Poetry

About the poet

I never really liked reading. It was always a chore, or something that I had to do to get a timber rattlers ticket. I'm a pretty slow reader and never really got into it until I read hunger games in middle school. Suspense and character development made me turn every page. I fell in love with dystopian novels. And I even started world building one of my own.

Writing, on the other hand, I was always excited for. In kindergarten, we wrote about our weekend and drew little pictures. In second grade we wrote fiction stories. When I got to middle and high school, I started writing songs. Whether I was upset someone rejected me or thrilled and in love.. I wrote about it. Rhyming words and rhythms are very appealing. After I took a music theory class my junior year, I was able to put one of my songs to sheet music. One day I hope to sing it for an audience.

My poetry is a mix of rhyme and free verse, I like to cover deep conversations with light hearted imagery or figurative language.

Dandelions, necklaces, colors and Peter Pan. Embrace the child in you, but embrace the future too,

Poem #1 (spoken word/ free verse/ rhyme mix)

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“Senior Speech”

Seniors!

“We are the graduating members from the class of

we made it”

from the same source of a hometown

we spill out in separate

we are the branches

reaching stretching trying

our best to grow and

get away

away from here

but we’re tied to the base, to the trunk

to the town

some meet up again

cross paths and then change again

some never left

some branches break off before even getting a chance but

we made it didn’t we?

1460 long days but 4

short

years

hard to imagine that were even here

the future

the future is what matters

but what about now

the shared moments of laughter?

will we meet again

who knows

and who cares

I don’t care…

because if I don’t then goodbye

isn’t such a big deal

it won’t feel as

real

but we know that it’s real

deep down

we’ve known all along

that this day was coming,

it was always approaching

because it’s what we’ve

spent

every day

thinking about since the first person asked:

“What are you doing after high school?”

I'm 17

I shouldn’t have to decide

The rest of my life at this age

at this time

I want to live

I want to breathe and dance

I don’t want the future in the palm of my hands

We are the artwork that is unfinished

Every stroke of paint is yet to be decided

Everyone paints a unique story

Making it up as they go

We each have a color,

a style, a song

We each have a place that we feel we belong

Or at least, we try

Fit in somewhere,

and get poured in a mold

Hardening in the air

rehearsing the lines “I’ll be majoring in_____ at _____ school”

To say to people when they ask

But are you choosing for yourself,

Or do you hate the weight of the task?

Now

I could stand up here

and talk about the past,

the great times we’ve shared and how

I want them to last but

We can make so many more times

And they don’t end here

this isn’t the end

Only the end of a year

Because truly it’s the beginning

A fresh new start

a new set of faces

A new work of art

New shows

New roles

And all sorts of new

Sex jokes

Just because some people are leaving doesn’t mean we stop living

You all will move on, and I will too

And hopefully I made a

good impact on you

So, whether we do or don’t see each other

Again

If our branches cross paths or we grow far apart

Thank you to you all for being my friends

And thank you to those who were with me from the start

My place

I can live

I can breath

I can dance

Pickard has my heart in the the palm of its hands

-Marcella Rose

Poem #2 (free verse)

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“Dandelion in her hair”

You cut them down

Mow them over

These xanthous weeds mean nothing to you

She waits till you're gone

And lays in the grass

The golden flowers are beautiful to her

What about the bees?

Take away their sweetness

The ants and the butterflies too

She sees a dreamer

She sees a sundrop

You don’t see the flowers at all

She puts them in bouquets

She bakes them in pancakes

They’re caught in between her toes

But will you come back?

What happens then?

Will you cut the girl down too?

But she decided to leave

Before you could return

She put a dandelion in her hair

-Marcella Rose

Poem #3 (freeverse/partial rhyming)

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“Pastoral Jade”

Jade necklace in my hand

Bubbles in the light

shimmering

We struggle

Through the water around us

Cut our hands on the sea glass

My jade necklace is pretty though

My eyes reflect the soft green meadow

Can we hold our breath?

Long enough to watch it glow?

Toss it away or hold on tight

The water presses down

Kicking punching you fight

But the peacefulness of silence from all directions

Exploring the caverns of stone city remains

Loosing the surface from sight

This pastoral jade suddenly hums

A tune that’s familiar

So I follow the sound

We run out of air but the song

Is so close

Not stopping till it’s found

Clouds cover the light

Everything turns to sand

The bubbles no longer fight

Jade necklace in my hand

-Marcella Rose

Poem #4 (Spoken word, rhyme)

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“Choices”

It can erase our face but

can it replace our minds

We surpass the journey cuz

The path’s too hard to find

Can we find a place

where space isn’t void

Do we dare retrace

The complaints of the annoyed

Retreat

To our thoughts

deplete

all the voices

Are we blessed or cursed to have all these choices.

-Marcella Rose

Poem #5 Title (pantoum)

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“Peter Pan”

We aren’t children anymore

Tomorrow eats up today

What are moments we account for?

Our innocence washed away.

Tomorrow eats up today

Why must we think so hard?

Our innocence washed away.

And the future creeps in our backyard

Why must we think so hard?

Let it float on like a cloud

As the future steps in our backyard

We could sing and live out loud

Let it float on like a cloud

Know you can always change

We could sing and live out loud

And tomorrow is rearranged

Know you can always change

These are the moments we can soar

tomorrow will be rearranged

We can be children more and more

-Marcella Rose

Poem #6 (blackout)

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Brave and Beautiful

Poem #7 (rhyming)

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“Purple is my favorite color”

I feel pink when I say something wrong. When my cheeks flush

When I’m standing near my current crush

When I soak in the pink evening sun

When I’m panting hard after a refreshing run

Pink has always had a mind of its own

Pink is the hardest to not let be shown

I feel blue when I’m in the rain

But blue isn’t always for sadness and pain

Blue is the ocean or mid-summer sky

Blue is also the color when I’m shy

When I swim in a pool or stomp in the snow

I feel it when there are answers I don’t know

I feel green when I make a friend

It grows in me and ready to begin

Green is crafty and staring new

And it's also WALL-E with the plant in a shoe

When I’m in a forest I feel one with the earth

Green is a place for the mind’s rebirth

I am purple when I wear cool clothes

A brand new outfit I’m ready to show

When I’m on a stage, performing for a crowd

Or when I’m in the backyard singing really loud

I am my own ruler, living in royalty

Purple is exactly who I want to be.

-Marcella Rose

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