Predicament
you said it at supper
over macaroni and cheese
“We have a predicament, Dad.”
“That means problem,”
your sister chimed in
(always my teachers as much as my students)
“We love staying and playing with Mom,
and Kindergarten rocks,
but we can’t do both.”
“Yeah, that’s a predicament, Dad.”
“Cute,” I thought. “That’s sweet.”
and the moment slipped away
until now--
It’s your birthday
--can you be five already!--
and I watch you
blow out candles and
the past five years.
You open gifts and
your eyes twinkle
with a future full of reading,
swimming, and two-wheelers.
I see little big girls, and it’s
a predicament
a problem
I treasure our past.
I see a brimming future.
Can’t I have both?
Yes!
In the moment, yes.
Together, on your birthday
we embrace today.
What a present!
Hope
ReplyDeleteThird straight day
Tears fall from face
Heart in two
Because of you
You were my life
Why did you leave?
Believed we had everything
Love that others wanted
Beneath these stars I stand-alone
First time thinking about me not we
Pigtails and Velcro Shoes:
ReplyDeleteSmacking lips and licking fingers,
Moving closer under the mid-day sun.
The taste of peanut butter on lips still lingers
Feelings his breath as he whispers ‘Hun’.
I clutch the dandelion close to my heart
As we swing back and forth.
Though the petals may fall apart,
Love’s promise stays strong henceforth.
Muddy roads and troubling times,
Our love will withstand any storm.
The recess bell brightly jingles its chimes,
Ignorant bliss did misinform.
best poem ever your going to be famous
DeleteLoneliness, Lovebugs and Morphine
ReplyDeleteHe wanders down the halls.
I didn't know before,
but he's looking for a patient,
to save and drag to shore.
He keys in on her loneliness.
Now blankets her with "nice".
But soon he'll put her under
to snare her life inside a vice.
He addicts her with his morphine,
through an I.V. in her heart,
And waits quiet by her bedside,
as she lays there in the dark.
Friends start to come with flowers,
and she feebly accepts,
but the doctor's at the back door,
and he leaves with no regrets.
And in his hand, the morphine.
And in his heart, a stone.
He doesn't see who he is leaving.
He just sees how much she's grown.
He thinks she's gone and made it,
that he had helped her through.
But she's blind without the doctor,
who starts his search for someone new.
ooh i like this one :D
DeleteI like this one too!!!! GOOD JOB! :)
DeleteThanks! It was fun to write. I'd like to know what you guys think this poem is about! Does it mean something different than what it says in your opinion?
DeleteThe stares we'd get from others
ReplyDeleteAs we laughed loudly in the store
The way your blue hair glistened
That summer of 2004
Those crazy hospital visits
Where we got told to quiet down
When you beat cancer the first time
Your blue hair came back brown.
We made the best of everyday
Just two kids having fun
Little did we know that
this battle was not done.
2007, you stayed in bed
Grades, and boys didn't cross your mind.
For twelve years old you went through tons
if only we could rewind.
But summer of 2008
the fight came to an end
she said goodbye to a world
that stole the kid out of my friend.
I still play back the memories
they're always in my head,
I do not feel alone no more
you are with me till the end.
This is so amazing! Such a nice flow-y feel to the entire thing. You chose great words and descriptions to make it feel like I (the reader) was there with MY friend with blue hair. I really like this poem. Great job!
Deleteoh hey thanks so much
DeleteEnvy Rains
ReplyDeleteFresh and sweet, ahh... the smell of rain
Sun shinning through each drop
Bringing hope and life
Such a shame just to watch the rain
Deprived and cut off
Desiring to eat it
Thirsting for its freshness
Yearning to bring nourishment, life, and joy
If only I could capture this moment
This smell
in a bottle
Sent from my iPad
Favourite stanza is stanza two! Love your choice of words! Shame, Deprived, Desiring, Thirsting, etc. Great choices! Good poem :)
DeleteThe 1st Time
ReplyDeleteMother's Day;
long ago,
silly minds
and children's play
A game of house
turned into tag;
And a shout of joy
to a dog after a mouse.
Light blue eyes,
a simple hello;
catching glances
I felt like a spy.
I never thought
the would fly;
Or I might call you mine.
I never thought I would be caught.
Is This As Good As it Gets?
ReplyDeleteIs this as good as it gets?
Heartbreaks
fake friends
rumors spread.
Is this as good as it gets?
Homework
minimum wage
social life?
Is this as good as it gets?
Cold hearts
warm intentions,
failed attempts.
Love, lasting friends, secrets kept.
Less stress, good job, late night with friends.
Heart to hearts, follow through, success.
It may not be that good yet,
but that's about as good as it gets.
This is one of my favourites! It's very awesome!
DeleteFrom Jenna... (to lazy to make an account)
That day in September
ReplyDeleteEarly Septmeber,
not to hot
not to cold,
The days I don't want to remember.
Trampoline springs;
falling and rising
As I bounce.
What of these things?
Then that dreaded fence;
skipping ropes,
and plastic buckets,
You were my defence.
Never thought it was a fling;
random words
and wasted time.
I never thought it could bring;
Wild white snow;
cold long nights,
lonely thoughts of lonely minds.
The things I did not know.
Melancholia
ReplyDeleteA perfect blend,
of water, salt, and emotional proteins
whisper down cheeks.
Bloodshot eyes and
lashes black in tears.
Nodding my head down,
so people can't see me crying.
But inside, I pray they will.
Bolting from rooms
filled with people and claustrophobia.
I bawl
and snot.
Screaming down the highway.
Wailing to God.
With smudged vision.
Grasping sense and comfort
in Tupperware packed with white rice,
butter melting in rivers and salt brightening each bite.
Curled in a blanket-cave,
Leaking tears on a pillow.
Clutching a "happysad" book.
Sometimes it's best if I laugh,
people pop jokes
and I laugh and splutter.
Sometimes I need to run away
and scream in my own head for a little while.
Throw a desk against a wall with magic strength.
Somedays it's right when
I'm held tight against the heart of a friend.
And they whisper gentle words
that sail to my ears and tickle my hair
while I let them hold me still.
But no one gets it right,
it's hard to talk when your lungs
are full of tight aching sorrow.
People stand on one foot, and
squirm a little closer than they really want to.
They are nearby,
but not close enough for them to touch my hand
and too close for me to be able to edge away.
Wow! I mean...wow! So much good stuff in this.
DeleteThe Rain.
ReplyDeleteAs the rain falls I walk alone.
The streets transform from dry to wet.
And I walk.
The droplets hitting me like missiles from an unknown army determined to keep me gloom.
And I walk.
The drops of water reminding me of my dreams falling to nothing.
And I walk.
The water seeping in through my old shoes tingling my feet with its icy touch.
And I walk.
To my desolate home where I watch the rain all alone.
June 24,2013
ReplyDeleteThe day we put on the cap and
gown and walk across that stage
is also the day that we walk
out of childhood and into
adulthood.
13 years of education and now it is
time to further our minds and
experience the world around us.
June 24 is the day that no one
wants to come, but we all know
has to. It is a day that's filled with
excitement and trepidation.
A mix of excitement and fear
will be in us as we venture out
into the world of the unknown,
with God at our side guiding
us to who knows where.
Fading away
ReplyDeleteWalking through the gate,
the aromas of buttery popcorn and tasty snacks,
water my mouth with desire.
The rays of sun on my back,
warm me as I move through the crowd.
In line, I hear distant screams.
Anticipation runs through me like a trickling brook,
flooding my every nerve and thought.
I pass the ticket taker my crumpled slip.
Making that slow vertical climb to the top,
a smile creeps up my face.
Looking down, watching the people below melt away
until they’re specks on the pavement.
My stomach flips as we fly down.
A scream of excitement escapes my lips
but is lost in the bellowing whoosh of the wind.