Baylee Bosma's Poetry Flyer
Poem 2
New Tragedy
Dark skies, warm air
We sit on the couch
Adults away
One dog is out the other is here
He gets up to follow
But before he can take one more step,
Skin curls, fur ruffles
He slides against the wall until he drops
Relaxing wasn’t an answer anymore
Running, crying, yelling
One dog is safe
The other is shaking on the floor
Legs jerking strongly
Arms wiggling fast
Tears drop to the porch outside where I lay
Then the yelling, screaming, shaking, stops
Everything starts to get better
We know he is not gone
But then the doctor visits start
The new medicine
With no cure for these seizures
We are all left with complete sadness
No cure for the sickness
No cure for the painPoem 3
Blank Page
Brand new blank pagefrustration and rage
Figuring out what to write
The struggle is such a sight
Finish the work before you age
Poem 4
Alone by Edgar Allen Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.