Sammi's Precious Poetry Page

Hi and welcome to my poetry page. Here you will find poetry not only by my favorite poets, but also friends and something I have written. I hope you enjoy your time spent here.




This poem is very special to me. It was written for me by my best friend. I'm not really his little sister, but in my heart he is my older brother and the best one who ever existed. I love him with all my heart. Thank you for everything Ethan! I'll always be your little Grasshopper!
Thank God for a Little Sister

It was a bright and sunny day
When mom and dad went away.
To the hospital they had gone
A place I was not quite fond.
Grandma said they would bring back a gift
A bundle of joy that would make our spirits lift.
What could it be? A puppy? A toy car?
This little bundle was more, by far.

They came home in 27 hours.
Mom was tired, but glowing with power.
In her arms was a little basket of pink
And inside was a baby that would call me a fink.
I looked up puzzled, and asked what this was.
Daddy said it was my little baby sister.
I looked and smiled and she gurgled at me.
I thought "WOW", dad said her name was Sammi.

Through the years I thaught her the important stuff
Like how to throw balls, jump, and be rough.
I protected her from the bad guys of the world,
And she bandaged my cuts real well.
Now, after childhood is gone,
My baby sister has become a woman.

She is lovely with grace as she sways down the aisle
But nothing could fade her childhood smile.
The bad guys are gone, and she can jump just fine,
But she still smiles as she puts her hand in mine.
I still protect her the best I can.
It's tough when she's interested in a man.
I want to be bold and scare him away,
But that's not fair, it's her life today.

So I support her in all she does.
She's the best little sister that ever was.
There will come a day when she may be as big as me,
But she'll always be my little sister Sammi.
When she leaves home I'll truly miss her,
And thank God for my little sister.
-Ethan Shore




I'm Beginning To Fall

A butterfly flutters...
No, that's my heart.
Thoughts of you overwhelm me.
I feel so wonderful
When I think of you.
You tell me I'm beautiful
And special.
What is a girl supposed to do
Other than begin to fall
In love with someone
Who makes her feel as I feel?
To you,
You know who you are,
I'm beginning to fall in love with you.
-Sammi Shahan



Forever drifting
Lost amidst darkness and confusion
There I saw you, a golden beacon
Illuminating the murky darkness that engulfs me
Oh, how I reached out for your light, grasping, clutching
Yearning for its warmth, its comfort
Flames flickering, consumed by twisted Fate
Bitter winds I could not shelter
Our glass vessels shattered upon the cold, harsh rocks of reality
Despair. Anguish. Regret. Loss.
All a fleeting breath away
What is there to feel?
I am the captain of my ship, master of my fate
Think what you will, I alone realize the truth
What foolish games we play.
-Peter Hun



Pale rays of the silver moon
Reflections within your eyes
Reaches the depth of your being
Exposing a fragile beauty that is you
Hope, ever the denial of reality
Lashes onto the soul, pierces your heart
The sparkilng bitter-sweet tears you shed
Honey-dew drops cascading downwards
As everything turns to dust.
-Peter Hun



I wandered lonely as a cloud

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand I saw at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such jocund company:
I gazed-and gazed-but litte thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
-William Wordsworth



The Garden of Love

I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I had never seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
-William Blake



A Friend Lost
A friend lost.
A heart torn in two.
A tear soaked face
Calls out in desperation,
Why?
Why does it have to be this way?
Hands clenching,
Trying to hold onto that last piece of hope.
I don't want to lose you,
But I think I already have.
I'm sorry.
Please come back.
Don't be another friend lost.
-Sammi Shahan



Lament for the Moths

A plague has stricken the moths, the moths are dying,
their bodies are flakes of bronze on the carpets lying.
Enemies of the delicate everywhere
have breathed a pestilent mist into the air.

Lament for the velvety moths, for the moths were lovely.
Often their tender thoughts, for they thought of me,
eased the neurotic ills that haunt the day.
Now an invisible evil takes them away.

I move through the shadowy rooms, I cannot be still,
I must find where the treacherous killer is concealed.
Feverishly I search and still they fall
as fragile as ashes against a wall.

Now that the plague has taken the moths away,
who will be cooler than curtains against the day,
who will come early and softly to ease my lot
as I move through the shadowy rooms with a troubled heart?

Give them, O mother of moths and mother of men,
strength to enter the heavy world again,
for delicate were the moths and badly wanted
here in a world by mammoth figures haunted!
-Tennessee Williams