I tend to write very emotional poems straight from the heart. Here ya all go:
April,ready?Here I come!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
I live in a broken home, with no love endless fights and broken people.
Argues,heated glances, uncomfortable silence. Beatings,shouting, And everything in between
Someone snapped me in half Or did I do that to myself? I feel beyond mending So don’t even try.
I need to escape this, Get out and recover I need time to grow because I am broken.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
This is a poem for #NaPoVerse and for Day 1: @Audy Titled: Spring is here This is dedicated to @Sunshine1113
Spring is here! It is so very near. The warm breeze blows and I breath the air through my nose Feeling it touch my toes.
Opening my eyes wide, I see the incredible beauty and detail. Buds are growing! Stems of tulips are popping out of the ground. Birds are chirping their song.
Trees are recovering their leaves! Shrubs are bursting to live with their greenery. Animals are coming out of their hiding places, Warm temperature is showing Spring is in the air.
The sun is shining down Sunshine,radiating on your bones Can’t you just feel it? Can’t you just smell it? Alas,long awaited spring is finally here!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Here is my poem that I wrote based off of that idea: Like an Ant
There was once a dream that was playing in my head, Fluttering like a butterfly over my soft bed. The path of thoughts in my head, Stood where the crossroads meet.
Confused, I didn't know which way to go. Shaken,bewildered, and lost On my nonexistent path My mind cried out!
No one can figure out this mess of minds,but me. Across my hand ran an ant “Look!” I told myself.They are not lost, They know exactly where to go.
I now knew where I had to go! Home,straight home To the place where the dearest I hold. Home is the place I will go!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Here is my April 3rd Napoverse @Audy( I dug up some old diaries and out of some lines I wrote this poem) Another Day Dedicated to: @Flite
My pen touches paper, as the sun goes down. A reminder that tomorrow is a new day and a fresh start.
It’s time to get rid of the epidemic of laziness, and take authority over that new day and hold it in my hand Once again.
I wonder what the future of today will be But I don’t even know what the next minute holds I can’t control what will happen, But I will control the day that I hold in my hand.
Looking out the window, I see the most beautiful sunset With pink,orange,yellow, and red hues. Another reminder that tomorrow is another day.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Here is April 4 poem for #napoverse @Audy It was supposed to be:"Because I don't know the name of trees" but then my whole idea turned into Pine Tree Miracle Inspired by the pine trees outside my window
A tiny, lonely girl watched a sapling grow,
From a pine cone,
Day after day she saw
The miracle of the pine tree.
Up it went, higher and higher,
Needles sharpened, bark became rough.
Branches gave way into many directions,
And the cycle goes back to the origin once again.
Little baby pine cones appear,
Snuggled in the depth of the branches
Crushing the needles with the heel of her foot,
She smells the scent and aroma of pines.
So big and majestic
Took so long to grow
And now the grandmother sits under it's shade,
and looks up at the pine tree miracle.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
This poem is for Day 5 of #Napoverse(for an amethyst Gem) (@Audy)- I googled my topic and here is what I came up with
Mount Everest
High in meters, Tallest of all, It stands in Nepal. Unmoving.
Placed on the edge of the Himalayas: Mahalangur section, It stands out Different.
Some British mountaineers attempt to climb it, Up to the summit. Where there is a glorious view, Down below.
Snows lays on the ground. The slop clothed, In a blanket of white Constantly cold.
Morning sunlight, Reflects the southern side Like a flashing mirror Beautiful.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Like sunlight burning at midnight, Your lantern lights the path Ink to paper
In days of wandering, Pointing which way I shall go Ink to paper.
Words locked up in a cell, Novels trapped inside my mind Waiting to be released free on Ink to paper.
“Who is this?” you ask. It’s my writing muse, That’s ink to paper for you!
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A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Music I heard with you was more than music, Your music filled the deepest part of my soul, Because I heard that you music is love.
The flute that you hold in your hands is playing a soft musical tune, Hereable to me in the other room.
Music is playing a melodic tune that is drifting into my hearing, My ears open wide and hear it,really hear it.
The music that you play, is something that only I can hear. It’s a special, and one-of-a-kind music Because this music doesn’t have clear notes.
I love your music too Because this music is just like you!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Here is the link that inspired me -MUST READ You'll Always be My First Standing still She looked at me, With a daisy in her hair.
Oh,how I wish I could capture that look Of intense care and love toward her children And frame it on the wall, There to stay Forever.
A mothers look, they call it No,it's a mothers love That puts her children before her That will last Forever
Kissing their boo-boos Changing their diapers Helping then do their homework Cooking their favorite meals Is what a mother would do Forever Moms are forever moms!
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
Clouds hovering over my head, Teardrops fall Down my face.
I can't stop crying, I want to give up Because
I hear voices in my head saying: "You're not normal" No I'm not.
"Become normal!" I can't. That's not who I am.
"Shut up!" daddy screams at me. I recoil away from his words, And crawl into a corner to hide.
"Go away!" daddy shouts. I flee from the toxic room, and sit with my head in my knees.
Do you know daddy,how much your words hurt me? I feel like I'm drowning in the rain. I'm sinking, and I can't breathe.
Your words are like knives in my heart, In my snapped in half,broken soul. They hurt the most as I stand in the rain.
The hurt never washes away It just brings me down Stop using words.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
I literally slaved over this poem and wrote it like three times. Here yall go:
The only one,all alone
A princess I used to be, The only one, all alone. Who lived in her sing-songey world
I danced on rainbows Sang with the angels And jumped on clouds The only one, all alone
A decade passed. And I felt myself being torn, By the force of gravitational reality. Out of the sing-songey world The only one, all alone
I felt like I was drowning, As I got pushed off a cliff, Down into the sea of hurt. My heart was wounded By a million sword-edged words The only one, all alone
I wanted to be that princess again To ride on pretty unicorns And sleep on a bed of flowers With unlimited joy! The only one, all alone.
I wished upon a star Dreamed it in my dreams That this would come to pass.
But the truth remains I am not a princess anymore I'm the only one, all alone.
A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads only lives once ~George R. Martin Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about recreating yourself. ~George B. Shaw
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