Poems By Jasmine Lee

Midnight Midnight, When no cars crawl down the lonely streets, The darkness invites his silent friends, For a party that is not seen or heard, One by one they come in, Shaped as humans, But no live form is around, These shadows are here to stay, They prance in the night, Taking forms of unknown things, In the dark night, Everyone is asleep, The wind may chime a mellow tune, But soon gets lost in the frightening gloom, For there is no moon, To guide you through this ongoing path. Personification

Quatrain Feathers Floating on a silent breeze, A bird flies over and out of the trees, Leaving magnificent feathers in its path, A beauty you can’t calculate with math, Dancing in the air, Passing people stare, Colors of red and blue, Plush and elegant too, Feathers in the sky, I can’t deny, That I was getting teary eyed, Blessed I am tonight.

Fish Bowl In the living room, Across the carpet, Towards the kitchen, Up the stairs, Into the bedroom, Beside the desk, Onto the stool, Over the fish bowl, Into the water, Out comes the fish, MEOW! Prepositiona l

Halloween Alliteration Cut and Snip Silhouettes, Of Ghastly Ghosts, Rip open a pack of Candy Corn, And dump it in a Black Bowl, Ring the bell of a ‘Witch’s’ Warehouse, For Thrilling Terrors, For Spooky Scares, And most of all for Caramel Covered Candy, Halloween Horrors, Child Cavities, Most Memories, Are of Catastrophic Costumes.

Camomile Tea by Katherine Mansfield Outside the sky is light with stars; There's a hollow roaring from the sea. And, alas! for the little almond flowers, The wind is shaking the almond tree. How little I thought, a year ago, In the horrible cottage upon the Lee That he and I should be sitting so And sipping a cup of camomile tea. Light as feathers the witches fly, The horn of the moon is plain to see; By a firefly under a jonquil flower A goblin toasts a bumble-bee. We might be fifty, we might be five, So snug, so compact, so wise are we! Under the kitchen-table leg My knee is pressing against his knee. Our shutters are shut, the fire is low, The tap is dripping peacefully; The saucepan shadows on the wall Are black and round and plain to see.

Cinderella in a Nutshell Dancing with a prince Where I am Cinderella It's twelve, I must go. Haiku

Meadows The green is mellow Home to so many insects A bed for tree's roots Brushing the feet of children The grass is cool and shaded Tanka

Opposites of Seasons Summer, Hot, Sunny, Swimming, Playing, Laughing, Longer days and longer nights, Snowing, Freezing, Sneezing, Cold, Chilly, Winter Diamante