Poetry is like painting with words to me or creating a song without notes. It is highly creative and subjective. I love sharing my poems with others in hopes that they will touch and connect us more.
If you would like to read my favorite poems please check out my portfolio or watch a few of my poetry readings.
Shh, don’t tell me
these feelings are inside.
I do wonder if you can see
this thing that I almost try to hide.
You have to know
why I’m not shouting it.
I don’t know how this feeling will grow
and I may be shy a bit.
I thought this would be a longer poem, but it’s not. I said what I needed to and hope you enjoy it.
No human can complete you,
You are complete,
even if you are a bit broken,
once you realize this you will be happier.
Some people won’t stay in your life
that doesn’t mean they didn’t love you
it simply means your paths have changed.
Still keep 3 types of people around you
those who build you up,
those who show you how to grow
and those who remind you of who you were.
At some point in your life you will be lucky;
you will feel complete
and have everyone you need.
Now life will be hard
and the path will be rough.
You’re dreams will seem far away,
but you have to keep going on.
Always look forward
and although you may like to look back
remember you are not the same as you were.
You are on a journey.
Your life is a journey that changes you.
So look back when you must
but try to look forward towards the bright future,
because even when the path seems dark
there is light around one of the corners.
I can see what people search for when they find my blog, or what they search for to find my blog. Today I saw a very cool sentence that I am sure is from something, but I’m not sure what it is from. I am going to use it as a writing prompt for this post. The quote is. “you can only narrate my past but you can never write my future.”
I hope you enjoy.
You can narrate my past.
Please do,
and tell me all the things I went through.
Speak the words that you believe
the words that will add up to my story.
How do you see my life?
How will you narrate my past?
I ask you to narrate my past,
but you can never write my future.
I myself can only plan the unseen.
I do not write my story,
so you cannot either.
Let the future be
and tell me all about what has been.
Yes, You can narrate my past
but you can never write my future.
You can tell me my story,
but will not be able to force the unseen.
Monody
A monody is a poem in which one person laments another’s death, as in Tennyson’s Break, Break, Break, or Wordsworth’s She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways. (Also see Dirge, Elegy, Epitaph)
I have put this one off for a while. Honestly, I’ve put all the structure poems off for a few weeks, now. With Robin Williams’ passing I thought I would write one to honor him. He was one of my favorite actors and I know I am not alone.
Laughter and Smiles
Fill the room
when your voice fills the air
Now only recorded
now only memories.
There are so many memories
of stand up
of comedy
and of moments meant to move.
With a voice meant to change
with every character
with every scene.
You were a light
you were comedy
you were a hug in a movie form
a smile when I needed one.
You touch my heart
and lightened my soul.
Now a legend
Now I hope you find your bliss.
Lay in rest
be at peace
and know you are missed.
Why
Is my heart breaking;
Can I not see the light?
Why
have I lost hope;
Can I not feel the love?
Where is this lost feeling,
this void of hope;
where is this twisted feeling coming from?
Did I not laugh today,
was that a dream?
Did the sun not shine today
and did I not wake again?
Why
is my heart breaking;
is my mood so low?
Why
have I lost my hope
Do I not know which way to go?
Has my path darkened?
Have I lost my way?
Can you tell me?
I need to know.
Did I not see a baby smile
or hear my friends’ laughter?
Was there no jokes today
and did I not enjoy work?
Did the sun not shine today
and I not wake again?
Why
is my heart breaking;
do I feel alone?
Why
have I lost my hope;
can I not figure out?
Where can I find the hole that is inside
What fell out
How do I get it back in?
I guess it is simply one of those nights
after a wonderful day
when the night is darker
and my eyes are heavier.
I guess it is simply one of those nights
when I ask why
knowing the next dawn will be brighter.
This poem was written Wednesday night, after I hung out with a few friends and had a generally good day. I was happy most of it and then on the car ride home I started to think. My mind went off on its own and I wound up feeling a bit depressed by the time I pulled into my driveway. I decided to write as an outlet and to figure out where the feelings were coming from. By the end of the poem I realized it was just me being tired and thinking about everything I have to do.
It is simply one of those nights where I need to go to bed and know everything will be better in the morning.
I hope you enjoyed reading and let me know what you think. Also if you need help, advice, or just someone to talk to, please let me know. I am always willing to help and listen.
When I build me up
I crumble down
and feel nothingness surround.
When I build me up
I forget to stand
and fall to the earth’s sand.
Crumbling and falling
I can not survive
Forgetting you breath
forgetting you live inside.
My strength and hope
my way and life.
I forget
I crumble down
so you can stand out
I do not stand on the sand
because you push me to your rock.
I will remember to crumble down
only to your will,
so that your love with stand.
I will stand aside
knowing you are my rock
so that your hope will shine bright.
Yes, I will crumble down
be pushed aside,
so love, hope and mercy can survive.
I have realized lately that I have felt this weird crumbling emotion towards my life, as if I am not in control of my life. I know I am not in complete control of my life, but people like to think they are. I want to believe what I am doing with my life means something and that my life is mine. Well, I realized on Sunday at church that the reason I felt lost and a crumbling of myself in my life is because since I am a follower of Jesus my life is not my own. I love Jesus and have given my life to him. This means I work with the gifts and talents God has given me to spread his love, hope and truth.
I started to write this poem (in my mind) as an expression of loosing myself and not feeling right. As I actually wrote it down though, I realized why I had that feeling and turned it into a poem for God.
I hope you enjoy this and please let me know what you think.
Can I give you strength?
Will you run away
If I tell you I love you
If I build you up
will you stay?
How can I help you
How can I help you grow
If I do what will happen
If I lend a helping hand
Will you show me that you care?
I really do hope I can help
I really do hope you will stay.
There is a little cafe near my house that I believe I am becoming a regular at. Today I went by myself and had breakfast. I decided to write a little as I waited. This is one of the poems I wrote while enjoying their food. It really is a great place.
With painted wall,
warm and inviting
art hangs welcoming guest
saying be who you are
do what you will
and enjoy the good that is served
With the sky on the ceiling
bright and pleasing
curtains hang to welcome guest
saying come near or far
do what you will
and enjoy the food that is served
So I write and dream
sitting in the corner so I can watch
the couples eat
The students study
and an other lone female reading the paper
I sit, watch and writing
doing what I will
and enjoying the food that is served.
Poetry comes out
with my eyes closed
when sleep in near;
brilliant poems flow
when paper is far
and repeating is not enough.
Wisdom and intelligence overwhelm me
when the only outlet is to speak it to myself
or when no one is listening.
Yet when I open my eyes
words fly away
like fading dreams they fly.
The poetry inside is trapped
like a rat in a house unable to be freed
as soon as the paper is in reach.
I open my mouth when some is around
and only babble spews out.
So I write with my eyes closed,
freeing my poems from the paper trap
and write when no on is around
with the quiet of my mind.
Fantasies live in my mind
with trolls living under bridges
and Pegasus in the sky.
Magic creatures that you can not see dance and sing
wonderful dreams call out in the silence
“Come rescue me.”
They need to be set free,
so take my hand
and we’ll go on a rescue;
We’ll go on the adventure of a life time
you life time as I see it.
We’ll dance with the fairies
sing with the nymphs
and drink with the trolls
just follow me into the forest
that lives behind my eyes.