An Anthology Of Poems

1. An Anthology Of Poems By Allysha Leonard

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3. Notes Towards A Poem That Can Never Be WrittenAn inspired piece by that of Margaret Atwood’s There is a place in which we dare not go. The Unimaginable area at the bottom of our brains, Where the thoughts of unknown or that cannot be thought up Seep through and leak into the dark mass of a black puddle Holding all of our insecurities in a sheathed coat of wire To hold our fated hearts back from breaking To know truth, That is where an unwritten poem sits and holds all the answers. It holds all things relatable to the soul, All things that remain hidden from our known world. Here is where I fight the wired gate To break through to my deep dark innards To find all secrets to myself and the world around me. I know this place exists inside our heads, For If I Am to think it up, it must exist. But what exists is not to be seen or heard or even spoken of. For our rationalities hold us back from experience and possibilities.

4. (Cont) Will you fight your iron gates? Will you questions what is thought to be real? Who will find that poem that can never be written? An even greater question is, if we even want it to be found. This test of faith might be what keeps things interesting, I fight hoping one day I will come across that unwritten piece of literature, Though I am at peace with the idea of it always existing there, In the unimaginable Never to be foundNever to be thought.Never to be written.

6. I Am A Warrior of the 21st Century. I hold pride in my own future, knowing it is possible. I push through my pain in hopes of Our Generation. I find peace in the unknown, and accept it. I allow people to be people. I accept whatever is thrown my way. I defeat the darkness with my will of light. I search for beauty in the little things. I run towards the hills of forever that hold new ideologies. I grasp my lighted torch, and hold it high for others to see. I am Allysha Leonard. I Am A Warrior of the 21st Century.

7. Biopoem ~Allysha~ Socially-Awkward, Musical, Quirky, Cats Who is the daughter of Brian Leonard and Pam Leonard, maiden name Daniels. Sibling To Aria Sydney Taylor Leonard. Lover of Justice, Familia, and Spirituality. Who feels dedicated to her dreams, life is hardships and lessons, and all is equal. Who needs love, peace and happiness. Who fears loneliness, rejection, and loss of meaning. Who gives good vibes, a shoulder to cry on and a hand to hold. Who would like to see world peace, acceptance of all shapes, sizes, race, religion, personalities and disorders, and less negativity and depression. Resident of Santa Cruz, Northern California. Child of stardust and created from animalistic energy. ~Leonard~

9. Woodland Wonders Across the glistening stream, standing on the neon colored rocks, stands a girl, long and tall. She perches next to the dancing water that twirls around the river rocks, She leans over slow and steady, pouting her lips and awaiting the cool touch of water to take away the dry wear and tear to the pinker shade of lavender. Green eyes dart up to the mountain ridge, taking in the sight of a Blue Fox. He spoke; “Never trust the waters, You might fall in.” And with a sniff and a pounce the Blue Fox dove into the brush, disappearing into the brush like a fish diving deeper into thick waters

10. Ignoring the foxes waning, the girl leaned in closer allowing the tips of her long shiny blonde hair to spread about in the cool water She couldn’t wait any longer. “Stop…” Whispered the overgrown trees shaking in the wind. The girl ignored, only thinking of her own needs to taste the fresh mountain water freshly melted from snow. The sun peeked through the canopy, shining down to reflect of the busy water, blinding the girl, but she still leaned even closer. A touch and a ripple, the girl begins to drink. She drank and drank and drank, eventually causing the stream to change current down into the depths of her own stomach. Her weight grew in size and she filled up like a giant balloon sucking up all of the magical woodland surroundings. The trees, the neon colored rocks, the sun, the stream, even the Blue Fox became engulfed in the girls enlarged innards. Feeling sick she began releasing all the water and surroundings back up her throat and into their original places, right back where they belonged. But it wasn’t right. Everything had lost color. The rocks were gray, the sky-white. The trees navy and the streams water, was black and thick like smudged, overused oil, creating a sea of grief. Nothing was, nor will ever be, the same.

11. My Imaginary Friend You came in through the ouji board, My Imaginary Friend. You drew me a picture of some sword With pigs blood and a hen. Tall, dark, and no eyes But your smile welcomes me. My shadow is your own disguise And you scare my bullies like One-Two-Three You tell me to never speak of you So I’m sorry for this poem But when you whisper to me all afternoon I can’t help but show’em I know you think I’m the best Cause you say you want my soul That’s the greatest honor from all the rest But our friendships taken its toll You can’t have my soul, my skin, lungs, or hair Those things are my own parts, But there’s one thing I’ll give, of it please take care You may have my heart.

13. Shy Richard He’d hide, He’d Cower He’d Bark, Always Sour His eyes showed Fear Though I meant no Harm When I cam Near He was no longer Calm Though it seemed he knew my name He’d Retreat Every Year I Came I tried treats It only resulted in Defeat It hurt my heart to see those eyes So I decided to no longer Try Years went on, and I noticed a change He’d NO LONGER Hide Every year I came No need to hide, cower Bark, or be sour So I gave him space, and he’d show some love I guess that’s all he ever wanted Something to not fear of

14. BereftAn Inspired Poem By that Of Robert Frost’s I bereave, grieve, and hold the candle to the closed door. Upon the entryway reads a name in which I dare not speak often. For if I did speak her name, others would blame their disposition upon me. I grip the copper knob and switch the hardware to an open state. Slowly, I push the door open to an untouched room. She slept here, in the quilted bed.

15. She exercised her beloved activities on the Oak desk over looking the window. I remember her telling me when I was young, “Work hard at what you love, but never let your love become your work” Her voice echoed through the room bouncing off the walls and she was there. Her Verbal vibrations rippled through the room and into my ears. But that was just a memory. And her touch was just a backward look to the past. The window was left open and her room had built up a smell of must. And the wind had caused a build up of leaves to dance around Where she had once danced.

16. I thought I heard her sing. I could have swore I saw her dress twirling as it did when she spun circles. But all that was left were shadows. Slowly I fell on her bed, wanting her to touch and hold me as she used to when I would cry. But her lap was no longer there for my heavy head to rest. And suddenly, the true feeling of loneliness rushed through me. She was gone. And I would never love another

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