The Wild Clothes

Hi,

Today I’ll be sharing with you a poem I wrote, inspired by how the weather effects drying clothes outside.

I hope you like it.

The Wild Clothes

Thunder Roars

Lightning Clashes

The Night is Dark and Cold,

As a Barefoot Girl

Runs to Catch

The Wild Clothes

Tossed by the Wind

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Thanks for reading, I hope you liked it.

Now a peek at one of my older poems,

Snow in Springtime

“Snow in spring time, white flurries cover the ground.” -Kylli Berg

Leave

Hi,

I was looking out my window today, wondering what to write, when I saw it.

The perfect subject for today’s poem.

A dying tree.

Leave

the tree outside

my window

is dying

dead

branches at the

top

their leaves

fluttering away

too soon

but

the leaves

still left

are shaped

like

a

heart

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I hoped you liked this poem.

The actual tree, the star of this poem, is smiling smugly outside right now. I’m sure he’s bragging to all the other trees and making a regular nuisance of himself.

I’ll probably be hearing from the other trees soon.

They are waving their branches at me and look very annoyed, so I better get going…

But before I go, here is a quote, that, while it doesn’t have anything to do with this post, I think you will find it interesting.

Gravity

“The world has turned upside down, like gravity changed it’s mind.” -Kylli Berg

Driving Lesson

Hi.

Hope you like it.

Driving Lesson

Take a breath

relax

adjust

the seat

foot off

the pedal

I move

slowly slowly

turn the wheel

don’t

crash crash

you’re doing it

go round

the

parking lot

stop at the traffic cone

alright alright

you’re done.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now, the quote I am going to share with you today has literally nothing to do with this post (I couldn’t find a quote that DID have something to do with it), it’s from something I wrote long before times of corona.

I think you’ll find it interesting to look back on.

Change

“The holidays are over now, by the time they roll around again, we’ll be different people, inside our souls.” -Kylli Berg

2020

Hi.

Enjoying 2020?

Maybe you’ll enjoy this.

2020

Oh,

2020,

How we will miss you so,

The world will be forlorn and brokenhearted,

Without your delightful practical jokes.

We will miss you so!

We will miss you so!

Oh, such woe!

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Thanks for reading this, I hope it gave you a chuckle.

Here’s a quote from one of my more optimistic poems…

Liberty

“I only know, the silent smile, that seems to shout, to all the world, “I am free!” -Kylli Berg


Life

Hi,

I know I haven’t posted in a while, but I finally have a new poem for you.

It was inspired by the garden I have been growing, specifically the herbs started from seed. They’re little sprouts now, and their bright, full of life, green, would cheer anyone up.

So here it is.

I hope you like it. I hope it cheers you up.

Life

Bright green sprouts struggle towards the light,

fighting to glimpse the sky,

to grow into what they were always meant to be,

to live and grow old,

to watch their offspring struggle towards the light as they did,

then, finally, to droop and dry up,

leaves breaking apart and gliding on the wind,

flying toward the sun.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a quote from one of my previous poems,

Hear

I hear the sun gaily dancing, I hear summer prancing.” -Kylli Berg

Liberty

Hi,

I was inspired to scribble this poem down late at night by the great quantity of poetry devoted to the glories of freedom and liberty and suchlike.

I know I haven’t posted in a while, things have been kind of hectic the whole world over.

I do hope you like it.

Liberty

I know not how

to speak

of liberty

as the great giants of history do

I only know

the silent smile

that seems to shout

to all the world

“I am free!”

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it.

Now a look back at an earlier poem of mine, in case you’re still bored.

Listen

Stand quiet in the silence,

listen,

listen close.” -Kylli Berg

Hidden Again

Hi,

I could have written another poem about hope, but I didn’t want to overdo it. So, here is a poem I wrote that I want to share with you.

Hidden Again

The sun peeks out,

throwing back the curtain made of clouds

to gaze upon the earth,

but then,

startled,

she hides away again,

trying to find the courage to smile.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a look back at one of my older poems,

Distant Stars

“Stars, shining, lighting up the sky with their brilliance.” -Kylli Berg

Onward

Hi,

I know I’ve written other poems about hope, but I felt like I needed to write one today.

I hope you like it.

Onward

Deep down in your soul,

is a tiny spark,

that when the need is great,

burns into a flame,

it urges you onward,

saying,

“don’t give up,”

it is the thing the world calls hope.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it.

Now a look at another one of my poems about hope,

Hope

“Hope is that part of you that refuses to stop.” -Kylli Berg

Hear

Hi,

Today I will be sharing a poem I wrote, it’s a bit different than usual, but I hope you like it.

Hear

Step quietly through the forest,

stop,

listen,

what do you hear?

I hear the birds singing of their joy,

I hear the stream flying fast through the woods,

I hear the wind whispering in the leaves,

I hear the fox stalking it’s prey,

I hear the forest.

Listen closer.

I hear…

I hear the moon hiding behind the sky,

I hear winter sigh,

I hear the sun gaily dancing,

I hear summer prancing,

I hear the world.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a look at one of my previous poems,

Listen

“Stand quiet in the silence, listen, listen close.”

Blossom

Hi,

Today I was inspired to write this poem. At first it was about flowers, then I realized how many flower names there are. Then it became about children too.

There are a lot of girl flower names out there, but not a lot of boy ones, so there are more girl names than boy names in this poem. I’ll let you figure out which ones are supposed to be the boy ones.

I hope you like it!

Blossom

Flowers blossom,

bright red roses,

shining white lilies,

deep purple violets,

radiant daisies,

red and orange poppies,

pure white jasmines,

pale pink clovers,

purple-blue sage,

yellow or white yarrow,

flowers in a field,

or children in a park,

far away you cannot know,

listen close and watch them grow.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a glance at a previous poem of mine,

Child

“tiny hands

reach out

little eyes

open” -Kylli Berg