Beautiful

Open your eyes,
Look around,
Under the disguise
All things are beautiful.

People, never the same,
Not all good,
But there’s beauty in everything to name.

Dogs, full of energy,
Always ready for a good run.
Always have a smile or kiss
For their loved ones.

Water holes,
Somewhere to cool off
During a hot day.
Somewhere to refresh
After a mistake in an alleyway.

Painted deserts,
Full of colors.
Niagra Falls,
Cool mist hitting your face.
Grand Canyon,
Built over so many years, so large.
Mountains,
So large, peaceful.
Ocean,
Leading to places you can’t see.

Remember, small things
Have beauty too.
Little rabbits,
Cats, rain babies,
The way mothers look so tenderly at their children,
Kids chasing an ice cream truck.

Joy, joy and hard work.
Both beautiful in their own way.
The world,
The world is beautiful.



I kind of like this one,
The inspiration would be from Becoming Chloe. A book written by Catherine Ryan Hyde. It’s a wonderful book that I absolutely love, it’s very well written and has a really nice meaning. I’d really recommend it to pretty much everyone.

Thoughts? Comments?

Sleeping Volcano

The past is a sleeping volcana.
Seeming so stable.
But just one look,
one word can trigger,
Something from it's dreams,
A memory.

Memories
unwanted
Hurtful.
Full of love and pain.
Left in the back of your mind.

Things in the past,
Lies, Deception.
Anger, Laughs
All part of me.

Made me
who I am.
Strong,
Sensitive.
I could do without,
Past, Memories.

The past is asleep,
Don't wake it,
Please.


I'm not sure if I actually like this one or not, Hmmm....

Do you know?
Like or not?

Last One

Moon

Sliding through the night
Guided by the beautiful light
The moon
I’m humming a tune
I’m at peace
Just walking alone
Barefoot in the twilight
I’m able to escape my life.

I’m feeling comforted in the streetlight
It’s a wonderful night
I don’t have a destination
Just walking, wandering
Trusting my guide.
The moon.

Have an urge to run
I come to a hill
I stop running and stand still.
Laying down
Staring at the stars and
The moon.
Glowing that calming light
On my face
I drift off into a dream.

I am suddenly flying
There’s nothing that I am not defying
I look around,
I see the hill
Me sleeping still
My city I call my home
I’m finally free to roam
I keep drifting upwards toward my best friend
The moon.


Spring 2007

4 of 5

I used to...But now I...

I used to dream of flight
now I dream of falling

I used to wake with smiles
now I wake and frown

I used to think adults were always right
now I know they are often wrong

I used to think there was no evil
now I know there’s not much good

I used to want to be grown up
now I want my innocence

I used to look up
now I look down

Summer 2007

3 of 5

Disappearing Cycle

Wishing it would rain
I’d go outside and cry
my tears mix with the rain drops
I’d watch the lilies bloom
with a fresh rain
reviving their full beauty

Wish the sun would break
these dreary clouds
my face would light up
a little kid with a brand new bike
little critters running circles
happy to see the sun again

Wish I could share the beauty
with someone I love
red, orange, pink, yellow
the sun is going down
now no more light

Wish I could go outside
breathe the fresh cool night air
fresh as a baby’s breath
lay on my back count the stars
watch the moon fade away

One more thing is leaving


Summer 2007

Second Poem of 5

My Sister

There’s this little girl
I’ve been watching grow up.
Each day she learns something new
Comes home all excited
Wanting to tell me
The latest laugh
The latest crush
The latest dream.

She’s really bright
Going somewhere in her life.
Very pretty
Tall, Skinny, Blond, Athletic.
Has a great head on her shoulders
Every second, thinking of someone else.
She has a strong heart
Can’t hurt anything or anyone.

I can’t believe how fast she’s growing
One minute to the next
She’s changing.
Noticing more and more
In this world she calls home.
She says she looks up to me
I’m her favorite.

I look back when I was a kid.
I miss those days
So much!
I have the same dreams
And ambitions
More responsibility and pressure.
I wish I could go back
Be able to run around barefoot
Play with everyone without having to worry.

Little girl
You bring me much joy.
You bring back memories
I’ve long forgotten.
I always smile when I think of you.
Just one more thing I want you to know
I love you,
My Sister.

Next Five

The next five posts will be poems that I entered at the 4-H Monroe County Fair this summer. They got first place in their category.

I hope you enjoy... I welcome feedback, constructive critisim and any other comments.

So here's my first poem,

The Circus

We are at the circus
My sister and I

We look on in wonder
The elephants are coming
We are amazed
As they spin around and lift their trunks to us
A silent salute

We watch spellbound
The tigers bound out of their cage
We squeal in glee
They let out a roar and jump through fire
Landing lightly

We hold our breath
The acrobats defy gravity
And risk their lives
Flipping and flying

We gasp in horror
The snake charmer does his work
With a thirty foot rattler

We look at each other
With eyes that say
We want to be the girl riding
That beautiful stallion.

Summer 2007

Seasons by my sister

Okay this last weekend was spent literally tearing apart my room and cleaning it. When I was doing that I found a poem that my sister Sara wrote for me.

I hope she doesn't mind I'm posting it, it's really sweet and remember she is 9, and I think she wrote this last year so she was 8. I'll type it as it is.

Seasons by Sara Miller Hansen

Spring:

Spring is such a bling when
animals come and say hi
and all the snow says bye
The weather changes
but it is pleasent to chldren of all ages
now all is brighter
and all is quieter
spring rings

Winter:

Winter is such a glinter
it is such a beautiful sight
especially at night
lakes and streams freese
and the wind makes a breese
snow falls
but it will be made into something
maybe balls
Christmas begins
agains
new birds apear
and some disapear
to keep warm people sit by the fire
to their own desire
winter will begin
again

Thanks Sara! You're a sweetie!

Thanks for all of your comments and reading! As you should know, I am quite modest and shy about my writings. But I do love writing. A lot! Sometimes I just have sentences running through my head that make me think, so I'll write it down. Sometimes a poem. Or a paragraph or two.

I am indeed going through a rough time right now considering the whole growing up phase, have a lot of emotions and thoughts.

So bare with me and I really do appreciate and value your thoughts and opinions.

Chloe

So much to say
So much to do
But all I want to do
Is lay down and cry
To many words in my head
They need to be said

Have to get up,
Put on a smile.
My life isn’t worthwhile
To many people pointing fingers.
To much finger pointing.

Trying to keep friends
Many friendships end
To many mistakes
All in the past
I’m soon the outcast.

People watching
Observing.
To many impressions
That are undeserving.
So many regrets
No way to change.


Ish? Yuck? Oooh?

Just One More Day

You know the saying, live everyday as it’s your last?
Well I was thinking. That’s great advice.

So don’t hold on to grudges that are meaningless.
Forgive while you have the chance.

Don’t let anyone run your life for you.
It’s your life, you can make the decisions.
Just choose wisely.

Don’t be afraid to try new things,
You might not have another chance.

Love everyone and everything,
You might not get another chance to appreciate its beauty.

Present yourself how you want to be remembered.
Be kind and considerate.
Have a smile on your face.

How should I end it?

Explain the reason
Of why I’m hiding
I’m hiding behind a mask.

Is it because I’m ashamed?
Of myself?
Others?

Is it because I’m scared?
Of reality?
Past? Future?

Am I hiding because

I don’t know who I am?
Or because I don’t like who I am?
Or what I’ll become?

Is it because I don’t’ want to be judged?
Hurt?
Seen?

Is this mask me?
No.
It’s hiding me.

-11/6/07-

I kind of like this one. Comments? Advice?

The page is blank
White, no words

My mind is cluttered
Busy, too many words

What to write

Write what you feel
There's no words

Write your dreams
There's too many

Write on the white
The white page

Fill it with words
What words

These words

~10-24-07~

I'm not quite sure if I like it or not. Doesn't seem to be quite right.