Throughout the years, I have written a lot of poetry. It is mainly to express how I feel about certain topics, and for my own edification. I have written poems for others, but it is usually as a gift because I took the time to write it especially for them.
I said I would share some poems, and so here are a selection that make up the majority of this blog post today. Enjoy the read!
Home
Riding along
On a slow blue train
Traveling onward
To destination known
Sun beats down
On the train's metal roof
As it chug chugs along....
I sit and let the ride take me along
And watch through the window
Looking at green fields galore
At the changing topography
Of concrete buildings;
I think my random thoughts
I listen to music
I sip bottled water; I hear
A single note intoned by engines
Whizzing along tracks of iron;
The train chugs along
Taking me closer...
Reminding me that
I'll soon be back
Amongst familiar places
At my own special place
The one
Called
Home
The first impression...
(I created this non-rhyming poem, because sometimes, some of the actions you carry out when someone meets you the first time, may not be the way you usually are, and give a wrong first impression of who you may be, even if you are usually a controlled, gentle, and loyal soul...:)
The first impression
Can sometimes be the wrong impression
Depending on the temperament of who sees it.
How you act may be a rarity in character
That someone may perceive one way
While another sees it a different way.
You may give more then you ought
Because the piano keys in your mind
played a sweet melody in harmony with their bass.
You may give less then you wanted
Because you think that the gaming rules state this
And lose out on a fortune.
Life is entwined with love
Love is entwined with the stability of sensibility
Friendship is entwined with the joy of laughter
Laughter is entwined with the ivy of hope.
It is a gamble when any choice is made
Results are 50/50.
Nothing
Or everything.
Learning to understand
and give a second chance on a wish
Is the antidote to a warlike world.
You win some.
You lose some.
But you learn that
Mistakes can be atoned for
And mistakes can be learned from.
And you hope
You are not written off
Because of that wrong first impression...
If a flower buds too early
Within the wilds of a snowy plain
Is that a mistake?
Or is it showing its beauty to the oyster pearl moon
To brighten the day of the one man who lives on it
And brings joy to many a wintry night?
Unknown
Eyes that see seek what is blind,
Mouths will speak words that mean nought,
Wordless expressions convey nuances that are lost
And time will show what is missing...
A Double U
Waiting
Wondering
Why?
What is?
What was?
What shall be?
Why the sigh?
Why the moan?
Why the grimace?
What was
What is
Will be!
Seasons
To start with the spring of youthful trust
No questioning of the time that's past
Opinion strong, and selfish moves
Designate a life of capricious moods
Then summer comes, and with that blooms
A spreading of boundaries, like redcap mushrooms
And flowers unfurl from small, small buds
You ripen; and life then proceeds thus...
Into autumn, where wistful dreams will bleed
And leaves fall onto carpets of weeds
The soul contracts, to contemplate
Your life's winding path, the steps to your fate...
And winter is reached, the end of your thread
That Atropos will cut to make you dead
The seasons of this life come now to a close
And you start one again, as you decompose.