Biography of Emma Alberts
I'm 11... Yes,11. You can believe it, but if you don't, that's your problem. I'm from northern Wisconsin (GO COW!) . And... Hmm... What else...? And I'm a girl if you didn't know already... I like to write meaningful poetry that inspires others because most people at my school moan when the teachers says that we're starting the poetry unit, but they don't understand the possibilities and depth you can have in poetry! I hope my poetry inspires you! ! ! YAY! Yeah yeah I knew my profile used to say that I couldn't put anymore poems in here, but I changed my mind. SCREW THE CONTESTS! lol
Emma Alberts Poems
Putting money in the bank Feeding the pig He eats it with joy And does a cute jig
Dorks Picking nose Doing homework constantly Bad taste in clothes
Son And His Mother
I call the person Who will never answer Then remembering He died from cancer
Forget Me Not
A patch of forget me nots Lay on the battlefield Showing each solider That fought and died
Changes (We All Hate Them Right? Except ...
I do my best But that's not enough I gotta be strong I gotta be tough
Dreams Never Come True With Me (Nothing ...
Flying through my only dreams Knowing they can't come true But whenever I wake up I don't even have a clue
Some Lonely Street
Walking down some lonely road Leading to nowhere And never-ending Just a broken road
Dog fighting Just a sadistic contest Two dogs put in a pit Tearing each other to bits
Alone On This Earth
I search high and low Around, left, right I run in cirlces My chances, very slight
That Unbeaten Path
Why do you wanna tell me How to live my life? Who are you tell me How to live my life?
Winnie The Pooh
Pooh bear Cute and chubby Rumbly tumbly in my tummy Clean and bubbly in my tubby
Sounds, Sights, And Smells
The sound of a heart being broken The sound of my tears falling from my eyes The sound of the wind whistling through my hair The sound that always makes me cry
What Am I Missing?
I'm lost in my own fate Where do I go from here? I'm loosing all I used to know My future doesn't seem so clear
Everything I Miss
Doesn't everyone have these days? Or is it just me? Where am I supposed to go? What am I supposed to be?
Everyday when I cry
No one hears me
Everyday I wonder
Where I truly belong to be
Everyday when I talk
No one hears my words
Everyday I walk outside
I want to fly off with the birds