Doomed — 10.2024
As I crept down the street
Trying to be quick,
For the spirits will come
To chase and haunt me.
I tiptoed on the grass.
So the dead will not scream.
From the grass are graveyards,
Scary ghosts with looming arms.
The bugs on the ground
Crawled up my legs,
And gave me the shivers,
But I kept on going.
I went inside the mansion.
Everything was dark.
I couldn’t keep my patience,
So I lounged at the stock.
But then there was a knock.
Someone’s at the door!
The lamps turned on,
And a shadow loomed over me.
A voice said: what are you doing?
I turned around. Excited no longer.
It was my mother,
Who caught me eating candies!
# Happy Halloween!
A Bird’s Redemption — 09.2024
There once was a bird
With beautiful wings.
But then it crashed
Into a tree.
When I saw it,
I wanted it to thrive.
So, I nursed its
Wings back to life.
When I was done,
I let it free.
It flew away,
Such a majestic thing!
Then it mated,
And flew with pride,
It laid an egg
That hatched a new life.
Out came a bird,
With beautiful wings,
That always stayed
Away from trees.
When I sat in the grass
And picked at the weeds,
That bird
Sat right next to me.
# I wrote this after I watched "The Shawshank Redemption".
A Haiku for US — 09.2024
The perseverance
Of creating the US
Is beyond the ink.
# This is what I thought about in today's Civics class.
The Sun and the Moon — 06.2024
Once upon a time,
The Sun loved the Moon.
They stayed together,
But not forever.
Because daytime was too bright,
And darkness clouded the night.
So the Moon and the Sun
Had to split up.
The Moon for the night.
The Sun for the day.
And both of them
Craved for each other.
Then nature took pity,
And let them meet.
So solar eclipses were made.
When the moment was done,
They will have to wait
For the next one.
# I wrote this two days before I left Shanghai - the place where my grandparents live. It describes my feelings towards Shanghai.
The Decision — 05.2024
There once was a treacherous mountain
I needed to climb; It was in my way
And I had to make a decision,
To turn or go the straight way.
Turning would be dangerously hard.
Going the straight way would be easy.
But turning would make my future starred.
And going straight would lead to misery.
So I went to the harder path that turned
And there were many unpredictable dangers.
There were blazing lava pits that churned
And snowy blizzards that were major.
I got over the mountain alive.
Finally I was with my family, and I thrived.
# This poem received the 2024 Young Writers Award and was published in the Book "A Young Writer's Anthology“.
Just Push Through It - 05.2024
I try to make a happy day.
I try to see the light.
So I push through the haze.
I look for the rare sun rays.
Looking for a positive sight.
I try to make a happy day.
And then one, no… two sun rays!
As thunder leaves the fight.
So I push through the haze.
As I meet the light at the end of the cave,
My day gets less and less tight.
I try to make a happy day.
Now it’s the end of the pain.
Without any part of fright.
So I push through the haze.
People and children are out to play.
As I gain my happy right.
I try to make a happy day.
So I push through the haze.
Night - 05.2024
At night, everything is black.
It scares children.
It allows predators to attack,
As they can hide in the dark.
At night, when children sleep,
After they get too tired,
They dream.
And those can become nightmares.
At night, the nocturnal predators attack prey,
When the prey is asleep.
Their shadows come to the prey’s way,
And end the prey’s life with their teeth.
At night, bad things always interrupt
The eerie silence.
But when you look up,
You will see the stars.
The Goal - 05.2024
Paul had the ball,
And I was running.
I said “Pass the ball, Paul!”
But my heart was thumping.
Paul passed the ball to me.
And I wanted to make a goal.
But gravity disagreed,
And I lost my control.
I tripped,
And defenders came.
My feet slipped,
But I took aim.
I kicked with all my might,
While I fell.
The ball took flight.
It wouldn’t make it, I can tell.
But it glanced off a defender,
And it went towards the goal.
The goalie surrendered,
As the whistle was blown.
The Throne - 05.2024
There once was a helpless and poor peasant,
That had a very unfair and cruel king.
The peasant’s life was very unpleasant.
He had to give up every valuable thing.
Because the king was cruel, the king did this
To each and every other poor man.
Everybody’s anger just couldn't resist,
So they came together and made a plan.
The mighty and revengeful plan was to
Overthrow the unfair and cruel person.
People got everybody they knew,
As the king’s reputation worsened.
Today, when you go to see the throne,
On the seat, there would be a pile of bones.
# This poem was accepted in the 2024 Summer Poetic Power poetry contest and was published in the Book "A Celebration of Poets“.