Slurpy Posted January 19, 2007 Share Posted January 19, 2007 Ok. Here are poems. Feel free to read and/or comment, but I'd prefer it if you read them before you commented. These are just some I knocked off randomly sometimes. A Plan I was brought up one day Up to an angel’s point of view. And in the sky, Miles above the Earth, I saw. I saw a child teased in a schoolyard, Her dress billowing as she ran from the jungle gym. I saw white boys harassing a Negro, Tears of hate coming as fast as the insults, Flying off his cheeks as he launches a punch at the leader. I saw a man in an office, Giving up on his life’s dream. I saw a 5th grader working on a project, Throwing the papers to the floor, Shouting, â€I don’t understand!†I saw a husband shouting at his wife, His empty beer bottles strewn on the floor. I saw a boy listening at the door, Silent tears trickling down his face. I saw a girl sitting on her bed, Her blood-covered razor held at her arm. I saw a teen looking at tear-streaked papers, Glancing from his report card to his girlfriend’s final letter, His hand reaching for the revolver, Pulling the trigger to stop his broken heart. Everywhere I looked there was grief. A girl looking in the mirror at her unidealistic figure, A woman deciding on an abortion, A young private dying on the battlefield, A 50-year-oldbattling cancer. I asked the one who brought me, “Isn’t there one happy moment, One joyful time, One peaceful hour?†Then I was shown a criminal in a church service. Then came the altar call. The sinner came forth And confessed his sins. I realized what my guide brought me to realize. Even though things look bleak And the world seems out of control, There is one who loves you, One who cares about you, One who gave everything for you. God has a plan. Blessing or curse? I fear it most, yet it is my lifeline. It is dangerous, yet it ties me to reality. It is different, yet in some places it is not extraordinary. It hides me and reveals me, it saves me and condemns me. It is the thing I cherish, yet it is the thing I’d gladly trade away. I immerse myself in it, it consumes me. I bring it to life, it is with me always. I cannot escape it, yet it is my escape. It is my mind. By the Light of the Moon We’re different, not the same, Yet somehow similar. I a girl, you a guy, Yet we both enjoy reading, Composing poems, songs. You’ve perfected your ‘poker face,’ Never hyper, Never out of control. Yet I’m stuck with aces around, And you can tell By the look of ecstasy on my face. You can’t wait for the musical-- My lifeline-- to be over. Yet I wish it were a long time ago, Way back when, Back when we started. Started to dance, Started to sing, Started to get to know the people around us. Started to realize Realize what good friends we have in each other. Time flies when you’re having fun, Yet this month seems to have reached warp speed. It seems like only yesterday We were sitting in the chorus room singing, Laughing, Talking. Sometimes it feels so awkward To be around you. And you must feel the same about me If not more. Sometimes we don’t communicate, Sometimes we just don’t care. Yet when the weather is fair And our separate lives have gone well, We are united. United in the music, United in the poem, United in all the good times And the bad. I don’t know about you, But I feel That even though we are sometimes different, Our friendship reaches down, Down into the depths of the ocean, The core of the earth, The core of our hearts. It may not seem like we have much to grasp, But we do. And I think That as long as we know each other, That we could never stay angry At least I couldn’t As you very well can see. So as the sun of the play is setting, I feel a new moon rising In the horizon of my heart. That moon is our friendship, And it shall stay in the sky. And we shall be friends, Wandering, Talking, Forever, By the Light of the Moon. Misty Night Denial She hid her face in the pillow, trying to deny her deepest suspicion. The old, closety smell mingled with the scent of her freshly shampooed hair. The tears flowed onto the crimson sheets. She remembered denying it in the loudest of auditoriums and in the quietest of glades. She remembered walking past the people shouting with joy to the place she could truly be alone. And yet, she was never alone. Someone always followed her, trailing behind her, listening to her every thought. She tries to deny, but the mist is clearing in her heart. She sits and hums to herself, trying to make a happy melody, but all her notes turn minor. It wasn’t like all the other times. The first time she just slipped in, not fighting, not resisting. The second time she tried to deny, but the stress crushed her will. But this time is different. She must hold on. There is no way she can give up, give in. She must hold on with her all. But people know. They know what she is trying to deny. Even her own thoughts turn against her. She sits, thinking what went wrong. When did her sunshine-filled hope turn to her darkest nightmare? She dreads going to the halls where it lies. She now fears every moment near it. Interacting is out of the question. All she has now is to withdraw into herself, the only safe place left. Yet even her mind, her heart, is turning against her. There is nothing she can do but plunge in and ignore. Ignore it, its allies and even her own thoughts. And it? It is beautiful, yet it is her worst nightmare... Indescribable I sit and stare at a blank page, a blank page that I could fill with the most romantic poem, the saddest story of tragedy, even the most heart-warming tale of pure friendship. Yet I can’t put into words how I feel about you, lest I betray my heart or mind. You are so much to me, at times a friend, a companion; at times a brother, with whom I can entrust my darkest of secrets; and yet at times when I see you, it’s like my throat locks tight, my head whirls, my heart sings a note so pure and powerful destined for the heavens. I sing a simple melody, and at the thought of you, if my mind doesn’t intercept with a thought of reason, no matter how irrational, the notes tighten up. It may seem anti-climactic, a sweet melody being tarnished by a heart, but my heart needs a place in the melody as well. I don’t know what’s wrong, we’ve known each other so long. But there’s something in your eyes, in your voice, in your smile, that’s almost indescribable. No amount of words could describe the something there, that something which is so different. That something strikes a chord, weaving itself into my life, my thoughts, my heart. That something merges into the beautiful symphony of the universe, a small yet irreplaceable melody in the great revolving, reviving, glorious song spiraling to, from, and throughout the heavens. My life wouldn’t be the same without you. Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse; my mind seems to regulate the effect you have on my thoughts. And in turn, my thoughts regulate my waking and sleeping hours, allowing and trapping me in the catacomb that drags me into a spiraling pattern of thought. You are all I could ever ask for... Memories Never Die I knew you vaguely from gatherings, I saw you each day at school, But I never realized What I was missing. It started with a poem, A song, A sigh. I registered that you were familiar, But never made the connection That you’d be the one who’d steal my heart away Then I started thinking about you when I passed you at school, Noticed you at large parties, Looked forward to the times When I’d see you again. I tried to convince myself “He’s not the one. Too cute, Too cool, Too out of my league.†Yet I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I tried to ignore My heart’s tugging Leading me blindly To you. Like a drunk to alcohol, I needed you more and more. I became dependent on you. Fed off of your words, Lived off of your eyes, Those beautiful eyes So wide, So kind. So deep, So enchanting. Then you were gone, The big finish over, No more hours Of staring at you, misty-eyed. All I had left Were memories. Many, full of The good, The funny, The shocking. I gathered these up; Scattered marbles, Wandering clouds, Floating in the breeze. I searched my mind Looking for the times When you were funny, Kind, Generous. All I have All I have now are memories That’s all. No passing you at school, Few times I see you anywhere. Now I truly live off memories Fueling my days, My sleepy nights. I miss you more than the earth, The moon, The sun. I know I’ll see you again In my memories, for Memories never die. I thought I had it all sorted out. I thought I knew what was going on. Apparently I was wrong. Torn between the truth and a fantasy. I look to the grey, cloud-covered sky, Hoping for answers, Receiving none. My feelings in a storm Raging like a tornado, Ripping apart my dreams. In the hallway I see my whole life pass me by. Not bothering to turn back. Why do you torture me so? My dreams about one thing, My thoughts always wandering back to you. Some nights I lay awake and think, “Do you really care?†You say you do, but you act like you don’t. Actions speak louder than words, But words are the only tangible thing I have left. Tears of confusion and pain run down my cheeks, As I compare your words to your actions. You make my life worth living, Yet you turn my life into a war zone. My doubts and dreams, my reality and my fantasy, Are all in conflict 24/7. And you, in the midst of the gore, Aiding both sides. I need to know what you really mean. Do you mean to help, or harm? Are your motives malicious, or decent? I’ve known you so long, And yet I know nothing about you. Woah. I forgot I had so many. Ok then, I'm done. 'Night all! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
martinsheerin Posted March 8, 2013 Share Posted March 8, 2013 The poems are really nice. I like poems because they express your feeling. I am writing a beautiful poem for my mother that i will present her in mother's day card. I choose an online design template from an online card store because I am not good in craft. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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