daughter knew
all along what she wanted
but she was young and helpless
her mother told all the doctors
and all the therapists
that her daughter had a problem
and that she was suffering
but she didn't know why
the problem was that the mother
was too intrusive in her life
and she thought that she could
change the way her daughter thinks
we all know this is not true
her problem was that
she simply did not
understand

so one day
the daughter
found help in another town
she sent them a letter
saying she wishes to leave
and they sent her back
a train ticket
to come live with them
the daughter was happy 
and lived happily
ever after

THE END

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A Hamster

my little hamster
has four tails
he runs on his wheel
all day long
he doesn't get tired
because he eats
a lot of food

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The Orange Cat

my father had a cat
my mother had a cat
they like oranges
and so do i
but i refuse to eat them

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The Green Giant

once upon a time
there was a green giant
he was fat and ugly
and his breath smelled
like peas and carrots
he had no parents
for he was all alone
his only friend
was his cat

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A Rose

there was a boy
and when he died
his parents
put a rose
on his grave

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Urban Legends

there is a man outside
my house
it is dark
and i cannot
see his face
he is masked
or so it seems
the robber
is outside my house

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Still Hot

it is still hot in this heat
confusion
anger
hostility
bad
decisions?
classroom

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White Pastures

overseas
there are
white pastures
once upon a time
birds are grey

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A Fairy Tale

It was a dark winter night.
The fireflies were getting ready to come out.
The fairies were already sound asleep in their homes,
Except for Cinthya, the fairy princess.
It wasn't often that she was awake that late,
But this was a special night.

It was the night that the moon was covered by the clouds,
So that all the squirrels and all the birds wouldn't dare to come out.
It was also the only time you could see the Shroom Spirit,
A wise old being who is said to have all the answers to every question,
Or so the fairies said.

Cinthya quietly put on her coat and boots,
Making sure not to disturb anyone.
She grabbed a flashlight, just in case.
She made her way through the garden and arrived at the city limits.
She took one look back and kept going.

Cinthya went on for half the night, not keeping track of time.
After a long distance, she arrived at what looked like an old dwelling place.
She took out her flashlight and began to look around.
The place looked empty.
Only vines and trees lived there.
She looked ahead in the distance and saw a bluish-green smoke.
She turned off her flashlight and went further to investigate.
The closer she got, the louder her breathing became,
Until she felt like she was about to go insane.

One more step and there it was in all it's glory.
Cinthya began to speak, "Hello?" she said.
The shroom spirit came out of the smoke and looked right at her.
"Yes?" he said.
"Are you the shroom spirit everybody's talking about?" she asked dumbfound.
"Yes I am." he replied.
"Is it also true that you have the answers to all my questions?" she asked.
"It depends on what your question may be;" he said, "Ask and you shall know."
"I want to know who you are," said Cinthya.
"I am the Shroom Spirit," he replied.

Cinthya thought for a moment,
"Yes I know that, but why are you here?" she asked annoyed.
"I am here because I am," he replied.
Cinthya became very frustrated with his answers,
And began to turn away.
The shroom spirit vanished in a bluish green smoke and when Cinthya looked back,
He was gone.

The journey wasn't exactly what Cinthya was expecting,
But more like a twisted fairy tale.
Cinthya was ready to go back home,
And so she did.

THE END

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A Campaign

one day there was a campaign
outside my house
there were people chanting
and news cameras
there sure was a ruckus!