Young Writers Society

the song of waterfalls

Night sky was a playful pink
the happy river was a steady song
singing an azure melody
with an assured flow
and upbeat blues
A sudden drop
of waterfall
came at full roar
Splash
an unknown sound
with a familiar nuance
all the same
the water fall
into a flow
of infinite dreams

I love you

Blue eyes
Brown skin
Manly man
were you not?
they think
this is what matters?
what we want?
when
an encouraging pat
a supportive smile
a nonjudgemental eye
is enough
for me to adore you
love you
never leave you

letter to memories

You know right?
a little girl
waited for you, if you
even remember
to cheer
to clap
to just show up
to be proud
but as she stood there
a lost soul in a crowd
her eyes wandered
to find a familiar face
she kept her expectations low
to be honest it didn't matter to her
if you were there or not, existed or not
foolish were her views I know
but sad was the reality that made
her think of this hard truth
the light that shone
on the stage
blinded her eyes
from the people down below
a hope twinkled
that maybe someone
will stand up and hug
after her performance was finished
busy and working?
heard that all the time
Father; I know I know
the problem was never
your loss presence
but the utter ignorance
of your own blood
your own child
it was easy, maybe
for you but not for a kid
who saw others
hand in hand with their superheroes
sharing stories of everyday
with a smile on their face
and had to pretend to
not care
soon the act turned into reality
looks like she doesn't care
for real now
for her heart was bleeding
sorrow was pouring
yet she didn't realize
what was wrong
a part of her mistook
broken life for perfect reality

Observations

Finely wrapped in the flower petals
a baby was born free
into the spirits of spring
she laughed
cried
smiled
stumbled her way
in a garden full of sweet scents
colorful butterflies
warm sunlight
guiding her way toward summer

fast came the newly radiant sun
an age of sudden outbursts of energy
she learned different pleasures
new fruits
new tastes
she had already left her comfort
her home
an unconscious memory of warmness
she will never forget
yet
the course of the season led her to monsoon

An unending saga of rain of
sorrow?
excitement?
love?
confusion?
a boat sailed with no purpose
on the watery route of teenage
some become mold other mud
the choice was hers to
experience the rain by her window
in the safety of limitations
that will soon turn into
what seems like the end
autumn

She was learning to walk
for real now but autumn
had hit her wish of long strides
the maze of yellow wood
the crackling of leaves
will the mold of monsoon
become rigid or the
mud will turn into dust
the unpreparedness of winter
scared her

Down came the last phase
where everything rests
a breath of cold air
the green is now covered
with white frost
She is in real need of a
blanket now.

Your poems make me very emotional.

Thanks @shanekeefe for reading the poem, I appriciate it^-^