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Poems about dinner at seven,
and baths at three in the morning.
Poems about faith at midnight,
I think it was high time
I took what was yours, I gave what was mine.
And for quite some time we made it work
I think that deserves, at least, an ode.
It might as well be a eulogy
Or a vow,
To Space
More beautiful than the brightest smile
as old as all of time itself
The soul of the universe
creatively dancing through the sky
Oh space, how I adore you!
Bailey George,
O how I miss you:
Your shiny black coat with the crest of white on the center of your chest,
Your tiny ears that never seemed to fit your 95 lb frame,
My love, my one and only,
A cherub in the eyes of man
She is so small, her bones withering
To the touch, frail ribs poke against the skin
Hello, new friend, as beautiful as a warm, spring day
You are always in the bay in May
You are as red as a tomato
Not as dull as a potato
Handsome and shining
I am made of stone.
The years have eroded me into what I am,
A poet,
A daughter.
Carved by the finest of artists,
Your majors dance to right the wrong,
Your minors sweep in somber song.
Each note progresses flawlessly
To tell a story in any key.
A tune that captivates one’s mind
Apocalyptic
and when you think about it,
some of the sounds are slightly
(just slightly, like a whisper)
cryptic.
Congratulations. You’ve done it.
With words of wisdom and liberty,
You can lean back and sit
A tree cast from iron stands proud by the wall,
This tree does not bloom, nor lose leaves in the fall.
It does not give almonds, leaves, berries, or sticks,
This black metal tree that grows down by the bricks,
In the morning her eyes paint the cities horizon.
Stretching and yawning.
Getting dressed; Her blue tapestry.
Opening the door to her apartment
She climbs down broken stairs.
It's payday Friday.
Life gets tough when you aren't around.
Without none of the things you have to offer.
So much as the ease of a smile.
But what I love most about it.
Your boy has talentI see it in his eyesThat voice carries angels to the skyI wouldn't liePray God on highHear me when I sayHe's gonna make it one day.
We all have a story
Adventures to tell
Memories of old conversations held
Except
Those who are quiet have a different tale to tell
Usually right there with them is their security blanket
A crutch
My erythrocytes are letters
my blood is tomato soup made of english and iron
paper cuts are spelling bees
blisters ooze puss and punctuation.
Sometimes I feel if I ever bled out
You are something new
Someone my life never had before
But the moment it did
I knew I wanted more of you
You who I’ve always been told to ignore
I have a confession...
and I must say,
that I am in love.
with a movement
and a little mood hits.
well, not little, but big
Chipotle, Chipotle, you're oh so great
A rice bowl and chips are what I most prefer on my plate
To go alongside I will get coca-cola
a sky of blackbirds and blue jays
does never cross my mind
as much as deserts and cacti
all be in short supply.
and though i of the sea proclaim
the safety of my heart
You’ve always help up your head for me
Always thought about what was best for me
But I don’t know why you can’t see
You’re too stressed and it makes it hard for me to sleep
Ink that you bare so proudly,
That mirrors the writing of my mother,
Of the Matthew verse she taught me.
“So, don’t worry about tomorrow
For tomorrow with have worries of its own.
I am so lucky to see the world in color,
To wake up and have the sunlight shine on my skin.
My life has been crafted by the hands of someone who mused on pigmentation;
Long live my Father
Who is the wisdom in life's eye
Who upon his shoulders rest
Who is never willing to die
Long live my Father
Who upon a chariot was born
From the early mornings
until the late nights, oh what a sight.
No you don’t bark,
bark you have never.
But you listen
Like the leaves brushing outside of my window in soft strokes
Our daily visitor’s a special cat,
No-one can really argue about that!
Across the road she comes to our side,
From the animals at her house she wants to hide.
once upon a time
our lives were intertwined the right way
the love we had so sticky sweet
rich like batido de mamay*
flower garlands
lockets
locked hands
Oh books that I love,with your frayed covers and tattered pagesYou take me on perilous adventuresand entice me with electrifying romances.You make me laugh at characters mischief and weep at their demise.
Ode to the State
Ode to the love
and to the hate
Ode to the world
that we make
To the skies of gray
The beauty of birth,
you come out so pink.
Eyes not even open,
who knows what you think.
Now you are older,
that is for sure.
A coat of black and white,
so soft is your fur.
My soul rests within your twisted knots,
Warren and bear from storm and play.
Each stroke of your bark holds separate memories,
We pass you by without second thought.
Hope is a thing without substance,
More fickle than one would think.
Yet around us it lives in abundance
Even when we are on the brink
Once in a while, on a Good Friday,
I might get the chance to have you.
To see you fall into the smokey sauna,
Brings sweet pleasure to my bubbling taste buds.
I love hearing your sweet sizzle,
Thank you for granting me impermanence;
Consciousness is a pair of 3D glasses
or 2 hours of headache tossed in the trash.
If I had to keep taking shits until the Universe’s expiration date,
Your voice spills from the Earth
It spews from the soil and resonates
It resonates through everything
Every word spoken spurts the painful truth
O rotted scripts, yellowed as teeth, this agéd ivory
Beauteous was the tongue that traced all glamor in thy tree
Whisper to thee thy history, of how thou came to be
Reveal to thee thy ancient tale of score and victory.
His eyes are so beautiful, I could stare into them forever.
His lips so full and soft, my favorite to kiss.
His skin so rough, yet pleasing to my touch.
His voice is admired by others, but loved by me.
You are the aching breaths
The struggling steps i’ve taken to the healing powers in tomorrow
Tears marked with death
You no longer have control over my sorrows
A couple clicks
On a bright screen
In a dimly lit familiar place
New seats take the frustration away
But no the panic of deadlines
Or the anxiety of competition
Among the better graphics
Bubbly bubbly bubbly soap
Oh how you give me some kind of hope
I step out fresh from head to toe
Even in the dark you make me glow
Everyday you clean me oh so well
So that everyone can always tell
This is to those souls who turn penciled prose once froze poetically
Into hearts spoke phonetically
Because
Respectively
Some words are too great
To be caged upon a page.
So
Here's to
The day is long, its prospects dreary, and in this state I’m weak and weary.
I have no drive and no desire; I need something that will inspire.
Of movement and of thoughts I’m leery, yet to my mind there comes a query:
You relish in the moment I get jealous.
You thrive when I feel invisible & not alive.
You hide in what you can't confide.
You make the world damned.
Innocence is banned.
Oh Half Mile,
Hearing that gun
How it makes me smile
You always make it fun
You make me forget about life for awhile
There once was a rose made out of concrete
Becuase concrete is where it grows
Its petals frozen solid
By the ice, the wind, and snow
Though it is beautiful on the outside
Its true colors will never show
I have a love hate relationship with swimmingIt seems like it’s up and down every weekBut my tolerance has grown over eight yearsNow I know how to deal with it.I spend so many hours in the poolAll the tears and disappointing memories fadeWhen I wi
Mi Sol, Oh how I miss
Your mysterious brown eyes
Like a dark starless night.
I love how you rub your scruffy beard
Upon my soft, gentle cheek.
There is that one thing we love so much
But, everything must come to an end
Our most favorite, cherished thing slips out of our touch
Once its gone you must move on to your new best friend
Ode to the lost
You don’t know where you are
Or where you’re going
Only where you’ve been
Ode to the confused
You try to understand
the needle comes down
and a crackle comes to life
shellac disc
inscribed with spiral grooves
Water from the sky
Falling like tears from an infant’s eye
Multitude of tiny drops
Watering many farmers’ crops
Rain is destruction
Oh! Fork, you are so silver and strong.
You help me eat my salad.
This is why I write a ballad.
Oh! Fork with no distinct handle.
Picked up ham, cucumber and leaf
Cheese and Onion and beef
I believe you're misunderstood
No one bothers to look for the good
That you've given me all my life
Such a crazy misconception
On my part that I had been wishing to leave this place behind at all
Oh, the saccharine exhale of the skies
Breaking through the denseness of stagnant air
Lifting up spirits and drowning out destitute cries
Claiming the heavens as her lair
Reigns the frivolous delight known as wind
I love the way your words cuuurl up
Around your front teeth
Like a cat’s tail...
Or a breath of cool morning air that
floats up to fill the space
Before finally getting spat out.
Clothing could never warrant me dressed
For I am naked without you, my Jewels
Gold! your chains' yellow hue draped on my chest
Liken the skin beneath them beautiful
My rings are not just simple silver bands
Ode to Darkness
You have existed
since the beginning
of time
and for too many years
and to too many minds
have been
misunderstood
odd how i think ofYou in the spice aisleof the grocer near my homewhich sits empty,waiting forYour bodyto fill it with the smell of rosemary andsmoke. if only i had time
Oh thank the Lord for making me flawless
in a way that I understand I am a flawed human being.
With that I cover my path with humility
for you have revealed to me the wisdom that "so the last will be the first,".
A cradling embrace
A comfort space
A warm hug
The night of cotton
The understanding we crave
You always looked at the bright side,
Even on the gloomiest days.
You taught me to adjust to the tide,
Yet, stand firm in my ways.
Something is wrong
You’re so far away
Not for too long
You’ll be here to stay
Joined by mothers
You are like a sister
Though we can act like brothers
And sure cannot whisper
Ode to Arizona on a Hot Summer's DayWritten by Adam M. SnowOh sweltering is summer's day of bliss,
O lost and forgotten ones,
Thou and thy daughters and sons,
Thou that lived, and breathed, and died,
And spoke, and laughed, and cried.
O poor and broken heart,
You are so graceful, elegant
Even sometimes sudden and firm
Steps are delicate, yet sharp
The movements are very versatile
Flexibility, precision, and control
The ticking, ticking of the clock
Repetitious, never stopped
Ticking, tocking all the day
All while the pendulum swings and sways
Oh so rhythmic and defined
Oh so soothing all the time
Did you see that? That, there.
That lady is staring at me.
She keeps looking over here.
Do I have a booger in my nose?
Is my receding hairline showing?
Twenty years old with a receding hairline.
Music is everything
It is soul
It is raw emotion
It is joy and it is fear
It is sight while it is sound
Because we are the broken and shattered
crooked smiles on crooked streets
treadmill runners yearning for a place to be
Because we desire to be found as "somebody"
Ode to my bed
Whom I sleep with at night
Small, and with soft sheets
Ode to my bed
The sheets cover my body
A comforter on top
Ode to my bed
Holding me at night
I don’t remember when I first truly appreciated Your existenceWhen I was first thankful to have YouWhen I first beckoned on You
Wintry berries
dead at the tips
of snow-sagged branches
red as blood-inked lips.
Wintry oceans
tucked into bed
with the earth beneath it,
people on its head.
Ode to my greatest companion, Teddy
Your small body, covered in purple fur, battered and worn down after over a decade of use
Early mornings enhanced by your bold flavor, awakening my senses.
With a few sugars and some hazelnut cream you become the perfect way to start the day.
Flowers are the diamonds of nature.
They blossom and bloom
like little turtles emerging from their shells.
The dewdrops are like jewels,
glistening glamourously in the sun.
Dancing the dance of the slowly dying,
your defiant grin is reflected
in every Jack-O-Lantern,
stitched, into every Scare-Crow.
You shower the ground in
a flurry of colorful confetti
AFTER
Hang the head in shame for the days that plague me
Forsake the days that remain
The heaviness of my soul, a bare witness to the sheer pain the earth provides
O Creative Writing, you have treated me well!Now I hope that I do not forget how to spell.We have learned that poetry has meaning and grace,And that it can benefit the whole human race.
Ode To Sunshine
Looking Over The Valley
Slowly Spreading Sunshine
Reaching Out Its Fingers
And Touching Everything
Ode To Sunshine
Turning Orange To Yellow
Warmth Is A Blanket
A white orb of light
Hangs out amidst beautiful dust
To accentuate her amount of might
Especially when it causes much fuss
How wonderous an entity you are.
I only wish to share you with the world
and proclaim my undying affections.
Your powers are infinite.
Your purpose is true.
I am but an instrument to you,
There is no feeling,
Quite like the moments before you step on stage,
In front of a packed house,
Your stage director looks at you and says,
30 seconds to curtain,
Such gentle creatures
They hold a calming trait
Giving warm, friendly features
A friend to turn to and wait
I got introduced to this CREW
When I became a part of DRAMA
It was for my high school PLAY
Some day it feels like i live HERE
As if this is my FIRST
HOME.
I met the dear Ophelia
Upon the western stair
Through some columns of transport
Into the wild air.
Bought by my grandma, than passed
on to my mother, who then
passed it to me, is a little
piano with the notes
written on the
keys.
Though old and worn as a school girl's first
You’re always there to calm my nerves,
Change my mood or help me clean.
Lifting spirits while refreshing memories
Bringing back what’s fond to me
You, mother, are the object of my appreciation.
You have brought me into this strange world,
Leaving me to explore with bright eyes and no sense of direction
The fresh air being inhaled into my tiny lungs for the first time
Oh dear Muse, I don’t know your name, I can’t see your face,
But your silent words, inspire me to chase my dreams.
Because of your weightless pull, I will take another step.
Because of your gentle hand, I will never stray.
It sat there, on its godly pedestal,
Alone.
All its Friends of the Chocolate were unmistakably
Gone. Vanished.
O Dear Cookie
Sweet Cookie
O Cookie
Tell me your secrets of survival.
Dear notebook,
whom I could not live without.
You are my life and my outlet.
Please don't ever get lost.
Eyes,
pools of liquid splendor,
orbs of silent intensity,
flitting here,
flitting there,
resting in sunken sockets
and greedily consuming each ray of light.
You hide your power behind leaden lids
I could not figure out what to write about
It was quite the mess to figure out
My mother had tons of doubt
In my terrible rhyming skills
She thought I was unable to rhyme
Worth a dime
