Poems {Third Edition}

Hello, my friends!

I’ve been collecting some poems in a draft for a while now, and today I thought it’s about time to share them. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I quite enjoy writing poems, and I’m so glad that you guys have enjoyed reading them so far! Hopefully that trend shall continue. ๐Ÿ˜›

Ahem, shall we begin?

poem 1

moon hammock

theย moon through

bare black branches

becomes a lacy hammock,

spun with delicate glowing threads,

and suspended from stars.

cradled inside,

the man in the moon

watches the people below

hurrying and worrying

about their day,

and smiles softly.

for he knows how big a problem is

in a universe

millionsย and millions ofย miles wide.

he looks at the starsย and knows –

not big at all.

 

poem 3 (1280x960)

home

we’re back again,

back to our memory foam house

that remembersย how we sat

and laid our heads

and walked the floors

and made the beds.

itย welcomes us back again,

back into the old nooks and

comfortable crannies.

we slip back into

the familiar grooves,

take our old places

in hearts and homes,

and smile the smile of

back again.

we were trying to carve out

new places for ourselves,

new dips in new pillows,

new ruts in new roads,

new places in new hearts,

but carving is hard work,

you know.

so for now we snap

back into place

like a seven-piece puzzle,

and breathe a sigh of relief.

we’re home again.

 

poem 1 (1280x960)

wildflower

they called her

brown-eyed Susan.

she was a wildflower,

her beauty fresh and pure

as sun rays and raindrops, with

wind-blown hair

and dewdrop eyes,

poppy petal lips

and a bright daisy smile.

she lit up her meadow

and spread her heart wide.

but wildflowers stay

only for a season

and then they

f aย  dย  ย eย  ย  ย  aย  ย  wย  ย  ย aย  ย  ย  y.

 

poem 5 (1280x853)

first world problems

this page won’t load,

the internet is slow,

and my tv only covers half the wall.

they’re out of organic,

i ate too much,

and i had to make that crust from scratch.

my purse must weigh ten pounds in coins,

they only take cash,

but no one has change for a $100 bill.

i have nothing to do but sleep,

but there’s not enough time in the day,

and i need to get away from all this stress.

maybe i’ll go to africa.

 

poem 4 (1280x854)

roses

once i wandered through

an old abandoned house

whose bones had broken long ago.

and in the cellar,

hanging in the dark,

i found roses.

they were tied to the ancient rafters

with brittle, yellowed thread,

fragrant with the soft, crumbling scent

of nostalgia.

i touched a faded petal and wondered

how something so old and fragile

could still be beautiful.

and i wished

to grow older

with all the grace of

dying roses.

poem 6

the voiceless

we are the voiceless;

hear our silent cry.

our eyes have never opened,

our ears have never heard,

our lips have never spoken,

but if we could, we would say…

why do the ones who gave us life,

bring us death?

what have we done

that we should die?

_

people say,

the color of your skin

doesn’t matter –

it is who you are inside.

but does your size matter?

if your heart is too small,

perhaps it does not matter

what it holds,

if it will never get a chance

to tell.

_

we are the voiceless;

hear our silent cry:

we are innocent.

you cannot prove us guilty,

but we still die โ€“

helpless.

hopeless.

voiceless.

**********

*sniff* Why is it so satisfying to write sad poems? :’) What do you think – do you like writing sad or happy poems/stories best? Which do you like reading best? Regardless, I hope you enjoyed these and I’d love to know which poem was your favorite!

Also, before you go, could I ask a favor of you? I have sooo many post ideas and not enough time (and data XD) to post them, so would you help me choose which ones to post first?

 

Thank you so much for your feedback, dear readers. โ™ฅ Have a simply lovely day. ๐Ÿ™‚

***Allison***

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84 thoughts on “Poems {Third Edition}

  1. These poems are so pretty! I โ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธโ™ฅ๏ธ them. And I would love to see photography tips, facts about you, a rainy day sisters photo shoot and pen pal tidbits! ๐Ÿ˜€
    -Sara

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  2. WOW, Allison!! I absolutely loved this entire post! ๐Ÿ˜€ I think “home”, “roses”, and “the voiceless” were my favorite poems, but they were all amazing. You’re really good at writing poetry and I love your writing style! Can’t wait to see more poems in the future. ๐Ÿ™‚
    Also, IT WAS SO SO HARD TO CHOOSE ON THE POLL. XD Every single one of those posts looks amazing! Post them all, please! XD

    -Clara โค

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    1. Aww, thank you soooo much, Clara! Your comment really made me smile. โ™ฅ
      HA HA well thanks! ๐Ÿ˜€ I shall TRY to post them all, but boy, at this rate it’s going to take a while. XD XD
      P. S. So sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but… I sent your letter! A few days ago, in fact! So it should be there early next week. ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Oh I love the moon and the trees! What a photo and this is just the inspiration I needed for my book. Yes this will do. I am working on my first picture book full of trees.

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  4. I absolutely love your poetry posts, they are so interesting and evoke images and send messages! So very good. ๐Ÿ˜€ I love all types of poems, and writing them!

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  5. Keep up the writing. Continue working on your craft and growing your poetic intuition. A good way to cultivate yourself is to be a voracious reader, especially of poetry! I think youโ€™ll enjoy Walt whitman (he is also the vital author for any American poet). God bless!

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