Zadie's Poetry Collection

Wonder Poem

Life is a cantaloupe, a maize, superior magic,

Packed in a jar with rainbows and melancholy juice boxes, mist lingering

It doesn't matter if symphonies are breaking, soup is cooking,

Cracking treats are scurrying past reach for the

Delighted glimmering world, bending and breaking

Splitting in the hovering wonder of life

All dogs are the best

They are so fluffy and cute

I love them so much

Pillows are comfy

They are clouds that you sleep on

My pillow is blue

Leaves are beautiful

So crisp crisp in the fall like chips

They grow on strong trees

Cotton candy‘s good

It always melts in your mouth

Unless it’s just cotton

All hats are so warm

They are useful in winter

And in summer time

A Sock

A sock is mine a sock is yours but nothing is the same thing as mine

this sock in particular is amazing

It is blue yes you might have blue socks but this one is blue

like the tint of blue that you see on glass in a fancy new building looking out your window

But that's not all, they have dogs on them, but you're probably thinking I have socks with dogs on them

Well I have socks with black and white dogs on them and grey heel patches

If you have the same ones, here is the tie breaker

The dogs are my dog

Printed all over again

So now if you say you have her identical sister, do two things

First call me and let me facetime with your dog and

Two, burn the sock so I am the only one that has

Blue socks like the color from a tinted blue window

From far away with a grey heel

My dog all over them

The Sloth People

Sloths devour eat sleep awake

Strong skills eat sleep awake

To hoist hibiscus eat sleep awake

His fur looks cute but it looks like algae

Gobble into habitat eat sleep awake

Clings onto trees sharp claws so strong

You need to be in a handstand to see him right

Clings with a tint of electricity eat sleep awake sleep

The Statue

The statue, it sits there all alone but why

There is a statue I guess it has company

Because there are two figures in it all the time

The statue just sits there, he never says stop spitting on me

Or stop stepping on me

He just sits there

I say he, like it is only one person, because the other’s an alligator

And you never know the gender of a statue of an alligator

But what I see is a statue a small statue

That doesn't care about anything else but being itself

Stars

What is it like to be a star?

So very lonely so very far

Is it fun to look down at the uplookers below?

Do you see good things and bad things?

Like stealing or saving people

And everything in between do you like

Being up above everybody else?

But are you lonely very lonely?

Dish Washing Days

Is being a dishwasher fun?

Or is it annoying too?

Because you have to repeat your cycle over and over again

With the same dishes

It’s just annoying, right?

Bird Flying

All that bird flying

All that bird flying, all that bird flying

I wish I could ask the bird flyers what it's like to bird fly?

Is it scary that you are so high ?

Bird flyers bird flyers tell me all your secrets

Because I want to be a bird flyer some day

Plane birds

Planes are just big birds, just waiting to hatch

They are like a phoenix with a different life

They are possessed when they are an egg with white plating

They are possessed by electricity

So that people can fly it wherever they want

But I believe that they are caged birds

Waiting to get released,

And they are when the plane breaks down

It goes to a junkyard and that's when

It might seem like the end but it is really the beginning

It hatches and gets released and as it breaks apart

A huge golden bird flies out and forever flies around us

With the joy of being free

The Garden

I sit atop a mound of dirt but it feels like grass

There is only complete silence, but i hear calming music

There are lots of little sprouts i see beautiful tall oak trees

Everything looks dead but it is alive through my eyes

The whole thing is a dirt patch but i think it is a garden

I have faith in it and that is how the garden will come alive

Bee Talks

The bee was flying he saw a flower

He said to that flower why aren’t you free?

Why aren’t you free to fly away or enjoy the world?

The flower said I was not grown to be free I was grown to be pretty

So that people can enjoy me if they walk by

I give grace to the world not freedom

The bee could not take anymore he got that flower right off the ground

Now you can be free he said Now you are free and graceful

The flower says now i can be graceful and clear to the sky

Tiny rubber bands squished flowers rectangular fuzz

Squishy floral dog feet from the past ten years

Bringing crumbs and dust

Wooden stripes very stripey

Circular dot boxes

Screeches, whooshes, ugh so loud yet soft and squishy

Blue white wooden brown is what I see

Blackness is accompanying me