Biography of Kimberly Atwood
Hello, howdydo, and how are you? I'm a 10th grader who loves to write. Anything, really. Short stories, prose, poems, novels, How-To books, the whole enchilada. But just poems on here. I hope to pursue a writing career, and if not that then philsophy. My favorite animal is the elephant, and my back-up is the hyena. I enjoy making my friends laugh, so I guess I could be called a comedian. I enjoy Math, Launguage Arts and Usage, and Art classes. I draw when I have time, and hope to be an illustrator of sorts. I am Christian. My favorite colors are... um... blue, green, and purple. (And in that order!) Favorite food would probably have to be mashed potatoes, hands down. And anything sugary. I like to visit the local library regularly, and I enjoy long bike rides. If you want me to read your poems, mesage me! I'd be happy to read, comment, vote, and critque any poems. Thanks!
Kimberly Atwood Poems
Shed A Tear (The Poem That Rhymes So Muc...
I shed a tear here; Oh dear. For this year, I fear
The Night Before Christmas (Outcast Vers...
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, every creature was stirring, running from the mouse.
We all have flaws, We all ahve problems we can't fix. We all have obstacles, All the lies, all the tricks.
You smile And laugh it off I know it hurts you. You try to hide it,
All At Once
Once upon a time A young girl thrived On hurting others And living a lie.
Pile on the jewlery, Load the makeup on your eyes, Coat your lips in shiny gloss, In attempt to muffle your cries.
You let your bangs Fall in front of your face In attempt to Hide your disgrace
Where Art Thou?
Romeo; Where art thou? I think you should be here by now. Do not fret; Dear Juliet; I am coming for thee.
Living life It's harder than it seems Your heart Has divided into teams
The Big News
He beckoned me in, Then sat down at the table. His eyes were wide and dark, What you might see in a fable.
Are You Ready?
Are you ready everybody? Are you ready everywhere? Whether it's deep down in the ocean, Or way up in the air?
Only As Perfect As You Make Them Out To ...
Some people seem perfect, Kind, caring, and not a hint of lust. But what they're lacking is spirit, A trait that is a must.
A lone, deserted island And a single palm tree. It's not very much, But it's good enough for me.
I Need A Place
I need a place Where I can just be Chill in my jammies And find the real me
Healthy and strong.
It's something I think about
All night long.
Fabulous and loved.