When the winds change, you feel it everywhere. The gust, forgiving of the past, sends you into a spin pushing you to what’s ahead. ——- The gulf’s heavy sigh brings me back to life - opens my eyes, awakens my soul… I can now see the world - unfiltered consciousness. ——- Indiana breeze; it tickles my ear and tells me secrets of past… the hot days...
Another Tuesday begins… 8:46 a.m., in the middle of a cornfield thousands of miles away from the chaos time stands still – silent, crammed with confusion, anger, sadness, panic, and terror. The classroom freezes, everyone paralyzed by Dan Rather’s words. Phones begin to ring, internet connections are congested, with citizens searching for answers, for an explanation, for some reason to...
Pen on the paper or my fingers on the keys I write to release.
Thunder and lightning bring in the smell of spring with the fresh, heavy rain.
The soft sands, blue sky, Waves caressing the shoreline… The beach - so serene.
Stomach is churning, Thoughts will not cease to exist. Want to disappear. Sadness is numbing. Emotions have me overwhelmed. My heart is breaking…
Blackberry winter. The night’s air is crisp and cool… The days are longer. Spring has finally arrived, with her rain and shine to renew the Earth.
Change of scenery is always good for the soul; it opens our minds.
My pen touches the page; ink flows, spilling my thoughts - I’m finally free.
It’s no secret; perhaps one of my favorite types of poetry is haiku. It’s thought-provoking, requires attention to detail, and best of all, doesn’t have to make complete sense. That’s the fun though - getting a short few lines to make a world of sense.
The mounds rising out of the asphalt, Each painted a bright, magnificent white To contrast the black as night tarmac Inhibiting the lead foot of each passer-by. One bump – so close. Two – almost there. The third and final bump! I made it. I slide in with great ease, Embarking on my evening. Striding up the cold concrete footway, I climb the set of steps that wind up Through the dreary...
Feeding the Soul
Writing is my life When the pen touches the page My soul is fulfilled
Drip… drip… drip… I slip beneath the silky water Scented with notes of jasmine and amber My incarcerated mind is finally free The bubbles crackle as they dissipate into the cool air The steam rises, the candles flicker Lavender fills the air Relaxation is well on its way The hot water melts away my troubles I can feel my eyes grow heavy Falling into a dream or two Escaping this...
Orange groves, for miles, almost as far as the eye can see A girl of ten playing hide and seek with the trees running through the dirty blond sand stopping every so often to grab a fresh bite, hoping the farmer won’t catch her Fast forward to sixteen, she had her first kiss right under that orange tree Lying in the sand with her first love wrapped in love’s warm embrace They promised...
I have not been posting like I should have been. :( I promise to resume my project once I return from my trip. I am in Florida visiting my Grandpa and some other family/friends right now. Getting some inspiration, and trying to get all the thoughts down on paper. Just wanted to let you know the poems will be back next week! <3
"Listen, real poetry doesn’t say anything, it just...
“…Opens all doors. You can walk through any one that suits you… and that’s why poetry appeals to me so much — because it’s so eternal. As long as there are people, they can remember words and combinations of words. Nothing else can survive a holocaust but poetry and songs. No one can remember an entire novel, but so long as there are human beings, songs and poetry can continue. If my...
Thunder roars above, lightning streaks across the night sky, Rain begins to fall. Listening to rain slowly hitting the pavement relaxes my mind. The sky opens up for a midsummer cool down, providing comfort. The rain drops heavy while the wind picks up a notch, Clearing out our troubles. Thunder and lightning, dark clouds hover above us. Rain drenches the earth. Oh, how I cannot...
the moment i rested my gaze upon you solidified by the moment we first kissed lips so soft, inviting me back making my heart want to stay wrapped in your embrace the world seemed to become whole again my life suddenly meant more all from one kiss – but not just any kiss the kind that makes your heart soar, the one that signifies a connection and makes you feel the explosion of a...
An American Poet
I would like to share one of my favorite poems tonight instead of posting my own work. Enjoy. Power by Jim Morrison I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away. I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic & reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere in space or time. I can summon the dead. I...
Blast from the past...
Let’s revisit a poem I wrote about 10 years ago. The plan is to have it readily available to edit/revise sometime this year… so here is the original. One Way In, One Way Out She boarded a plane at 6am Hoping to escape it all She landed in Miami, rented a car And drove further south. One way in, one way out The ride was peaceful, yet sad Surrounded in her own thoughts She cried until...
Light the candles, Pour some wine Play some music. Mellow out. Once I slip beneath the bubbles The day rinses away All the anger, all the frustration Gone in a cleansing motion. Complete relaxation.
No new poem today.
I’ve been feeling under the weather, so I will not be posting a new poem today. On another note, I will begin going over some old pieces I have penned in the past, and editing/revising them to post here. Thanks for reading - I hope you have enjoyed what I have posted so far! <3
The ocean sighs, whispering what is left unsaid. Allowing the gentle breeze to flow through me, the words pour into my veins. My arms extend; my eyelids become heavy. Floating in the unheard thoughts, I can feel myself letting go. The sea inscribes what is left unwritten. Discovering rhyme and reason, I find my words are prompting me to let go. The water shows what is left unseen. A...
spring out of winter, let the sun’s warmth fill your soul up with the dawn of this brand new day. it makes your heart rejoice, clearing out the thoughts that have been collecting dust in the attic of your mind. letting the bitterness of this dreary season wash away, just as the blanket of snow disappears, leaves the bare earth exposed, anxious for the daffodils to bloom. ...
I have the worst time trying to title a poem… or anything I write, for that matter. I feel as if I can successfully write anything, but without a title… it’s not as powerful. I always think it needs to be something so profound that I get stumped on simple language. I pull out my trusty thesaurus to help me along the way… but I still get stuck. Can anyone give advice on this...
playsinrain-deactivated20110120 asked: I can't figure out how to comment on anything on here!! Anyway... Seek Up an Emotion is awesome. I FELT that one, like reliving the feeling of being there. I almost teared up thinking of the year to come... really really love that one!!
Seek Up An Emotion
The lights go down; anxiety flows through our veins. That moment those boots touch the stage, our hearts skip a few beats. Everyone is finally in place, ready to set our souls on fire. Then it happens: the first note sings to us. The melody floats above the crowd, creating an audible sculpture that drenches the earth with love. The bass keeps us pulsating, and the strings slide with such...
waiting for summer I am quite melancholy without the sun’s glow
a perfect stencil drawn by hand scrawled onto the blank canvas of my back the hum of the gun needle drenched in a deep sky blue anxiety flows until it touches my skin a cat scratch a bad scrape the pain is nothing and everything solidifying the connection between me and my conviction This is my very first published poem. Even though I cheated and didn’t write anything new...
a girl of twenty walks along the rigid coast picking up stones along the way she tosses one after another into the surf, pondering life and what the future holds the breeze, thick and salty sends her chestnut hair flying about her face she gazes across the sea not looking for answers but to just belong This one is short and sweet… but promising to add to later.
chickenwinghoagie-deactivated20 asked: What is a 365 project?
Make yourself – no one else can. Run away if you must, with intentions to move forward, never looking back. Let your dreams be snatched away. Kiss love goodbye by not abandoning future endeavors down a heart-bursting path. Compose your life in a single line, only to live by those words. Know it is okay to disappear. -I originally wrote this poem over a year ago, and I’ve made some...