Poetry
Lovely Nanay
Nanay was a dear old woman As frail as a butterfly but as stubborn as a goat Calling out to people “Come visit me!” She was very loved and cared for She smelled of peppermint like an old person would And she had wrinkles that floated towards her neck Though loved she was taken for granite. One day Nanay got really sick With a bump on her neck that hurt her throat. Nanay had a hole inside her throat now. Doctors nodded their head and left us alone She was put on a life support whose arms gave her the breath of life. Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, and breathe out. The young Asian boy who cried over the little things felt empty His dear old Nanay is a helpless vegetable. Days later the life support was taken Grasped by the hand of Death. The boy who once knew a Nanay full of life, now stiff and still Her dark tan face turned pale, Her bright brown eyes were shut, And her breathing was no longer heard. There the boy sat, tears streaming down his face Asking himself the same question “Why, why, why?” Years later, the boy had become stronger More brave and too mature to cry over the little things. Death can only teach us lessons to appreciate life And that’s what the boy learned. |
The Bloody Knife
I have a bloody knife in my hand, And my face is horrid and messed up. All of the kids scream and run away. They do not know I bought it at a costume store The blood is fake and drizzled all over it. Red like a rose in a garden. A mask that can scare a child silly, Children awaiting candy that will be devoured the next day, See that I have a bloody knife in my hand, And with this horrific mask they may forget temporarily Halloween, And all I can say is, “Hooray!” Because today I can be this scary, horrific monster Instead of my nice, normal, everyday self. |
Hansel’s’ Real Perspective
I am a young German boy. I wonder how we got lost in these woods. I hear woodland creatures in the distance, eating bread crumbs. I see a large colorful house ahead. I want to keep Gretel and myself safe. I decide to find a way back home. I pretend that I know the way back home so that Gretel won’t be worried. I feel the warm air coming from the colorful house I touch the house; it’s almost as if it were edible. I worry about who lurks inside this home. I understand that we have nowhere else to go. I decide to find a way back home. I say we should keep looking but Gretel wants to go in. I dream of going back to our lovely home. I try to not talk to this strange woman who invites us in. I hope that she does not hurt Gretel. I will do anything if that woman tries anything on me or Gretel. I decide to find a way back home. |