I will put in the box
shadows gently shifting in the depths of an enchanted
emerald forest,
...
Red, brown and beige,
...floated through the air.
They wisped through my hair,
...like a night breeze.
...
Millions & gaziilions of lights twinkle & shine,
What are they asks this brain of mine?
Dust and gas swirls, whooshes and falls,
...
I went with my family to Langkawi in Malaysia, and we took a boat ride through the mangrove swamps. In this poem I wrote down all that I saw and felt.
Warm golden sand moulds countless feet,
Salty waves caress your every heart beat.
...
The Magic Box
I will put in the box
shadows gently shifting in the depths of an enchanted
emerald forest,
silent echoes of memories that tread softly through
your mind,
dazzling dreams that weave in and out of sleep.
I will put in the box
stars smiling in the night sky,
russet autumn leaves falling softly to the ground,
water caressing like a rippling whisper.
I will put in the box
lambs contentedly playing in spring days,
the last silver laugh of a much loved aunt,
the first flight of a duckling.
I will put in the box
a snow leopard creeping in the dense velvet darkness,
dolphins gliding in the icy blue water,
nightingales singing in the golden sunset.
My box is fashioned from diamonds, clouds and mist,
with crystals on the lid and fantasies in the corners.
Its hinges are sapphires that never break.
I ski in my box,
on the slopes of the steepest mountains,
then skid to a halt,
and trudge excitedly back through the snow to start
all over again.
I think your poems are great Qulsoum! You seem very mature for your age. Keep up the good work! ! : @)