Hi, I'm Natilee, a twice published author with a distinct love of poetry. I'm still in middle school, and hope to one day work with animals. My favorite topics to write about are nature and human emotion. While mainly a poet, I'll also write an occasional
+ more bio informationMoves My Soul It's the pound when the drums hit, The ring of a trumpet. That moves me. The whine of the electric guitar, It can't be far, From my soul. From mallets to strings, Brass to ivory keys, I feel at home. And at the sound of the crescendo, I'll step up to that microphone, And find what I'm looking for. More..
Red is the Sun I run up the sandy shore, My day at the beach spent. At the hilltop sits a young woman, The book at her side unread. She sits watching the sun, Sinking into the sea. I ask her what she's doing, And she starts to cry. "I'm losing my sight,' she says, "I'm going blind" I say I'm sorry, "They always... More..
Sensing the Desert Look. I see the vast sands before me, criticized by the sun The little puffs of scraggly sage brush, a sorry excuse for plant life Listen. I hear the wind cry and howl to itself, saddened by this wasteland The whisper of a vulture's wings overhead as it searches the desert with keen eyes Feel. I ... More..
Frozen I'm standing here at the door, Watching you walk away. You ask me how I feel, But what can I say? You're starting the car, Soon you'll be a cloud of dust on the road. Will I cry, When I'm alone? No, crying is holding on, And this is the end. I'll do as always, Just stand here frozen. Then I'll return, ... More..
Soundless You said ' Don't leave', But I think I must, The things you say to me, The abuse is too much. Now that big city, Is in my rear-view, I'm going home, To start anew. But when I get there, Everyone's a mess. Dead and gone, Is my best friend. What I've learned the most, Through all of this, Is that cu... More..
Definition of stress Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, You know it's bad, When you count along with the clock. You strum your fingers against the desk, Bite you nails a little bit. You want to stop, But there's no way to quit. You flinch and twitch, Shift your weight and fidget. You get some annoyed glares, But they just don't get it!... More..
Nothing says dedicated doggy parent like a dog walking down the street wearing something made just for them. And nothing looks cuter on a dog than his own bandanna. Why? Lets face it, collars just get hidden in the hair, so you can't see them. Bandannas sit on top, and say friendly puppy, because it doesn't look like your dog... More..
The Tree Song Listen, listen carefully. Can you hear it? The bend and bow of each branch? The twinkle and tap of leaf? Or the creak and sway of each trunk? I can. Can you hear the laughter of the stream, As it dances on nimble feet through this forest? Or the sweet notes of the song birds, praising the glorious d... More..
Is it cruel? Like many things in this world, there is no easy answer for this question.Are the capture, smuggling, and cosmetic torture practices displayed by many breeders of exotic saltwater breeds cruel? I'd say yes, extremely cruel. Would be right to stop keeping some breeds, like delicate telescope eyed and Moor goldf... More..
Shaded in Gray As I look out this window, across the street I see an artist, painting for money He paints an old couple, sitting on a bench A little girl holding a stuffed bunny A smiling woman and laughing man Who are holding their baby But as I sit, I wonder about these paintings, Showing the artists clients of ... More..
Natilee Stobaugh
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