This is not my poetry but I really enjoy Shel Silverstein poetry because it is so unique and creative. This poem reminds me of Thumbelina, good childhood Disney movies :)

One Inch Tall by Shel Silverstein

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).

Not my idea..

pop, poured, popping in a pack of ice polluting Pepsi, passionately, paired perfectly, platonic love, pale brown, your palate pampered in palinode

Wizard Of OZ

i strut through the field
each foot collecting mud
my hair blowing in the wind
i look over as i hear a sudden thud

a tree pulled out right from its roots
the wind is knocking down all the trees on my road
i'm scared and walking around them
i hope the world doesn't explode

i feel like shouting 'Aunty Em, Aunty Em, where are you?'
looking for a tornado shelter that doesn't exist
i finally reach my front door
only to find the door knob won't twist

i am

birds chirping as the strawberry pink sunrise appears
i get in the black audi sitting sitting in my driveway
look in the mirror and reverse
creating a triangle between the road, the driveway, and the car
onto #11 hwy
its infinite
going on forever
driving crazy like a fox
i pull over to smell the sweet hyacin
quite nice
i walk back to my car and wonder what they would look like a dark cherry colour

MY manifesto

the poems must be based on a true story
day after day I act in a way I can write about
even about that day I went to the old quarry
this is when the truth can come out

I write it and read it for my sister
she always read me stories as a child
I said "tell me a story before I go to bed mister"
jumping up and down going wild

waking up in the middle of the night
sitting in my dining room
thinking with all my might
silence in the air, not even playing a tune

a place where capitals are dismissed
I own the pen, I am the commander of this ship
frantically thoughts run through my mind in a list
heck let loose, make a story and go skinny dip

typical sunday afternoon

give me back my controller
a punch to the air
this kind of behaviour was simply bipolar
we all just need to learn to share

a charge at my standing body with all her force
tackled hard to the ground
as if she were a trojan horse
my limbs feel unsound

rolling back and forth shes on top restricting me
i spit up in the air
it came back down like the mediterranean sea
i always lose even when i don't play fair

she presses 'A' to start
and now she goes around the track playing super mario cart

rainbow cupcakes

few thought of the two as bakers
there were many who thought they could be the cupcake law makers
they mixed all the colours creating beautiful layers
as they put them in the oven everyone said their prayers
surprised as can be everyone ended up to be takers