Posts Tagged ‘poem’

Some think I am weird

afraid to come to near

but I am not to be feared

 

He thinks I am a disease

expecting me to please

this is what he sees

 

She thinks I am poser

burning me with her smolder

wanting only for me to hold her

 

You think I am an inspiration

playing with your imagination

all of Me is a collaboration

 

They think I am insane

pushing to me to detain

but my spirit will not be slain

 

I think we can be free

if only we choose to see

each person selflessly


Inside this book is a story.

A story waiting to be told

but something deep inside

is making me withhold.

Written on these pages is a story.

A story wanting to be free

but something deep inside

is not letting it be.

Composed on this paper is a story.

A story yearning to be read

but something deep inside

is refusing to be said.

Printed on these lines is a story.

A story aching for a start

but something deep inside

is denying its true art.

Inside my heart is a story

A story seeping out

but something deep inside

is preying on my self doubt.

I was browsing topics and came across this blog http://viewfromtheafternoon87.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/ever-wonder/ This post inspired me to write this poem. Hope you enjoy!

Sometimes I wonder.

Who comes here?

Who places their feet,

where I ponder?

Sometimes I question.

Why is this life?

Why do my eyes cry,

is this a lesson?

Sometimes I think.

Will things change?

Will my heart float,

or continue to sink?

Sometimes I hear.

What are the words?

What can they do,

to dissolve my fear?

Sometimes I wonder.

Who comes here?

Who sits with me,

While I ponder?

Over the past few weeks I have gained many new followers and just wanted to share this poem again with everyone, I think it represents both me and my blog quite well. Enjoy! ( I have been kind of busy lately and hope to have some new stuff up within the next few days)

There Once was a Girl who Lived in a Box.

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.

I started a Words of Unwisdom YouTube channel where I will be posting inspirational videos and a few creations of my own. If you have any videos you would like to share with me please do. Also I’m hoping to do a Video blog once a month on a range of topics (depending on my schedule). Right now all I have posted is a simple video of my poem There Once was a Girl who Lived in a Box, but I plan to get more content up in the next few weeks. Check it out if your interested and share it if your inspired to do so!

Lie

Lie always

Lie never

Lie then, lie now

Lie for you

Lie for me

Breathe

Breathe in

Breathe out

Breathe deep, breathe slow

Breathe while sleeping

Breathe while awake

Cry

Cry more

Cry less

Cry morning, cry night

Cry when happy

Cry when sad

Think 

Think hard

Think soft

Think less, think more

Think in madness

Think in peace

See

See everything

See nothing

See loss, see bliss

See the light

See the darkness

Live

Live once

Live always

Live caged, live boundless

Live with love

Live with freedom

You are the vine, roping me tight

holding my limbs when I put up a fight.

You are the tree, grounding my soul

I tried not to let you but my heart you stole.

You are the tear, falling from my eye

when I have no answer for my why.

You are the moon, lighting my darkness

showing me peace in all its starkness.

You are the sun, warming my heart

letting me know we will never part.

You are the song, ringing in my ear

calming my sadness, tabling my fear.

You are the wind, washing over me

keeping my spirit open and letting me be free.

SUFFERING internally, 
for possible eternity. 

STRUGGLING with constant thoughts, 
fearing an inevitable loss. 

FINDING a way through the maze, 
much of my life spent in a haze. 

LOOKING for a place to leap, 
no rest for the sad and weak. 

CRAWLING my long way out, 
too many real feelings of doubt. 

BEING dragged into the darkest hole, 
now there is nothing, nothing but my soul. 

I wrote this poem after watching a documentary about a boy named Evan Perry who suffered with bipolar disorder and took his life at age 15 because he couldn’t get free of the madness. RIP Evan.

I am not the Lover

I am not the Kind

I am not the Mother

I am not the Blind

I am not the Air

I am not the Sound

I am not the Fair

I am not the Found

I am not the Funny

I am not the Birth

I am not the Money

I am not the Earth

I am not the Tame

I am not the Bad

I am not the Blame

I am not the Sad

I am not the Wild

I am not the Scared

I am not the Child

I am not the Shared

I am not the Safe

I am not the Birds

I am not the Waif

I am not the Words

This is a poem I wrote in middle school about not being defined by the words the world uses to define you. I strive to be undefinable!