Collection of Poems by Harlow

My Poems by Harlow

    Tornado

I feel my hair whipping against my face as it gets closer

I see the gray, stormy color of it as it rips everything to pieces

Ducking for cover, fear filling my mind

Is everyone safe? Is everyone safe?

I hear the wind screaming as it passes

Ack! I bit my lip from fear!

I taste the tang of blood in my mouth.

As soon as the tornado passes,

I check if everything is safe

I go outside.

I smell the smell of sausages.

How is that possible?

It's the afternoon!

Everyone is still in their basements or bathrooms!

The smell gets stronger.

Light fills my eyes.

I wake up.

Shadow poem

Slipping between patches of sunlight

Dark as the night

Hiding in shade

In the night, it fades

Tip-toeing around

Without making a sound

Everything has one

Even a bun

Until the sun dies,

You'll be able to see one

With your own eyes.

Fire

The candle fell over, and the fire leaped onto the table cloth

Finally, finally free!

It was so, so hungry, it licked everything in sight.

The fire duplicated, once, twice, thrice,

Overcoming and encompassing everything it touched.

Soon, it had eaten every item in sight

But it was not enough.

The fire hopped outside the door, enveloping that, too, in flames

It licked the grass, the trees, the sky

Everything was burning, burning

The fire reveled in the terror and pain and helplessness it caused.

It was still hungry, but in a different way

Power-hungry and bloodthirsty, it ripped through the forest like it was nothing

It came upon a neighborhood.

Perfect! Fire thought, leaping into the air

It landed on a red roof, which was soon engulfed in flames

It ran, ran, ran, gathering momentum…

And JUMPED!

It flew through the air, but before it felt the roof beneath its feet…

It hollered in agony. It was dying, dying, dying…

“Curse you, water!”

Before it went out, the fire saw its beautiful masterpiece being destroyed.

Nooooo… it thought.

It started dying, bit by bit.

It faded, faded, faded…

The Flute Player

The girl picked up the flute and played.

It sang and sang and sang;

Sometimes low like a wild cat’s purr;

Sometimes high like a songbird.

Sometimes loud like a charging bull;

And sometimes quiet like a whisper that dances in your ears.

Note to Self

Be kind

To compliments, don't be blind

Do your best

Remember how much you are blessed

Be sensitive to others' needs

Perform at least one good deed

And, last but not least,

Work hard enough that your brow is creased

PEACE

People feeling happy, not fighting

Everyone helping each other

And everyone's in harmony

Calm spread over the world

Each and every person smiling

Storm

Thunder crashing
Sounding like a million stampeding horses
Lightning lighting up the sky
Like the torches of Hecate
Rain splashing against the ground
Drops so big a mountain must’ve cried
A symphony of sounds
The sounds of destruction
Fear
Sadness
Loneliness
These sounds strike awe and terror in the hearts of the beholders.

Space View from Earth

The inky blackness extending as far as you can see

The stars forming pictures in the sky

On special nights, you can see planets

Sometimes red, sometimes blue, always bright

Look! The space station is passing overhead!

Quick, wave even though the astronauts can’t see us!

Space looks infinite

Spreading over the world like a sparkling blanket

I marvel at the mysteries it holds

So much we haven’t discovered!

I love space

Words

Words are the most powerful thing in the universe

More powerful than force or fear

Words can motivate armies of a hundred thousand strong

They can break people

Heal people

Move people

Make people get up and take a stand

Words can make people come together or break apart

They can be deep and strong, or light and fluid

They can change something inside of everyone

In their mind, their heart, their soul

Words are full of power