The fire, crackling and popping
Amber colors, dancing through the night
The room is filled with warmth and light
The calmness of it all
Gets me through the dark
Category: Original Poems
Poem: Not That You’ve Gone
Little squeak
Little scuffles against the mat
Paws climbing, just for a glimpse
All of these joyful sounds
Greeted me at the end of the day Continue reading “Poem: Not That You’ve Gone”
Twinkle in Your Smile
You raise us up in the air
Our laughter gives us joy
Your smile widens
Our happiness brightens
The first time we see
The twinkle in your eye
Your visits overflow with our accomplishments
We sing
We draw
Piano keys are graced with our fingers
Your joy rises and brings
A twinkle in your eye
Time goes on
We both grow
Visits become less
But once we see each other
We yell out your name
Length of time is all but forgot
All that matters is
The twinkle in our eyes
Pain has a stronghold on us
Now that you’re gone
But our memories must endure
We will remember
The strength you gave
The happiness you bestowed
All of this we will recollect
With a twinkle in our eye
In remembrance of my grandfather, Elwood Ashe
Poem of the Week: Peace of It All
And we end National Poetry Month with a poem I written recently. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading the Poems of the Week!
Through the countryside
The rolling hills
The brisk wind
The dewy smell
English nature beckons a call
Books pile high
Cup of tea by my side
I lay down on the dark, green grass
Words dance on the page
Dance through the clear, blue sky
My peaceful reading calms the land
The wind picks up
The grass dances along the plains
Nature breathtaking
So I pick up my pen
My writing flows off the page
March On
Our voices were heard
Our purpose was fought
Pitchforks clenched in our hands
Taking a large stab at injustice along the way
The Mall usually paved red, white and blue
Pink looks good on the city streets
The big Palace stands strong and defiant one day
Quivers at out feet the very next
Hate scattered our paths
Remnants of a despicable coming to light
But our feet prove we’ll not be shackled
Knowledge takes a stand against ignorance
“What do they want?”
“Just accept it.”
There is no acceptance of misogyny and hate
They try to take away our hope
But we march on
Our desire will survive
Don’t give up
Never surrender
Our fight must go on
Poem: Force To Be Reckoned
Our voice was heard
Our rights were won
One day at a time
We fought for what was right
But one simple check of a box
Set our stride back years
The vote belittle us
Ignorant men humor
Pride wins over equality
They think they won
Power at their grasp
But once given can be taken away
Their voice continues to bellow out
But They didn’t count
When They squeak,
We roar
We are strong
We are loud
Spoken or written
We will be heard
Arrogance can safely sit on top
But they don’t know
We are force to be reckon with
In our case
Silence is not Golden
Poem: In A Matter of Hours, In A Matter of a Day
I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
Our hope burned out
The rights we hold dear to our hearts
Disappeared like a ghost in the night
The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence
Look up into our own, asking us “Why?”
“Why did we do this?”
Our silence speaks volumes
As the dark cloud hovers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
The King’s dream
The stem of our fight for change
Our cause for hope
A laughingstock amongst arrogant men
The lady in green
A symbol of freedom and dreams
Now shivers in fear
Uncertain of what is to come
The flag, waving proudly in the heavens
Lost all meaning
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
The media says “Accept”
The media say “We must unite”
The media does not say “We’re sorry”
The idolized, used, benefited
Not once seeing the truth
The trust has gone
The pain lingers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of a day
I feel lost
I am angry
I feel empty
My country is gone
My heart is shattered
This heavy cloud has told me
It’s not okay that I’m me
It’s not okay that my family are here
My friends are different when we are one in the same
Now, we must wait
Our uncertain future lurks around the corner
All the progress we made
All the hope we accomplished
Undone
In just one hour
In just one day
Poem: Grateful
Jagged scars
Red and blue bruises
All your actions
All your words
Left markings on my body.
You thought brought me down
Pushed me to my breaking point.
But through my battles
through my falls,
I found myself rising,
emerging from my tears.
Now I don’t see my scars as pain.
My scars tell my story.
My bruises tell my history.
I am the Phoenix,
rising from the ashes.
Now my battle cry is loud and clear,
Every pain, every tear
Has brought me to this moment.
Now, I look in the mirror
Can only think one thing
Grateful.
Poem: Disappearing
The line between life and death
Goes thinner and thinner everyday
But it comes closer and closer
When the realism of the world
Comes in a whole new light
Upon you.
Life becomes such a heavy burden
For a young person.
This person wants all the hatred,
All the mocking,
All the violence to disappear.
All she wants is a perfect life.
Could life be ever perfect?
She then thought that this life
Would become a reality
If she would disappear
To a better place
And from herself.
Poem: What Can I Do?
I see you everyday
And there is nothing that I can do
The sweet smile that you give
The brightness in your eyes
The ways that you make me laugh
The ways that you make me smile
I hold all of these things
Treasured in my heart
But still there is nothing I can do
I see you with someone else
It hurts but what can I do?
I can never say anything
Fear has taken over my emotions
All I can do
Is push my feelings aside
Just sit quietly
And await my fate
What can I do?
Nothing I tell my aside
Even if you are not with me
It is still ok
I still want you in my life
I rather have you as a friend
Than not having you in my life
At all.