Poem by Alexandra when she was just about 8

Swimming

I like swimming.

Swimming is fun.

We swim round in circles.

We go round and round and round.

When I go round and round,

I look like a fish

under the water,

soft and smooth

my arms move,

my legs push,

my hair waves

under the water.

When my mom calls me

we go home. 

It was fun!  I want

to go back again.

June 26, 2006

Poetry by Erika when she was only 11

Love
Love makes you feel explodingly glad
In your mouth you taste the sweetest of honey
You smell the delicious aroma of snapdragons
See your heart’s most desire
And feel the soft skin of your lover

Fear
Fear is the worst enemy of your body
It leaves a vile taste on your tongue
Smells like the scent of death
Feels like a ghostly menace is near
The sound of fear is a deathly silence
The sight of fear is a blanket of night
   
Lonely
Left by the light of friends
To taste ash on your tongue
To feel the lost wind on your face
To see no living thing
And to smell the scent of the wild-like wilderness
 
Hope
Like the swish of a bird at night
Feels like the joy of an adventure
To see the light in a whole new way
To hear the sound of the wind carrying a miracle
To smell the aroma of peace
To taste the sweet tone of water

  

Hatred

Hatred makes your body feel all tight

It feels like you’re having a fight

Hatred tastes like heated metal

Steaming like a kettle

All you can hear is an ear-splitting scream in your head

And you feel as if you were dead

All that you can see is the blackness of hate

Blacker than the blackest rotten date

May 15, 2008