Sana Olivia Hernandez
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A single, beautiful,
Pure white rose.
I hold it gently in my hand.
Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
...
Little Brother,
Please don't cry.
Though the world is dying by.
I'll give you wings,
...
It makes me hang my head down low.
It takes the brightness of my glow.
The reason for this I dare not name.
Please forgive me,
...
World War One and World War Two,
Even after all we've been through,
The sky is always blue.
...
What is justice?
Your enemy's blood?
Would that suffice?
Or would you rather steal what he loves?
...
I see no one else,
Just you.
And now I don't know what I'll do.
There is nobody for me, but you.
...
If life's like a box of chocolates,
Than what is it you've got?
Delicious candy to eat?
Or maybe you'd rather not...
...
Crumpled paper and a split pencil,
Inspiration longed for,
And scribbled emotions.
Horrible writing!
...
If the world would smile,
People would be nice,
Cruelty keeps it frowning.
...
I scream for justice,
Not only for myself.
No, I scream for a world,
That's like a fake pearl.
...
Young eyes,
The age of six.
I'll smile simply for a Twix.
I worry not of others opinions.
...
Can you feel my everlasting love?
Can you feel my naive forgiveness?
Can you feel my unhateful tears?
Can you feel the treachery I feel when you kick me when I'm down?
...
After a long day,
Of sadness and pain.
It is only appropriate,
To end it with rain.
...
Ponder with me,
What it is to ponder.
To think and to dream.
What it is to wonder.
...
Sana Olivia Hernandez Biography
I was born in Roseburg, Oregon on March 31st. I have loved reading and writing for many years now, though I didn't really get into it until 5th grade. I have no published books/poems, just a lot of kind and encouraging comments on my poetry that I truly appreciate. Without so much support, starting with my English teacher Mrs.Mudrich in 8th grade, I doubt I'd ever bother with poetry. I still consider myself an amateur author. I have had no published books or proper training or real teachings in the art of writing other than what is provided with a public education (Language Arts and Reading, etc.) Writing is my hobby, however not my main passion. I use it as a another way of letting out my emotions and thoughts. If anyone is actually reading this, I thank you for reading what I have to say and for your kind comments and patience. -SOH)
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Flower Shop Story
A single, beautiful,
Pure white rose.
I hold it gently in my hand.
Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
Illuminating a diamond wedding band.
This must be a dream,
I think, for I had never loved before.
Before the man in beautiful light,
Walked in to my little flower store.
A lavender rose blooms,
We are still,
Neither moves.
Not one word is spoken,
Not one breath taken.
For now we simply are,
Two halves of one another.
But will we still be together if and when I awaken?
A simple hello,
Rosemary scent lingers.
The vibrant color of orange rose is soon noticed.
A simple touch,
The touch of a tulip.
Red poppies all about.
A day,
A smile,
A week,
A kiss.
A primrose soon follows.
A year,
Then two.
Season after season.
Spring's first daisy.
Summer's honeysuckle.
Fall's oak leaf.
Winter's ivy.
All tied together with a red tulip
A blooming rose's thorns appear.
One of which pricks my ring finger...
And mistakes are made.
From silence to shouting.
Followed by the scent of rue.
A jealous eye glares.
A black rose is soon there,
To kill every flower in my shop.
Roses are ripped
Violets are crushed.
My life and love are no more.
Greedily the black rose stole more than it bargained for.
All that remains is aloe, chestnut, and small seeds of bird's foot trefoil.
On the cold, hard wooden shell,
I place a bouquet of forget-me-nots and marigold.
And whisper farewell.
My tears silently water my lost love and flowers.
Deep underneath the cold, dead earth.
A single, beautiful,
Pure white rose.
I hold it gently in my hand.
Never expecting light to shine where I stand,
Illuminating a diamond wedding band.
This must be a dream,
I think, for I had never loved before.
Before the man in beautiful light,
Walked in to my little flower store.
-SOH
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4/25/2024 8:44:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi Sana You have had a creative spring and summer. If the time seemed to go fast, it's probably because your imagination was accelerating the ordinary pace of things. The beginning of a school always involves a shift of energy, a change in habits, an absorption in the school calendar. But I will continue coming to your site here at PH, looking for the NEW POEMS which I know will arrive if not often, at least memorably.