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Best Poems Written by Madeline Male

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A Writer’s Words

With care, I craft the words on the page, 
but I see that they loathe being in this cage.

Too often, they break out of formation
and run everywhere — such disorganization!  

I wonder if I should set the words free,
considering they’ve already done so much for me.

The next day, carrying a heavy heart, 
I tell the words they are free to depart.

I reluctantly box up my paper and pen;
without words, I won’t ever use them again.

The next week, I sit at my desk with nothing to write . . . 
Suddenly I hear a fluttering sound, and gasp at the sight:
Flying back home, just like birds,
are all of my beloved words!

What brings me even more joy is the message they spell:
Exploring the world has gone very well,
but now we’re back and feeling brighter,
for we’ve found our true purpose — 
to have you as our writer!

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Haiku: the Evening Sky

The evening sky glows 
with orange swirls and pink puffs.
Dessert is now served.

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Dear Reader

I’m sorry, reader.
You’ve simply arrived too late.
All the action has already happened:

I’ve slain the dragon, 
stolen the gem,
ran through dagger forests,
sacrificed life and limb,
and no one was even there to see it!

I swam through a witchcrafted lake,
narrowly avoiding confrontation,
but wasn’t so lucky when it came to the snake,
lurking inside a pool of lava.

I’m sorry to say yet again
that you, dear reader, have missed all of this action,
all of it!

Now I am lying amongst wildflowers in a meadow.

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By the Sea

Soaring seagulls flying free
Evening waves come forth, then flee
All these sounds wash over me

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The Best Kind of Day

The best kind of day —
My spirits are still rising 
Even as rain falls

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The Quietest Pond

The quietest pond that waited 
for its ducks to fly back
is finally alive.

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Phones

To set down our phones,
constant companions,
and gaze up at the tree
to watch the robins feed their chicks — 
such an exotic request.