Biography of Paige Scott
I have loved poetry ever since I was little. I wrote my first poem when I was 8 or 9 and have never stopped since then. I hope to have a volume of poetry published one day, and if it isn't too ambitious to be reality, to be published before I graduate high school.
One of my favorite poets is Emily Dickinson, and I sometimes try to combine her style with my own. I hope that can be seen in my work. You should notice also, that I love using the simile as well as the metaphore.
Paige Scott's Works:
none, YET! : D
Paige Scott Poems
An angel set the sky ablaze With an orb of crimson fire— The smoke that rose was a purple haze That spread o’er the flaming sky.
The Treasure Box
I have a treasure, dear friend of mine. I have cherished it long, you know. Really, it’s a part of me; I am ready to share it though.
On The Melting Of Snow In Spring
*** One of my Christian themed poems.*** The Potter took a lump of clay and shaped it with His hands. And when ‘twas finished all did say “’Tis lovelier than all.”
Softly the rhythm beats, pulses and beats; Quietly the music notes fly. Like a charmer it’s magical melodies Mesmerize— enchant—lead away.
Into The Mist
***One of my Christian themed poems. Allegory.*** Strolling down a sylvan path,
I remember the look on his dear face as he told me “I love you.” I can see myself, heartbroken, saying that I loved him too. I remember that I held his hand while he whispered “Goodbye, dear.”
The Christian Does Not Fear Thee, Death
The Christian does not fear thee, Death, Nor does he dread the grave; For thou art just a means of wealth That one day he shall have.
A Rhyme Of Simple Praise
How beautiful is creation On this warm, sunny day. How grand to see God’ creatures His own sweet words obey!
The China Cup
A dainty cup and saucer grew upon a stem. And pretty little ruffles adorned the both of them. The China set was yellow and gently washed by rain— Of course by April showers the cup is filled again.
I look at clouds of gray and white And yearn to float away. It would be nice to sit on one, For all the livelong day.
In The Back Of My Mind
*- Once more, a challenge from my sister. She gave me the title and said 'Write something. I know you can do it.' With her around, I'll probably never get writers' block! ! ! -* In the back of my mind, though I’m smiling,
Do You Remember Love?
Do you remember love? It was so long ago; Yet I remember dearest one, And I want you to know.
*-I was up late, and my sister challenged me to write a poem. I told her I could not possibly do so on a whim, without any 'inspiration, ' but she persisted. She said, 'Call it 'The Light'.' So here is my poem- written on a whim, very quickly done. Hope it turned out alright! ! -*
Through the sky, an arrow flew—
The head was all aglow—
The others sat—like sparkled dew or pebbles—
In the nighted river’s flow.