class. It was to write a story or poem from a child's point of view.
There were others too. Write from the opposite genders point of view, animal point of view. And a few others.
I had fun with this one. I hope you will too.
OUCH MY KNEE
Wisdom, known but avoided
Why? My heartache of course!
Can you really catch a rainbow?
I didn’t think so…..
Are you sure?
What is my pot of gold?
Do I really want to know?
But why do we chase rainbows?
Can you feel a rainbow?
not, we ask why
When, for us life is good, we forget to care
To love others, to listen and to share
The sun shines high up in the sky
The world below, rotates, not asking why
We forget others have worries and strife
Stressed by daily struggles and what is called life
how will you be celebrating Burns night? I trust that you won't have to wander too many a weary foot before you tuck in to your haggis and tatties.
And being POETS day you have all day Saturday to recover if you indulge in a wee nip ....
It's been brewing inside me for sometime but I don't have a safe place to write. Someone might ask why I'm crying... I don't know if this is a finished work. Just thought I would share.
A child whose heart was chiseled away
Piece by piece
beyond your words
I thought you would love me with the strength of a storm
I was totally wrong
You are just a soft breeze
You can't reach my soul
You are playing with fire
You can't burn my desire
You are a little dreamer
You don't worth my time.
We trek across an amorphous dream
Vague shapes weave into obscurities
Drawing me in
Extending a hand behind a smiling guise.
Spiral front and then back again
In a barrel we spin in disarray
Reaching to wipe the tears from another eye.
Mind eclipses everything...
something you want
you never look at me that way any other time
stalling and waiting, we're wasting f*cking time
I do it every time I'm with you that's probably why time flys by.
sighing, I can't stand to look at you right now.
I want your attention
don't talk to me
Your old mans old quiet lesson.
Let the smaller ones go, they still have a life to grow.
Sometimes you'll drag up branches from the bottom, and sometimes you'll lose a good one.
And sometimes while you're reeling in your line, you'll realize you're trying to catch yourself.
We can't forget our past no matter how hard we try.
But the tears we cry ,can wash away the demons inside.
It doesn't take much for our past to return.
A sound or a song, and those memories burn.
I wish we could forget the thoughts that haunt our soul.
So we could look forward...
This is its currently completed form..I'm not sure if I will edit it in the future though..as something still feels missing..but..not missing.
I have lived a thousand lives in your eyes,
Painted portraits of a thousand angels
In trying to capture you on canvas.
I have seen the...
It touches me softly, I almost miss its grace, I am not sure if it is love or just love disguised as hate
I've thought i've known love but this I am not sure, for my heart beats with passion but not with passion pure
Love seems to be in my reach, it slides through my...
What little bit of what's left of me
almost died today.
Those things that mean so much in this world,
I lost along the way.
I met a man as cold as me.
He found what i had lost.
He turned around and gave it back..
He knew just what it cost.
In a world so cold and hard...
as he walked away,
For there was nothing left to say.
The words they once exchanged,
Were simply rearranged.
She began not caring anymore,
As she danced alone on the floor.
The music that filled her head,
Erased the lies that were said.
As she danced around the room,
sometimes go,When the shadows fall long,My mind drift back to aged memories,Of the crashing waves of my dreams.In the dappled sunlight of green and blue,The cooling blue breeze refreshes,Sharpening my resolve yet again,To peer once more into my yesterday.The lid’s creaky...
Beauty, love, all the things that I need
I'm lacking, I'm lacking, I never succeed
I'm forever in need, always in want
And all I can do is sit and watch
As you give away those things I need
To everyone but never me
How easily they fly from your arms
To those who I see...
Theres a Man with a heart of gold
Does he know this has he been told?
He sees the world so logically
Emotions and feelings he says dont come easily
He has many wise words for people to hear
Those who listen are the ones he holds dear.
The lyrics he writes are his personal game...
hot and hurtful sand
that grow nothin' but
rise'n in the scorch'n,
inside cold minds,
whole cloth lies
stink putrid with
that cracks young will.
inside cold hands,
stings wide eyes
and galls thin flesh.
You won't believe what I just heard.
I promised I wouldn't say a word.
But you're my friend, so you I'll tell.
I know you'll keep it to yourself.
Come, I'll whisper in your ear;
I don't wouldn't want someone else to hear.
Now what I've told...
My stepson arrived whilst we were away,
Oblivious was I on that wonderful day.
My husband, he knew, his child would be born,
Between son and his wife, emotions were torn.
I never found out until much later on,
For a whole ten months, the prize I had won.
The confession it came...
Before you read my poem you should know it uses symbolism, and it's free verse poetry.
My flame used to roar at one point.
Orange, yellow, and red bursting brightly.
Happy I stayed.
No worries but to go play.
Years past and my flamed has dulled.
Dreams of youth eternal.
The sweetheart of all she touched.
The heady laugh that charmed all men.
The world at her feet she embarked
A journey of such cruel outcome.
Yet how could she have known,
That the end would be so far away?
The night is cold though,
Cecilia turned up...
Light scars glimmer on these wrists
You see my scars when I turn and I twist
Right in plain sight but nobody sees, right in plain sight take a good look at me
Long dark hair, caramel skin
Beauty outside and hatred within
Sin in my blood and blood on my hands
and 4th, 2015
I miss you terribly
As I write this I have no way of knowing
If you will ever get to read it
As I write this
It is over a month since we talked
I did complete your present before your birthday
This is in addition
I can only image what you must...
I live in a car
that's been burned out for years.
The guy that was driving,
His bones are still here.
I was with him when it happened.
We were both drinking beer.
We went off a cliff.
The fire burned up our tears.
I am waiting for judgment.
My soul shakes with fear.
don't let anyone in
Be nothing, don't let anyone see you
Don't let them see you, don't get too close, the closer you get the harder the blows
Silly girl, silly girl, you should've known, the truth doesn't just hurt it kills the soul
Be what they want you to be, stay in your...
game, so we'll play extra innings, and make some overtime plays. I am so happy we finally got drafted on the same team. I'll deffently induct you into my heart's hall of fame.
Call the scouts back, no new talent left to aquire. You are love's MVP. I present to you now my heart...
The silvery remnants of activity,
Reveals the hidden pathways of snail.
The network, a labyrinth of tunnels,
Leads me close to the working ants’ trail.
A cavern warm and dark beneath hedges,
Stores a visitor who reveals all at night.
With its prickly features it endears me...
Let me fall and disappear,
Let me become non-existent anymore,
Push me off I beg you,
My hands are burning me from holding onto this rope,
I’m holding on, thinking you are still holding onto the other end,
I’m wrong, I’m foolish, I’m stupid, reckless for letting my heart...
except for one thing, they have four feet.
so tiny and pink,
makes us often wonder and think.
They put such smiles upon our faces,
running and playing in their own little oasis.
They've never known such pain or fear,
they are ours to...
You are my life
You are my light
Your so sweet like honey
Your sometimes so sweet, you melt my heart
You make me smile every time i see you
You make me blush every time i see you
You take my breath away
Your always there for me
Your always in my heart
Nothing makes me happier...
10 feet away,I’ve lost the strength or will to say.The trail was once was so full and bright.I fall asleep this lonely night. Youthful days when I was me,Of sunny days when I was free.Remind me of the life yet known,Among them all, I feel alone. When I was...
afternoon, feet aching, sweat beading down your forehead and a smelly man in front of you, you've been standing in the same spot for oh about an hour and you're pretty sure that bird near the trash can is a animatronic, in some strange miracle the line takes one step forward...
and thinking of you,Wishing for wishes,Wishes to come trueIt's a quarter of threeI'm awake and dreaming of you,Thinking of things,Diamonds, rings n blingIt's a quarter of fourI'm awake and waiting for you,Counting the minutes,For moments too short.It's a quarter of five,I'm...
” my tutor has said,
But ‘things’ always got in the way.
“Pick up that book,” his voice would command,
“You must read a chapter a day!”
I put a book on the side, right next to my bed.
And for a week, I only gave it a glance.
Even the book then began to demand...
ramparts. I'm a silent giant defeating the tyrant. The villain in me making it's plea. Willing and and dealing to keep me weak. Telling me what it's going to be when it never ends up being reality. I'm on the train and the strain is on me. Spring will bring my weary soul to life...
One look from you, I bare my soul
Rarer than you will ever know
Forbidden love, friend or foe
I cannot hide, what I cannot show
Exquisite torture, I hesitate
Led by longing, lust, or fate
But through every pulse, you resonate
Made all the sweeter for the wait
Touch me now with...
bleeding the colors of yellow, red, deep shades of orange fading to dark purples, fading yet still to darkest of skies. He takes his slumber for the night, turning his reign over to his queen of the sky, with her soft moon light. With her she brings the soft twinkling of the...
I was just a child,
and you a man,
now I'm an adult,
look at me if you can.
I'm no longer the child,
You sought to destroy,
the innocent life,
you claimed as your toy.
now let's see you hurt me,
let's see you try,
but you can't hurt me,
as I'm stronger inside.
You stole the child...
when my angry daughter, once again told me that I was dead to her. Things got better after a while, but she periodically decides I'm dead to her.
One Of Those Days
It's one of those dreary days
when it would be so easy to quit.
Just give up and not be bothered
when you look at me? What do you see, when you think of me? What do you dream, when you dream of me?
Do you see, the frightened little girl, that hides inside? Do you see, the woman afraid to be free? Do you see, me holding together a tattered heart?
I often wondered, and...
when spring brought flowers and sweet sounds to my ears
The days when we were exploring life and finding out about each other
Good days filled with working and building and nights filled with passion
Being so tired at the days end but never too tired to make love to you