PoemsBy Jasmine Lee

MidnightMidnight, When no cars crawl down the lonely streets, The darkness invites his silent friends, For a party that is not seen or heard,

One by one they come in, Shaped as humans, But no live form is around, These shadows are here to stay,

They prance in the night, Taking forms of unknown things, In the dark night, Everyone is asleep,

The wind may chime a mellow tune, But soon gets lost in the frightening gloom, For there is no moon, To guide you through this ongoing path.

Personification

Quatrain

FeathersFloating on a silent breeze,A bird flies over and out of the trees,Leaving magnificent feathers in its path,A beauty you can’t calculate with math,

Dancing in the air,Passing people stare,Colors of red and blue,Plush and elegant too,

Feathers in the sky,I can’t deny,That I was getting teary eyed,Blessed I am tonight.

Fish Bowl

In the living room, Across the carpet, Towards the kitchen, Up the stairs, Into the bedroom, Beside the desk, Onto the stool, Over the fish bowl, Into the water, Out comes the fish, MEOW!

Prepositional

Halloween

Alliteration

Cut and Snip Silhouettes,Of Ghastly Ghosts,Rip open a pack of Candy Corn,And dump it in a Black Bowl,

Ring the bell of a ‘Witch’s’ Warehouse,For Thrilling Terrors,For Spooky Scares,And most of all for Caramel Covered Candy,

Halloween Horrors,Child Cavities,Most Memories,Are of Catastrophic Costumes.

Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield

Outside the sky is light with stars;There's a hollow roaring from the sea.And, alas! for the little almond flowers,The wind is shaking the almond tree.

How little I thought, a year ago,In the horrible cottage upon the LeeThat he and I should be sitting soAnd sipping a cup of camomile tea.

Light as feathers the witches fly,The horn of the moon is plain to see;By a firefly under a jonquil flowerA goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

We might be fifty, we might be five,So snug, so compact, so wise are we!Under the kitchen-table legMy knee is pressing against his knee.

Our shutters are shut, the fire is low,The tap is dripping peacefully;The saucepan shadows on the wallAre black and round and plain to see.

Cinderella in a Nutshell

Dancing with a prince

Where I am Cinderella

It's twelve, I must go.

Haiku

Meadows

The green is mellowHome to so many insectsA bed for tree's rootsBrushing the feet of childrenThe grass is cool and shaded

Tanka

Opposites of Seasons

Summer, Hot, Sunny,

Swimming, Playing, Laughing, Longer days and longer nights, Snowing, Freezing, Sneezing,

Cold, Chilly, Winter

Diamante