Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner
Cleaning
Homeschool
Shower
Planting
Laundry
“Reader”
So many on the list
I’ll
get
to
it
Eventually…
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
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.