5/10/19

pelted by rain,

cascade of strawberry yogurt blossoms

wrap me up in your branches 

and never let go

-

This was so short I couldn't think of a title for it, so I just titled it with the date, since it kind of corresponded with the poem anyway. 

@Leafy, of course! Your poems are always beautiful. I'd kill for just half your talent. <3

Here's a poem I wrote a few days ago, the first half is way better than the second, mostly because of this one phrase in the first verse.

Insecurity's a Punch to Society's Gut

i. Who are we, other than the

victims of reality's genocide?

Who are we behind the artificial smiles and self-inflicted depression?

ii. sometimes I wonder if I'm 

the only one who's

worried if the world will crack under the weight of our ignorance

iii. Trapped in life's endless maze,

panicked footsteps echo in

neverending dead ends

(Reality burned the map for good measure)

iv. who are we? We are mere

passengers on the Titanic, sailing on

life's ocean, riding the waves as they

rise and fall

rise and fall

(and when we sink, just

hold you breath and close your eyes) 

Hello! This is my first ACTUAL post, but I think I have a good poem to share with you.

Look down

Look down at your crystal clean shoes

Don't look up

Don't look up at the morning streaks of pink and yellow or the cold black night sky 

There is no hope 

There is no hope for you, you will always be hated

You will not see light

You will not see light  when your world is dark with hatred

But there can be hope

But there can be hope if you remember you are loved, even if you can't tell

There is someone

There is someonne waiting for you, waiting to embrace you, waiting for you to cry into their shoulder

Remember there is always light even in the darkest of rooms, just waiting for someone, anyone to discover it 

Rainbows, Sunshine, and Thunderstorms-a poem about the ups and downs of life

I felt the wonderful sunshine rays hit my face

I was as happy as could be

I skipped along to the rythm in my heart

I wandered free, free of my worries, free of my responsibilities, free

I loved the way the sunshine rays hit my face, it filled me with joy

Life changes, and you don't have a say in it 

The pounding rain hit my window

The storm shook my room

The tears rolled down my cheecks as I cried into my pillow

The world was not the same

I hated the way the thunderstorm raged, it filled me with fear

Life changes, and you don't have a say in it

A rainbow is the solution, It is a reminder that there are bad times, but it also sheds light on the joyous times

You will have a rollercoaster of a life, but there will be rainbow, there to help you through everything

BE A RAINBOW 

This is just a poem I wrote when I was bored. Please comment and criticize!

Go!

There’s places to go!

There’s people to see!

The world isn’t waiting,

For you or for me.

We must go now!

Simply ‘sometime’ won’t do-

This is the best time to go,

For me or for you!

But what if- you dread,

We experience delay?

Then there’s all the more reason,

To get on our way!

I simply can’t wait,

To go somewhere new!

Because the world IS waiting,

To see what we’ll do!

Hey guys, this is my first post, and I just wanted to get some opinions on my poem. 

Go!

There’s places to go!

There’s people to see!

The world isn’t waiting,

For you or for me.

We must go now!

Simply ‘sometime’ won’t do-

This is the best time to go,

For me or for you!

But what if- you dread,

We experience delay?

Then there’s all the more reason,

To get on our way!

I simply can’t wait,

To go somewhere new!

Because the world IS waiting,

To see what we’ll do!

In the Wind

~~~~~ 

I sigh

The sunlight filtering, a phase

Of warm golden-orange

Tinted lovely rays

Softly rustling my hair

And green-yellow stained hays

Tenderly caressed by the wind,

The Dapples and the Bayes

Sitting here, in this pasture

A hidden grassy maze

Secrets lie, unknown 

And sunsets to always praise

Memories, here are formed

But not so, in this case

This is the Wind of the sea,

Not that of this place

As I struggle to remember

Those long-lost old days

With myths alive and stories

Of those bonnie bays ahaze. 

I look out over the waves

of glory's emerald and deep sapphire,

Seeing the simalarities, ablaze

Between that and of this meadow, with the sun set afire.