My poetry self publish project.
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Poetry self publish project from katherinean2015

Uhill English 10 poetry self publish project

I decided to write a little poem about life.

Life is

Life is long;

You grow from a new born baby

To a senior

Life is short;

When you look back, it all seem

Like one year

Life is bitter;

There are always troubles,

One after another

Life is sweet;

There are always moments,

Which are full of laughter

Life is lonely;

The path of your life is for yourself

To walk, not any others

Life is warm;

The hope and love are the most

Precious things you’ll encounter

Sweetest Noise

For my grandma, I miss you.

Your voice is like knocking a piece of wood with a rock

So loud, like hammering a nail into the wall

Like someone thumping the table

Like a crowd clapping together, 

when they are jeering at a ridiculous public speaker

Like a furious journalist typing on the keyboard

A rock band playing their craziest song

A fierce battle field

Like millions of horses galloping on the prairie

Rhythmic like a metronome working loudly

Like a hare tapping the ground

A pecker pecking a tree

Like raindrops hitting on an umbrella, on a stormy day

Like heart beats in a horrible nightmare

A drum being hit by an angry drummer

Random, like popcorn popping in the microwave

Like hundreds of metal balls 

dropping on a table from ten feats above

A brick breaking into pieces

Like an actor stomping on the stage

Like hail hitting a fragile roof

The firework on a festival

Non-stop, like the fighting between two children

An alarm that you want to stop

Like a rattle drum played by a little kid

A flock of birds pecking your head

Like 8 naughty kids running upstairs

Like 5 workers building a house

Like the warm and comforting sound I heard when I get back to home,

And my grandmother is preparing for dinner.

The White Dandelion
by Katherine An

So much depends upon

A white dandelion

Illumined by the bright sunshine

beside the green pine tree.

Make a Wish

Poetic response to "The Metaphor"

Candles are burning on my birthday cake,
All my friends are singing,
What wish shall I make?
My thoughts are flying.

I should wish for a prettier look,
I should wish for more friends.
I should wish for not living in a box,
With that white picket fence around.

Candles are burning,
My friends are waiting,
I can not make up my mind,
With all those people watching.

When the candles extinguish,
Warmth vanishes and lights disappear,
but I haven not made my wish--
a party that goes on forever.

The Whisper of the Hollyhock

A poetic response to "The sound of the Hollyhocks" by H. Garner

The flowers love to talk,
Daises roses and the hollyhock.
When it is silent, you can hear them so well,
Now, hush, a story is they are about to tell.

Beside the window, there used to be Rock,
A young man who was always listening to the hollyhocks.
With a heart that is broken and future chosen,
He kept his own dream forever unspoken.

One late Autumn night, I had a nightmare,
I saw a star falling across the still night air;
Like a diamond fell into heaps of coal.
With it, there rose a young man's mournful soul.

Twelve Hint Fictions in Only Six Words.

It is so amazing that only six words can tell pathos or love.
Which one touched you the most?

1. Painfully, he changed "is" to "was".

2. "Wrong number," says a familiar voice.

3. First heartbreak. Nineteen years wishing.

4. She was lovely. Then things changed.

5. One candle, unattended. Only ashes remain.

6. I leave. Dog panics. Furniture sale.

7. Married. Till fatness do us part.

8. Cancer. Only three months left. Pregnant.

9. Imagined adulthood. Gained adulthood. Lost Imagination.

10. Relationship expires; leaves a bitter aftertaste.

11. Nothing to declare. Much to remember.

12. New start. New you. Not you.

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