Suhani's Poetry Collection

Scorching summertime

When a small, female frog darts

While the hare watches

Cold, harsh, winter, night

Arctic winds scream through the night

Snow piles in heaps

Welcoming springtime

A small, colorful bird chirps,

While the flowers bloom

Spoon

I wake up, all clean and washed

All fresh for the day

No one comes by to use us

Too busy

Busy being lazy

At least that black-haired girl comes around every now and then

Sometimes she doesn’t use me, she just walks by

Still, I’m happy

I’m not lonely

The trash might say it’s not at all lonely

The spoons are afraid of moving

Moving to communicate

Forks and knives may come around, scraping

Scraping our metal

Scratches are all over me

I get dirty, the other ones use me

For soup

Rice

Dumplings

Butter

Tea

Coffee

Butter

Oil

Cake Batter

The nice black-haired girl washes me at the end of the day

It feels nice because I’m dirty and stuck with all the other annoying dishes

I feel so special

I wake up, all clean and washed

All fresh for the day

you can do this…

Run and-

*Gasp*

My vision becomes blurry and then I feel a black hole beneath me... sucking me,

It doesn’t feel right, I don’t want to fall…

But I feel comfortable?

Squirrel and Chipmunks

Is it a monkey?

Is it a reindeer?

It’s a chipmunk.

It’s a squirrel.

What’s the difference?

None

Actually they’re all squirrels

and chipmunks.

We’re all animals.

Why must we use a voice to speak?

There are many ways to speak.

But never have I thought that a voice was necessary

But can’t you speak with your mind.

Why must we have ears to hear?

There are many ways to listen.

But never have I thought that ears were necessary.

But can’t you hear with your mind?

Why must we need a body to feel?

There are many ways to feel.

But never have I thought that a body was necessary.

But can’t you feel with your mind?

If there was a Vampire, it would suck my blood.

But what would it taste like without his taste buds?

Why is my Blood that beautiful bright red color?

Vampires are as mean as my sister she would probably stick up the middle finger.

When we grow older we insert ourselves in a real-world,

A real-world filled with unkind people.

Why do we feel the pain when someone hurts us?

Is there a place where pigs fly?

Because I would be more than happy to.

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The trip to the town take pictures for the crowd.

There’s someone with pain and no one is to blame.

We might have fame but we don’t use it for flames.

Our charm does some harm, yet not only are they in pain.

I can’t understand what people are sayin’.

The tip of my tongue tapes shut.

The pain gives me strength and strong enough to think:

“I’ma fight and bring the pain on.”

There’s a bright big blown sunlight surging through the sand of sadness.

“I know, I flow.”

“Gotta go insane to stay sane.”

“Hey Na, na, na”

There is rain but it takes away what we made

“Rain be pourin’, sky keep fallin’, everyday oh na, na, na.”

Learn little effects of large friendships that you can find with a fine line of happiness up high on cloud nine.

“Bring it, bring the pain ON.

“Bring the pain ON, It’ll become my blood and flesh, Bring the Pain, No fear, Now I know that way.”

“Find me and I’m gonna bleed with ya.”

The fear that friendship finishes isn’t a reason to fear

Between the fate and future you have with a friend, foe, father.

So wipe your tears and feel free to be me and friends are always there when you want to die in dare.

The Knowledge that glitter’s above the next generation in the stars would bring higher dreams to the new youth giving the new world its own prosthetic star and moon and print the futures fate

I’m so Sick of this Fake Love

Just the Air gives me Euphoria

I think that I’m getting a Purple feeling

If I Create a Paradise for myself

Serendipity.

Short but calming :)