Isa's Poetry Collection

The jello is small

Then it jiggles,

Then it's quiet

Chocolate sitting

Someone eats it

Now it's gone

Bubble tea

Sitting on the counter

Is getting hot

Bubble tea is like an ocean

Tea at the top and

Pearls at the bottom.

Green leaves blowing in the wind

The scratchy brown trunk

Is almost braided

The planter holding up the plant

As gray as a elephant

Is sitting next to a chair

A still chair that is not blowing in the wind

Why is my family rude?

My brother yells

My mom yells

My dad yells

Why is my family rude?

Why is my dad mad that I can’t do my work?

Why is my mom mad?

I didn't do anything

Why is my family rude?

A plant

Green leaves blowing in the wind

The scratchy brown trunk

Is almost braided

The planter holding up the plant

As gray as a elephant

Is sitting next to a chair

A still chair that is not blowing in the wind

Betty broke Ben’s

Baseball bat

So Ben broke Betty’s bed

Betty didn’t have a bed

And Ben didn’t have a baseball bat

So they decided to eat bananas together

Without a bed and a baseball bat.

My mom is mad

My mom is mad cause I don’t want to do my math

My mom is mad cause I don't want to work

My mom is mad cause she yelled at me

My mom is mad a lot

My mom is mean when she is mad

My mom is mad because I said she is always mad

My mom is mad.

Whispers of different mail

Embarrassed

Pink sparkles support power

Dancing social media

Awesome electric lab

Short circus

Happy hair

Why do leaves kill themselves as soon as they turn yellow?

They feel full

They feel sick

It is time for the new to come

And the old to die

It is time for the leaf babies

To steal the old leaves’ spots

And it is time for new flowers to grow.

Dog is walking by herself and bumps into the cat

Oh the cat is mad and bumps into the chicken

The chicken is sooo mad

And bumps into the pig

The pig is furious and bumps into the farmer, big mistake

The farmer eats the pig and chicken for dinner.

Blue, green, yellow, red, gray colors of the living room

I hear people on calls: FaceTime, yelling, talking

The air has the smells of laundry and fresh air

Outside I hear cars, birds, and planes

Pillows are on the couch where I am sitting

I am tired, angry, bored

Trapped

The computer in front of me is a rectangle

The computer is hard but the couch is soft

I bang my foot on a metal thing.

Sharp.

Why is Coronavirus a thing?

I can't see

My friends

My cousins

My grandma and grandpa

Why is Coronavirus a thing?

I’m bored

I’m sad

Why is Coronavirus a thing?

I’m hungry

Now I’m not

But I have food

In front of me

Why is Coronavirus a thing?

My parents are mad

My brother is mad

I am mad

Why is Coronavirus a thing?

A stream running through the mountain

Gems glimmering in the night

The smooth green emeralds

My friends and family reaching for the stars

Sweet ice cream on the hills

A waterfall is falling into the stream

My friend hugs me

Joyful

Whispers from the willows

Love from the grass from the hills

The soft grass touching my ice cream

Electric flavors

The peaceful night

Inside the house

Keyboards typing

Outside very quiet

The clouds are

Gray, gray, gray

Me, I am sad

I miss my friends

My mood

Gray, gray, gray

My house

Is messy

But the

Chairs are

Gray, gray, gray

Lights make

The house brighter

But everyone

Feels

Gray, gray, gray