Short Poems

a fountain pen propped upward on a stack of papers

These are a collection of short poems I’ve written over the years. Some of them were written a couple years ago, some were more recent. Enjoy!


In a clearing of crowded trees stands a home.

There is a fire burning in the fireplace, beckoning you.

The snowflakes are falling slowly outside.

Little cousins play, making snow angels.

The adults are sipping cider in the kitchen.

And a happy teen, lying in her bed.

Her home is where her soul belongs.

If only all homes were like this, warm and inviting,

thinks a sad little boy in the woods, frost biting his nose.


A clatter, a crash, it’s suddenly cold.

The walls are closing in.

An owl hoots, a wolf howls,

the night is pitch black, but it’s only four in the evening!

I am frightened . . . I refuse to be home alone again.

These ones were written for a writing prompt. You were given two words, and you were supposed to write a poem about each. Mine were home and scary.


Blow a bubble into the sky,

you hope it goes where mermaids cry,

you hope it goes where no one dies,

you hope it goes where nobody lies.

Blow a bubble into the sky,

but, alas, it goes as far as I.



Petals falling softly down,

vibrant colors all around.

Springtime, suntime, flowers dance,

slowly dipping in a trance.     

Sunshine, birdsong floating ‘round,

singing, buzzing, sweet spring sounds.

These are my happiest poems (so far). You always need to have some happy poetry in there!


Reaching aimlessly through the dark,

in this blackness there’s not even a spark.

Racing quickly towards the light,

running, beginning, starting my fight.

Please consume me, I silently say.

Make all this night go away.

Turn me into golden rays,

turn me into brilliance, day.

Like a moth to the flame,

a frightening, very dangerous game.

Flying away into the night,

hoping one day there will be light.

When the day comes that I reach the sun,

nevermore will I have to run.

This is one of my sadder/darker ones, and I like how it could mean anything. It could symbolize struggles with depression, anxiety, death, sickness, or any other thing like that.


Fighting with their lives on the edge,

trying to capture the miracle that will save.

United hearts pound, echoing eternal.

Everything has been hurt, mud, dirt, blood.

The faces turn straight toward the danger.

Their minds flash, seeing their family, friends, future, past.

Souls, remembering everything.

They fight for love.

This one actually one a writing contest. So I decided to save best for last!

Thanks for reading!


For the Love of a Cat

cream colored cat laying with its chin on a red petunia bloom

Mischievous, Magnificent, Majestic; these words can only begin to describe the joy she brings. Magic, love, beauty; the thought of leaving her is unbearable. Happiness, laughter, and attention is all that she needs.

When one day she runs and jumps up onto the table; knocks off the plants and spills potting soil all over the clean, shiny floor. Shattered ceramics give the previously wooden floor a new rocky look; she marvels at her accomplishment, then chirps at the sight of me. She knows I still love her, no matter how close the scream is to my lips.

She stalks out of the room with her tail held high, her way of telling me she’s the fuzzy queen here. I guess queens nowadays are more mediocre in elegance because she trails out with dirty pawprints splattering the floor. (this adds to the rocky floor effect)

I am the queen’s servant. I must clean up the mess, for I have no other choice here. And yet I can’t help smiling at the thought of my royal highness. I can’t stop the laugh when my family sees the mess. Because it is impossible to be repulsed when you are a kitty.

-Marie Walters, 2015


Free Verse

girl running in the twilight

I saw the girl running
She was so very pretty
But she fell
And fell again
It seemed as though she did not know she was falling
She repeated that same mistake repeatedly
But her hair was still nice
Eyes still bright
I envied how she did not care
For I never fell
But my hair was matted
Eyes have long lost hope
This girl had too much
How could one be so happy
Was the secret to not care at all
I have always cared so that maybe one day I could be like her
But I now see that it was all a waste
And so I fell for the first time in so long

Saying Goodbye

Stars in the night sky. One cluster is very bright.

Stars scattered around the blurry night sky,

it’s time for me to say goodbye.

The moon shining down, a flashlight from above,

it’s time for me to release my love.

Your shining eyes, my hurting heart,

you don’t want us to be apart.

You don’t understand, I must, I must,

just give me a little trust.

If we felt colors, there would be gray inside,

we are merely ants in destiny’s tides.

You promise to never, ever forget me,

but you will . . . eventually.

True love is deeper than the deepest wells,

so powerful, it you could never sell.

We stand there, I’m about to leave you,

maybe when I’m gone, you can begin anew.

You can get a new family and a home,

then you won’t be on your own.

Then the rain starts falling down,

it mixes with tears and the dirt all around.

So, the last thing I whisper to you

is that I hope all of your dreams come true.

One last hug, a couple of tears,

I’ll be gone for more than a few years.

So goodbye, I say, I love you so,

I’m afraid I have to go.

Away I fly, up to the stars,

past Jupiter, Neptune, Saturn, and Mars.

And on Earth you await my return,

and living your life I hope you learn

to truly let someone go,

and know that you are my home . . .


Dear Past,

blue-sky-bright-clouds-125457Dear Past,

The day you left, the present came

Bought along with a brand new smile, and a brand new face

Don’t know why don’t know how

But this present will overshadow you

Dear Past,

I watched your things being packed away with a smile

Not wanting a piece of you,

To remind me of your horror

I know this present has bought me more

More, that I’ve asked for before

But, I still thank you,

For setting me on a beautiful path,

That I have never dreamed of

Tonight, the happiness is celebrated

With lots of lively laughter

Because, what I have wished for,

Has come to be true

And this present is onto something…

A lead to a beautiful future

Bird Leaves

it’s not very wonderful when the leaves escape,

skittering over the muck hand in hand with the wind.

we need to pin their fragile bodies down

and shove them into stiff brown paper leaf bags.

is it odd that we entomb these tree-children in

the pulverized entrails of their cousins?

would it be better if we left them, soggy and dissolving in the mud,

interlaced with grass, to liquefy and pass away from us?

to nourish the sprightly greenness of a spring lawn

to weave into the food chain rightful place, to feed the worms!

better? that is questionable. but every time the wind comes calling,

I do what I have always done, and see the brave few leaves that leave,

away across the pastel evening, singing through the chill blue rush of air

escaped from the rake like birds set free

Writing a Modern Thanatopsis

Thanatopsis is a poem, written to explain death. However, since the poem was written, time has passed, and our way of speaking has changed with it. And so, I created a modern thanatopsis written in first person. Hope you enjoy!

He descended down from a dark and gloomy shroud of mist,

Dressed in a wide cloak, overflowing with darkness,

I had prepared for this moment, for all of my time,

He took a hard-long look into my soul,

With a cold-stoned face and jet black eyes, leading to a world of misery,

At that moment, all the years I had worked for had deteriorated, my life was parted,

And so were the memories held within it,

The seconds, to minutes, to hours, then it turned to dust,

As I left the mortal world,

I became one with the grandeur skies and lush jungles, 

I ran out into the open, grassy valley,

In which emanated serenity and tranquility,

I listened to nature’s teachings, bringing me closer to happiness,

But as time went on, everything began to crumble,

Finally, the volt white ball giving off light sunk into the horizon,

And a cratered one took its place,

Like yin and yang,

Each there to balance each other out,

Pain and pleasure, old and new, life and death,

None without the other,

And so I came to the realization that I should let go of my past, 

For the new to start their very own,

And so, I gave one finally everlasting goodbye,

And sunk with the sun,

I had found many humans weeping over my physical counterpart,

That I went down gladly,

In hopes of a new light,

I was once again reunited,

For one last lullaby,

And went down into my soft and earthy bed,

Where I would rest for eternity,

Not regretting a single moment,

I began my slumber,

With a heaping of happiness