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Misha Nivota's Poems

The Falling Leaf

I was on a walk

on a Saturday morning

then I stopped

watched it fall ever so gently

a single leaf……..

as orange as fire on the tip

but close to the stem, a crimson red

I went over

picked it up

lifted it

so it covered the sun

only the rays showing                                                    

I walked home

the image in my mind

I painted it lovingly

but not even a painting by Picasso

could capture the emotions

of the falling leaf

Autumn-falling-leaf

 

 

Mt. Storm King

We hiked so long all the way to the top

We had many a break for some rest

When we came back, on the floor would I flop

But until then I shall take on the test

We had quite long breaks at bench one and two

It was at bench 2, when we had our lunch

“Were the 6th graders having their lunch, too?”

I wondered as I took many a munch

Oh yay we are on our way down from now

For my red eyes were closing steadily

I wished for some milk from a dainty cow

So I skipped back to campus readily

But now all I do is homework and play

Which is not akin to NatureBridge day

 

Nature Bridge

Nature

Nature is cool

Nature is fun

Nature is for everyone

Nature comes in different forms

River, creek or giant storm

Nature is connected

With you and you and you

So if you help the nature

It will help you too!

The Secret Garden

When he married her

Healthy and strong I grew

She would come in the morning

To see me full of dew

She tended me with care

So I would look nice and new

But, then she died

And he closed me up

For years and years to come

But her soul lived on

Hidden inside me

to be continued…..

Theo

I was looking forward to so much today

That he didn’t even cross my mind

But when I heard the news

Only worry paraded the street that is my mind

And when I heard the vet’s recommendation

My heart fell with sorrow

I found myself with him alone

I sat there thinking for a while

Then I kissed him on the head and said

Oh Theo, I know you didn’t get a long life

But I hope you got a happy one

 

Fall

The leaves on the trees are turning red, orange, yellow

The weather turns cold

The school year starts

Summer is over

Fall has begun

Life

You are a baby in the morning

You explore the world

You eat lunch as a successful adult

Doing what you love

You close your eyes as a senior

With the happiest life

What Are We?

Who Am I

Who am I?

Am I a dream, a game, movie character or a person

Is this my future self looking down at the past with disgust

Is this a cheery movie that a family is watching

Or is this a game made by some mad coder

 

What is my life

What is my life?

Is it a weird video game like MineCraft

Is it a movie about someone’s life

Or is this a little girl’s dreams of what she may become in the future

 

What is this world

What is this world?

Is it a dream made by a different universe

Is it the regrets of a world of starvation and disease

Is it the nightmare made by a perfect world Or is it really our own world

My Life

I have the best type of life. 

I have enough, but not too much.

Though, sometimes I forget.

For I ask for a thousand things.

And after they say NO

I remember that I have the best type of life.

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