Standing on the
edge of sorrow
looking to tomorrow
Should I just jump
and fly a little
before the end comes near?
The mist is thick
The way unclear
All alone with my fears
The horizon
spread out beneath
my every hope and dream
Where is the light –
that bright beacon –
to pierce a soul so dark?
Should I just jump
and fly a little
before the end comes near?
I’m so very late for the party. Poetry Challenge 2013 is 10 days well under way, and here I am with the first one. Oh well. Better late than never. (Who said that anyway?)
NEW ARRIVAL
appointments dropped
a whole week cleared
shifts rescheduled
sick days redeemed
food delivered
Starbucks made more dough
neither cops nor rain
couldn’t make them go
fights broke out
pushed and shoved
just for the new arrival
of the iPhone that they loved
{ 2013 Poem-A-Day Challenge: Day #1 }
Your pretty blue eyes
sparkle in the sun
And your waist length locks
flow around you when you run
Your voice so clear, I hear
up and down the hall
Bosoms just perfect
above a waist so small
Your complexion always
looks beautifully Photoshopped
And ten guys line up each time
your books, you’ve dropped
We all admire you from afar
and wish we could be you
After we talk about your fakeness
and secretly hate you
This poem is fictional – about how an unpopular group of girls might view the popular girl in school. I’ve always thought it ironic how popular girls are envied and hated at the same time. Linking up at dVersePoets this evening.
There sure are alot of cars
I don’t remember that there
This place looks so different
I wonder why I care
I left so long ago
It’s been forever since then
I haven’t driven this stretch
Since I can’t remember when
The people look so different
There’s a foreign feel to the air
There’s no more sense of belonging
It almost seems unfair
Someone stole my childhood
The place of my happy youth
My place of safe boundaries
My world of truth
I drove by my house today
It looks so different now
I sat in my car in front of it
And felt so lost somehow
Through that window was my room
The other my brother’s
Then I moved down the hall
Closer to my mother and father’s
I looked with x-ray eyes
And I saw the narrow hallway
Leading to the living room
Where my brother and I used to play
I saw myself at the old computer
And on the couch watching t.v.
And under the dining table on the phone
Oh life then was truly easy
The backyard
The tree
The fence
The bees
The dirt
The clothesline
The garage door
The neighborhood feline
I saw it all
And then no more
And I drove away
Forevermore
Poetic Ponderings 