Life gave me lemons
First, He threw them at my body.
Blue and purple bruises
Artistically painted onto my skin.
He caressed his knife
And then drove it through
The soft skin of the lemon,
Its sour juice spraying the blade.
With ease, He then swept his blade
Across my cheek.
The lemon juice stinging my skin
As deep, scarlet droplets
Spread across the floor.
He picked up half of his lemon
And squeezed it into my right eye,
Then my left.
As I cried tears full of faith
He sat there and watched
As the juice trickled down my cheek
Into my raw cut.
he took a hold of a lemon,
Gently stroking my bruises
With tender love and affection,
Before threateningly lifting his hand
Causing me to flinch.
he dropped the lemon
And let it roll across the floor.
life gave me lemons
So I made lemon meringue pie
By: Kiran Matharu
Hi everyone, I thought I would do something a little “untraditional” and put up a poem that I have written. This poem is based on the famous quote that says, “When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.”
Why would you make lemonade when you can make something so much better?
There are going to be many events in our lives that challenge us and continually beat us down. Our real challenge is not whether or not we can make it through those ordeals, but rather to find the rays of light that shine down on us in those troubled times, no matter how sparse that light is. It’s really difficult to see the bright side of things at times, but the bright side is always there. Sometimes we just have to look a bit harder to notice it and let it flourish.
Miss Teen Hamilton Region-World 2013