Literature Poems

“Black”

Bombs are red,
White is Death’s first look;
Black is the color
Of Liesel’s first book.

Yellow is lemons,
The river of stealing is blue;
The Black sky holds burnt stars
Death has a queue.

Green is pea soup,
Cigarette smoke is grey;
Black is painted on windows
To keep strangers from coming during the day.



“The Word Shaker”

Liesel Meminger
Cunning, Hopeful, and Lively
Who loves simple words that calm
Who feels a desperate need for a dream at night
Who needs her best friend with hair the color of lemons
Who fears separation of family once again
Who’s like to see books and people be united as one
Who dreams of words curing the impossible
Who ends up confused of the past and yearning for the future