wordsofhonestunwisdom

I stumbled across some of my old poetry while going through the memory box my Mother made for me when I graduated. I love  reading through my old journals from school. Sometimes I feel like a completely different person than when I was a child but in the same respect   I sometimes feel exactly the same (there goes my ambivalence again!). Here are 4 poems I wrote from grade 5 to grade 8. The first is a poem I wrote for Remembrance Day in honour of my grandfathers that fought in both WWI and WWII. The second poem is the only limerick I ever wrote (definitely not my strong suit!). The third poem is also not one of my best but I felt the need to share it because as a child and an adult I am always questioning why things are the way they are and what if they weren’t that way, what if? The last poem I wrote from a personal experience. A family member very close to me was in an abusive relationship for a long time and thankfully she was able to break free, I wrote the poem years after she had recovered from the relationship but as you can see it still was affecting me. Hope you enjoy!

Soldiers Lie

Soldiers lie in the darkness of death.

Soldiers lie in the grass of the cemetery.

Soldiers lie in the poppies of the summer.

Soldiers lie in the freedom of our country.

 

A Weird Limerick

There once was A TIME

WHEN I wrote a RHYME

About a BOY that FLIED

HE flied and FLIED until HE DIED

THAT was the time that I wrote a RHYME

 

What If?

What if the sky was green?

What if down was up and up was down?

What if?

What if the grass was purple?

What if guys were girls and girls were guys?

What if?

What if people were green?

What if one was two and two was one?

What if the whole world was different?

What if?

 

Why didn’t I run?

We used to love each other every single day,

But now I cannot wait for him to go away.

 

I don’t know what happened? He used to be so sweet,

But now all he does to me is hit, kick and beat.

 

He made my daughter watch as he slammed my head into the wall.

There she stood shocked, amazed and then she started to bawl.

 

Why do I let him do those horrible things, why don’t I run away?

Why do I put up with this pain day after day?

 

He made me think it was my fault that he did those thing to me,

But deep down inside I completely disagree.

 

I’m fed up with all of this, I’ve already started to pack,

And next time he try’s to hit me I just might hit him back.