Shelby

My name is Shelby. This is my poetry.

The Weight of Silence

Looking down at the poor book, All it can do is look. Waiting to be read, So much to be said. Waiting so patiantly, To be read very peacefully. Words are written, So when people read them, They're smitten.

My pages are thinning, Wanting to be read. The dust fight is winning, Once they open me, They'll want to keep reading ahead. It's okay to be alone. Every once in a while, You may read me at home. Or while running a mile.

Voice Poem

I have strawberry blonde hair, Everyone else has red or blonde. Does that mean I don't belong? I have blue eyes,Everyone else has brown or blue. My family is funny, I can't joke even if my life depended on it. My family is short, So I guess I belong there. Most of the time I don't think I belong, Just as long as they love me, That's all I can care.

I Am Poem

I am A sister A listener A thinker

I am The watcher The helper The talker

I am The rocker The singer The hard worker

I am A musian A sleeper A laugher