Haiku Poem
FALLing
Brown leaves rustling
Subtle breeze floating across
Autumn has risen.
Limerick Poem
The Man
from Greece
There once was a man from Greece
Who had a big house made of cheese
A mouse came along
But he had it all wrong
Because a cat chased him with ease.
Free Verse
Poem
The Other
Side of the World
The
simplest things in an everyday life
Whether
it be laughter, sadness, or happiness
Create
a mold in a person, a structure
A
foundation to strive through one’s outlook
Or
an obstacle to block one’s path.
But
what if that structure were to be flipped around?
What
if laughter became sadness and sadness became enjoyment?
What
if your one obstacle became your best friend?
Or
your life’s dreams became your enemy?
What
happens when you are on the other side of the world?
The
cold, hard drops of rain danced on the grass
While
the rainbows crashed and burned into ashes
The
tiniest crack in the concrete floor came alive to eat you
As
the dangerous wind’s breeze blew past your face
What
would life be without a structure or purpose?
Free Verse Poem #2
Questioning the Ultimate Gift
Gift. A
gift. What is a gift?
Something
solid, an object?
An
ideology? A thought?
Or a
connection between someone?
Is it
really the thought that counts?
The
ultimate gift, the care and thought
Remains
unknown, deep within oneself
Defined by
one’s personality, one’s character.
The
feeling of happiness
Bringing a
depth of brightness
A light to
someone’s eyes
The joy
that brings purpose.
Nothing is
complete without a patch
A patch of
friendship or love
The
ability to restore what was left
To embrace
your self-passion.
The bond
of friendship
The glue
that holds both together
The
shoulder to lean on
Forming
the perfect harmony.
Sharing
moments, glimpses of hope
Enjoying
all that life has to offer, together
Being one
and the other, always trusting
Each
other, at all times, stuck on each other.
The
ultimate gift is the gift of life
Without
which our lives
Feel the emptiness
and blank canvas
Without
color or sparkle and shine.
The enormous
heart for one
The once
in a lifetime opportunity
To show
who you are to everyone
And be
proud to just be you.
Ballad Poem
The Strive to Move
Forward
The
thoughts that of which awaken the soul
Those of
which embark the peppery steam in our minds
To think,
to feel is the strive to move forward.
Failure
coming alive to disintegrate the sorrow
The red
and black colors breaking apart the anticipation
To think,
to feel is the strive to move forward.
The soft
sigh of relief once the gift of success is granted
The
wondrous warmth of happiness filling up the empty gap
To think,
to feel is the strive to move forward.
The goose
bumps jumping at your hairs on your arms, lifting
The tears
steadily dripping down your face with grace
To think,
to feel is the strive to move forward.
The hope
to be blessed with the wisest of words
To be
granted an opportunity to grab and pocket success
To be
known for doing the right from the wrong
To think,
to feel is the strive to move forward.
Ode
Poem
“Ode
to Dance”
Hair
tied up
Sitting
in position, ready to
Move
gracefully and rhythmically
A
step, a move, a stance
Strong
as it stood
Without
hesitation
Seeing
the light, the picture coming
To
life with rainbows bursting out
The
crash of a fall, the blood
Splashing
out, dripping off
Picking
up the stone
Throwing
it back harder
One
gesture to another
One
emotion, morphing into
The
next, face to face
Seeing
the view once again
The
applause growing louder, cries of
Joy
and fulfillment
Building
up the confidence
Creating
a proud future.
Elegy Poem
What is Perception?
Thoughts,
words, inner feelings
Crushed
and turned to ash
Blown away
like dust
What has
life become?
Have lies
and misunderstandings equalized?
How has
perception flipped me upside down?
The inner thoughts
have lingered at last
Finally swooping
its journey to come out.
But as
time progressed, my actions
Have
turned into the complete opposite
Never has
life been blocked by the past
Never has
thought been so important.
As Hitler,
the almighty and manipulative
Used
propaganda, his plan for defeat
His
tactics switched a German’s mindset
And all he
believes now is how Hitler is a “God.”
There lies
our hopes and dreams, in a cemetery
Next to
the stone block for the will to live
Life has
ultimately disappeared, just as if it never existed
Never has
life been so empty, or useless to those alive.
Why not just
die? Why has life been covered?
Why was
the cold-hearted and stone wall built?
To be
perceived as the failure covering your path?
Or to
cause a slip in an endless plan for hope?
Remembering
life before, like a faraway dream
Never has
it been the sole enemy
The locks
on the door, sealed shut
Molding the
weak key into a state of depression.
The simple
things, tasks, actions
Have all
turned into nothing special
Except for
misunderstandings
The new
center of attention.
Stream
of Consciousness Poem
Words,
just words…
Colors flow out on a canvas
Painting a PICTURE
Water droplets drip down her
eyes
Heart POUNDING and THUMPING
without notice
Words change all meaning yet
never thoughts! Why! How stubborn to one’s mind!
How the air is so still how the
wind is so free how the thoughts are so full yet empty
Why do meanings define words
and why not be self-defined by those who use them?
Why are words words and letters
letters.
The color blue majestically
flies and the feathers of birds construct a landscape
words
letters
thoughts
friends
family
life
the world
now our world
our family
is now your family
WORDS separate aspects never
realized or thought by one or those that come to mind.
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