Biography of Jasmine Robert
My name is Jasmine Emily Robert and im 19 years old. I started writing in 7th grade and that's when i discovered that writing was my thing. I published a poem in 2009 called I Used To Be. I used to live in New York City, Queens, New York. My family and I moved to New Castle, Delaware and i attended William Penn and Graduated June 5,2008. Also now attending University Of Delaware and hoping to persue a writing career in the near future and preforming arts. And i do go back and fourth between New York and Delaware.
Jasmine Robert Poems
A Magical Place Called Wonderland
White Rabbit Wonderland In A Dream Rushing
Snap, Crackle, Pop
On the fourth of July the waves crash and splatter into shore. A fire burns with the cracking and popping of wood. Under the blanket you can feel the sand squish and move. The bang and the boom in the dark sky.
I Want To Be An Actress
I want to be an actress I want to be a star. I want to be in the spotlight right where you are. You're there I want to be there too.
My Name Poem
Jasmine Joker Admirable Shy
Travis The Terrible
This is an adorable little creature called Travis The Terrible It lives in toys, trees, towers, and transformers A Travis eats toads, trampolines, tornados and tomatoes It likes trucks, ticks, tortillas, and tests
Sitting in the library Working on an assignment When a stranger caught my eye He was, I am guessing middle aged
I Am A Worry Wart
I’m a worry wart and I worry about everything. I worry about my mom. I worry about my ex-boyfriend coming back and showing up at the place I am with his new girlfriend. I worry about keeping my grades up and graduating.
I wish I were a Millionaire, Then I would be without a care, It would be like floating on air, It would be fun,
Trustworthy and True Six years me and you Sharer of secrets, laughter, and dreams Fashionistas and partner in schemes
Friendship is a box of secrets That you can’t let go But if there are beautiful colors Friendship is like a rainbow.
Spring is the season of rebirth The awakening from a long winter sleep The beauty of green from the brightness of the sun The flowers that frolic in the fresh scented breeze
My Sense Poem
New York City I see lots of lights
My top secret crush I wish he knew how I felt Guarded is my heart Shaking, soaring, when we pass
I Used To Be
I used to be a freshman,
Zero credits to my name,
Lost, confused, and overwhelmed,
Wandering in the hall.
Now I am a Senior,
I’ll graduate in spring,
No longer lost or overwhelmed,
Traveling in the hall.