Each poem is a masterpiece
No matter how
Big or how
Small
Poetry is like sunshine
At the end of a
Waterfall
Flowing and rippling
Seeping from the
Soul
A blank canvas
Filled with emotions
With just one touch
Like a song
It’s sound so sweet
Poetry is a bit
Of me
Out for everyone
To see
Each poem is a masterpiece
No matter how
Big or how
Small
Poetry is for everyone
Poetry is for all
Blades of grass all die
Our feelings of their warmth don’t
Memories always last
Trees flowing in the wind
I hear it say please come home
I believe it whispers
Swimming through the air in grace
Fluttering along in it’s silent happy tune
Reflecting on how far it’s come
Soaring ever higher
I’m digging myself a hole
So I can hide away
From the world
And all it’s problems
That won’t go away
But as I’m digging
I realize
Life isn’t something you can disguise
So stand up
And look up
But now I have a problem
I’ve dug myself
A hole I can’t get out of
Rainbows after rain
That no one is the same
The summer sun
Having fun
Yummy food
Lighthearted moods
Friendly dogs
Fun poems in blogs
Sleeping in
Finding the tiny pin
In your haystack of worries
Once upon a time
In the land of super lonely
There was a young girl named Harmony
Harmony talked
And talked
And walked all around
But sadly, there was nobody there to hear her.
I’m trying
To write
A poem with
No rhythm
And so far it’s hard because each time I read it I find a new way to read it
And I find myself
Singing in my head something new something
I can fix but I’m
Trying not to fix it
It’s hard it isn’t me
To NOT find a melody
Oh wait no rhyming!
But anyways-
Oh perfect timing the
Poem has ended the
End
I have chains
And every day
A new link is added
They are so heavy
And no one else can carry them
But
I’m over them
I didn’t destroy them
I can’t ignore them
But now
I’m stronger
And I fight a new battle every day
I smile and laugh
And try to be happy
But
The chains are still there
They weigh me down
They are called
Depression.
As I realize I have so much
Yet so little
Nothing
The noise stops
My heart is the only one
Who knows what I feel
But it starts to give up,too
And suddenly
It lets go
Fear pulses into my legs
Climbs up my torso
Shoots up my arms
And splashes on my mind
Trapping it in never-ending doubt
And misery
Why I go on
Do I still care?
Dead.
But still,
I breathe.