I had a thread a long time ago, but it pretty much died since I wasnt contributing to it at all for a while.  So I am going to try to stick with this one, updating it regularly.

I think I will start this new thread with a poem I wrote last week. 

A blank façade
Covers a complex painting
Vast and solid
Internally filled with riddles
I cannot find purchase
On its silky smooth surface
But when I manage a handhold
I will be face to face with her soul

Oh, very nice Alexis. Maybe you could post some of your drawings too.

I would love to! If only I had a scanner...  I'll figure it out eventually.  I might have to send the pictures to a friend to have them post it on here.

Mother
Seven months apart
Avoiding talking to you
But loving you still

This is a poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade.  I entered a contest and was the only one in my middle school to win, and got my poem published in the Award Winning Young Writers of America 2009 Southern Region edition.
Hope you all like it.

My Wish for the World

My wish for the world is simple:
For people to be loving and kind,
For peace in the place of war,
Where friends are easy to find.

My wish fir the world is small:
For intentions to be pure.
But with robber and killers who become jail fillers,
My wish may be hard to procure.

I wish for the world a day
When everyone gets along
A day to be happy, and focus on rights,
Instead of anything wrong.

I wish for the world a time
When we can gather in sweet tranquility,
Away from the fights and stresses of life,
And relax in our own serenity.

My wish for the world is not much,
When given a little thought.
My wish is very possible,
If people would give it a shot.

:3

Headlights
A flash, a crash
The tinkling of glass.
A pressure on my forehead
Blood on the dash.
I fight the grey
At the edge of my vision,
But succumb to the pain
Of this highspeed collision.
The darkness fades,
Turning to light.
Is this The End?
Should I fight?
I feel a prickling on my back
And my wings burst forth.
Beautiful, downy, white and pure
I face the staircase:
Now I am sure.
I ascended,
My arms extended
Prepared to go home.
I cross the threshold.
All goes dark.
I give a shout
No sound comes out.

I wake in the passenger seat
Being alive has never felt so sweet.
I tell my father I love him, he asks me if Im alright
As his face is bleached by the approaching headlights.

Dreams
A peaceful reprieve
A dream of what couldnt be
But what I wish was.

Autumn
Leaves are changing now
Some are riding on the wind
Others feed the Earth

Nice poems, mine aren't as good, but why do you have long and short ones?

I like all kinds of poetry and sometimes I just want to write haiku.  Usually I do long free verse.

Stagnant But Unsuppressed
I lay in bed
Staring at the ceiling
Where is my inspiration?
Why does my verse lack feeling?
I write upon a whim
To get things off my chest
Sometimes there's nothing to write about
But I try to do my best.
Even when there's nothing obvious,
There are always thoughts inside
Things to rid myself of
The things I need to hide.
A lack of inspiration,
A reason to confide.