My Poetry Blog: A Mix of Genres and Poetry Styles
The irony of love.
As we fall for those,
That lift us up.
The blessing of their presence,
Creates a longing,
For it to be constant.
Thus far,
I’ve lived,
I’ve fallen,
But always moved on.
One day however,
There may be no recovery.
And there the hope lies,
That when I fall,
And do not rise,
That they do the same.
Time Taken: 13 minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
Subconscious reality,
Of endless possibility.
The gift of life and love,
The gift of fear and despair.
With eyes closed,
An adventure,
Through a truthless landscape.
A deep breath,
A snore,
As love is found.
What used to be a cruel ritual,
I now welcome.
As the sun finds my eyes,
And the bird’s joyous song my ears.
I open my eyes,
And life continues,
Once again.
Time taken: 11 minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
The love for the words,
Expressed,
Day after day.
A different thought,
Feeling,
Memory;
Inspiration strikes.
I close my eyes,
Travelling through my thoughts,
And thoughts become words.
Time taken: 3 minutes
Friend’s Blog: spokenincursive.blogspot.com
I step into the light of reflection.
Before me, he appears:
The boy of the past.
Slightly smaller,
Metal on his teeth,
And a masked expression.
He was so tired,
But an accomplished actor.
So convincingly he played his role,
And wore his mask,
Even he,
Believed his lies of happiness.
A man appears next to the boy.
Slightly taller,
Straight teeth,
And a smile on his face.
His eyes radiate true joy,
For he knows,
He needs to act no more.
Time taken: 7 minutes
Friend’s blog:
spokenincursive.blogspot.com
I reach in,
With nervous hands.
Deep inside,
And pull out a fast beating heart.
Trembling,
I hold my hands open as it rests on my palms.
My breath is caught as she sees my offer.
Her hands close around mine,
Gently push towards my chest,
And my heart is restored.
My memories confuse me,
and my own sigh of relief comes as a surprise.
I walk away,
and smile.
Going to start including the time taken for each poem after this one just for personal interest, forgot to time this one.
Every breath,
A stab.
The sacrifice of feeling alive,
As my legs collapse beneath me.
But,
Life stirs deep inside.
I rise,
I breathe,
I run.
The stars do not reach my eyes,
As the clouds roam the skies.
Their light,
Hidden away.
Though I do not see them,
My dreams are among them,
Floating through their lights;
As my eyes close:
A yawn,
Asleep.
Growing up,
Moving out.
Like cookies and cream.
I keep on breathing,
My heart keeps beating.
Like salt and pepper.
Fall in love,
Do nothing.
Like olives and a puddle.
Wait, what?
Hey everyone, so this is my poetry blog!
I post at least one poem every day, that’s either about the day or what I am kinda feeling while writing the poem. I’ll also happily take suggestions on stuff to write poetry about since I love doing it. I’ve only just started a couple of weeks ago, but have found it a great way to express myself, and what I am feeling 🙂
So far I’ve posted 31 poems, mostly free verse.
Hope you can occasionally check in, and enjoy!
She Used to Be Mine is a song from “Waitress”, and is a song where the protagonist reflects on the stark disconnect between who she is, and who she used to be. This poem was inspired by the song.
The woman with the dirty apron,
Dirtied over the loveless years.
The girl from the past,
Now an estranged memory.
Life simply entered in,
Without notice,
Without consent.
It serves as the violent catalyst to the metamorphism.
But now,
The woman reaches out her arm,
As she reaches for life its own throat.
It punches,
She bleeds,
But her voice carves life itself.
Her lonesome lamentation for the girl that was her.
Her deepest emotion.
All poured into:
A beautiful bittersweet pie,
With a preparation time of years.
And a unique ingredient list.
It all started with a kiss,
And ends,
In a crescendo of self.
JD Poetry 