He did these for school but they are brilliant:
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Work
“Another day, another dollar,” I try to tell myself.
I just wish I could quit.
Irate, unpredictable boss.
Arrogant, self-important hostesses.
Demanding, ungrateful waiters.
My blood boils as I pull into the parking lot.
She is the first person I see.
My anger vanishes completely.
Her eyes twinkle as she greets me.Maybe I’ll quit next week….
Grandpa’s Magic
As I hurriedly devour my burrito, beans find a place on my cheek with ease.
Reaching for my napkin, I unsuccessfully snatch at the air.
Confusion creeps across my face as I turn towards you.
I wonder what you are up to as you clear your throat.
With a wave of one of your hands, my napkin appears from behind the other.
Before I have time to speak, it vanishes again into your palm.
Out of my ear, through your nose and into thin air, the napkin evades my eyes.
Convinced my napkin is gone forever, I decide to steal yours instead.
Anger
It always starts the exact same way;
A meaningless debate
Of no considerable value or merit.
We both know the answer will not change the world,
But we each fight desperately
Craving to be right this time.
We fight for our own vain security,
Assuming we are all-knowing,
Instead of trying to understand one another.
Bitter thoughts enter our minds,
Spawned by the frustration in our hearts.
I feel so empty as I stare at the hole I punched in the wall.
I don’t want to be angry anymore.
My Dream
I awake peacefully to the chirping of birds, one brilliant Saturday morning,
Eager and excited to start the day.
I soar down the hallway and into the kitchen.
The sunlight forces me to squint as I peer through the open back door.
I wander towards the light to find my dad.
He is accompanied by a strange metallic beast.
“What is that?” I shout towards my father.
He can’t hear me…the beast is roaring too loudly.
They move up and down the yard, gobbling up the rebellious blades of grass.
Oh, to wield such a power!
Father commands it with such ease, steering it mightily with a content smile on his face.
This abhorrent monster does not protest against such a dominant leader.
When Dad sees his work is done, he tells the fiend to sleep and leaves him in the back of the shed.
“Dad, can I have a try?” I beg.
“You are still a little too young,” My dad advises me.
I suppose he is wise, but I cannot wait for the day when I may command the beast.
Untitled (Romance Poem)
I often see her
chatting with her girlfriends across the hall.
Thoughts and feelings, begging to be expressed,
enter my mind.
I long to hold her near to my heart,
and tell her how I truly feel.
Her eyes tell stories of happiness and charm.
Her appeal, much deeper than beauty.
Her laugh, like a symphony,
Her gaze, like a sunset.
Is love defined or simply infatuation?
Gifts
I watch
The crisp morning air gently persuade
the dandelions to wave in my direction.
The towering oak trees stand firm, unwilling
to share their great stories.
Robins converse and mock my inability to soar
above the earth.
The king sun smiles down on my brow
and then hides behind the clouds to
give me tender relief.
A bushy-tailed squirrel, suspicious of my intrusion,
guards his well-kept treasures.
Blades of grass, desperate to grow tall
and grand like their admired relatives,
plead for attention from even the tiniest child.
Fallen leaves weep to be so close
yet so desperately distant from
their livelihood.
A cocoon, splitting, gives new life
to one of God’s most beautiful creatures.
I watch Mother Nature’s gifts and thank her for humbling my arrogant heart.
