Storm

The wind is howling

Trees are bowing  in the tempest

Dark clouds cover the heavens

Leaves strewn across my yard

In my creaking house I stay

Safe and warm away from the storm

When will this end

Tomorrow it will be over

Over it will be

But for now, I sleep

Waking to the sunlight

Of a bright blue day

Sparkles

Sparkles, sparkles;

Little things.

Little as a snowflake.

Sparkles, sparkles;

Shiny things.

Shiny as the sun.

Sparkles, sparkles;

Quiet things.

Quiet as a mouse.

Sparkles, sparkles;

Colorful things.

Colorful as a rainbow.

Sparkles, sparkles;

Numerous things.

Numerous as the stars.

Sparkles, sparkles;

Come to me.

Come as a little flock.

Come so I may see you shine.

Come so that you’ll be mine.

Wind

Hi guys! I’m soooo sorry! I completely forgot that today was Friday. Anyway, here is my poem:

The wind is gusting

Through the leafy green oak trees

Howling for hours

Life is not that sad

SadnessΒ is death

Sadness is pain

Sadness is a move three hours away

When your best friend betrays you

and you can’t find one new

When your puppy gets lost

When you can’t go to the zoo

Not all life is sad

Not all things aren’t cool

Life is happy sometimes

More happiness than cruel

Just look at the glass

That’s half filled up

The glass that is halfway full

Poet of the Month-May

I’m here again for the Poet of the Month series!!! It is a new series I started last month. (You can see last month’s post Here) Ready for June’s Poet of the Month? Here it is:

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William Blake

I think I have only read a few poems by William Blake, but this is one of my favorites!

Infant Joy

I have no name 
I am but two days old.β€” 
What shall I call thee?
I happy am 
Joy is my name,β€” 
Sweet joy befall thee!

Pretty joy!
Sweet joy but two days old,
Sweet joy I call thee; 
Thou dost smile. 
I sing the while 
Sweet joy befall thee. 

This is one of my favorite poems! Partly because my baby sister’s middle name is Joy. That’s why I was so happy when I found this poem! I like the old English and the rearranging of words! Oh, and if you are wondering why William Blake’s name is in orange, it is because it is a link. If you click on it, you will go to a page that tells about him on poets.org.

What is your favorite poem by William Blake? Have you ever heard this poem before? What do you like about this poem? Let me know in the comments.