A/N: Page poetry from my 20-page analysis of Jane Eyre. Enjoy!
Quickly!
Gain liberty!
Delightful, is it not?
Predict the future and change it.
Be careful and sensible.
While simultaneously act.
Seek a new life.
Be the future.
Tag: Poetry
My Favourite Flower Is the Rose
A/N: Somehow this originally free verse turned into a sonnet… guess I just looove structure 😄
My favourite flower is the simple rose,
And isn’t that dreadfully boring?
How ordinary isn’t it, to pick a rose?
When you in the rainforest could go exploring?
But I just love the rose, it cannot be helped,
It’s beauty is just so very simple,
So I stand here now, and I proudly state,
That yes, sir, the rose is my symbol.
So sweet a scent if you handle with care,
Though blood will flow if you do not.
There’s a reason the rose is a symbol of love,
Though I can still feel you call it boring in your thoughts.
But if the rose is so ordinary, so let it be,
But for me; complex beauty is all that I can see.
Insomnia
If I fall asleep now I can get seven hours.
Except I need to get up, because I think I let the stove on.
If I fall asleep now I can get six hours.
Except I’m thinking of all the things I’ve got to do tomorrow.
If I fall asleep now I can get five hours.
Except I’m thinking about all the things I didn’t do today.
If I fall asleep now I can get four hours.
The ticking of the alarm clock is driving me insane.
If I fall asleep now I can get three hours.
I have that big project due next week. I’m not even halfway done.
If I fall asleep now I can get two hours.
How am I ever going to work on two hours of sleep?
If I fall asleep now I can get one hour.
One hour. Surely I can’t work on that.
I’m supposed to get up now.
I call in sick.
And finally…
I sleep.
Tightening
First day of a new job.
And my insides are tightening.
Tightening.
Like a wind-up clock.
Ready for release.
Read
Poem by Sarah Doughty that reminded me of John Waters immortal words.
My darling,
I don’t care
what you’re
reading
as long as
you are.
© Sarah Doughty
Darling Sam
A tiny hand,
Grasping mine.
So delicate,
So frail and fine.
My lips move,
A promise made.
My whole past,
Away it fades.
The one thing,
I won’t mess up.
This weak grip,
The world it stops.
All I wasn’t,
Now I am.
My baby boy,
My darling Sam.
Home
A/N: Tried my hands at micro poetry (inspired by Sarah Doughty) and it turned out about twice as long as planned. Oh, well 🙂 Let me know what you think
I might
Be burning
With a desire
A yearning
Remnant
A/N: Here is another Sarah Doughty poem (I do love her poetry) 🙂
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“Why didn’t you
fight for me?” I cried.
“Because, darling,”
you breathed,
“there was nothing
left to fight for.”
© Sarah Doughty
Time
A/N: Another short poem, but I am however working on a longer piece (cirka 15 pages), if anyone prefers my short stories.
Time
Time to study.
Time to stress.
Time to work.
To get success.
Time to worry.
Time to drink.
Time to forget.
No time to think.
Time to regret.
Time to doubt.
Now time for love.
But time ran out.
Exclusivity
A/N: Another Sarah Doughty poem – do you guys agree with it or not? 🙂
If you dare
to think
for yourself,
rationality
and intelligence
become mutually
exclusive.
© Sarah Doughty
Source: Exclusivity
Maria Sjöstrand 