Tag: Poetry

Writing

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I’ve decided that I am writing a book.

Or at least that is what I’m trying.

Maybe it would be more correct to say,

I’m just keeping myself from crying.

 

But maybe I just need words to come out,

Instead of writing, I’ll try a recorder.

Then afterward I can begin to worry,

About the words and about the order.

 

I dream of a character, who’s funny and deep,

And all my readers truly adore him.

But for now, my only wish is this:

To not kill my readers through boredom.

 

And the hope that keeps me going is really quite simple.

The second book will be easier, oh, please God will it

 

 

 

I Got No Talent To Be Heart-Broken

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A/N: Okay, so I read all these poems online about being heart-broken, and I figured it would be funny to write a poem about the exact opposite of that. 

Enjoy!

 

I got no talent to be heart-broken,

And I’m told that that is wrong.

But crying my heart out over some guy,

– It simply isn’t done.

 

I wonder if something is wrong with me,

Since it’s so easy to just let go.

While others hold on with all they have,

Still caught in the afterglow.

 

But once I see that something is bad,

It’s quite easy to simply escape.

One realisation is all I need,

And I am gone, going away.

 

For this heart isn’t made for breaking,

And these eyes aren’t meant to cry.

That is why no tears are flowing.

As I here tell you – “Goodbye.”

 

 

PTSD

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He’s at home in his bed,

His wife at his side.

But he finds himself in battle,

As he opens his eyes.

The enemy is upon them,

His friends are all dying.

So he fights with all he has,

While his insides are crying.

There! Don’t you see?!

An enemy to his side!

So he raises his gun,

And he shoots the damn guy!

A scream pulls him back,

And he sees what he’s done.

He’s back in his kitchen,

Where he just shot his own son.

A/N: If interested then the following link is to a website where you can make a donation to help soldiers dealing with PTSD:

http://ptsdusa.org/support-u/make-a-donation/

Dandelion Girl

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A/N: A sonnet called Dandelion Girl. 

If you were a flower you’d be the dandelion.

It’s not that you’re not beautiful.

It’s not that you’re not wanted.

Nor that I don’t think you unusual.

But you are no feeble rose.

Who needs me to thrive.

If I did not want you, you’d still live.

And if I were to leave, you’d still strive.

You are the dandelion of flowers,

And that’s why I love you.

Your strength, your will to live,

Through concrete you grew.

And I’m wondering, my dandelion girl, if you might love me too.

And we will be two dandelions entwined, the same and yet new.