Baylee Bosma's Poetry Flyer

Poem 1


A simple little seed

That grows into something new

A gorgeous flower

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 pain

Poem 3

Blank Page

Brand new blank page

frustration 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.