Discovery
Learn more about other poetry terms
For the past year or so, I have not been feelling like who I used to be,
And no matter how hard I tried, I was not okay when I just tried to be me.
I kept doubting myself, and I became someone that I did not recognize,
I’ll lead you to the pool
Undress you for your somber dive
Bid you prayers and warnings
Love on my breath, our lips
And you dip beneath the stillness
Down
When the karma comes down;
leaves you splayed on the ground.
Don’t worry about me or if I’ve been set free.
*WHY* _I HAD_ *TO* _PONDER_
_Wandering exploring to discovery transportation, heading deep into the future_ .
hi.
my name is uncertain.
my skin flows thick with melanin.
my hair coily and dense.
i keep to myself
living in my own bubble.
just me and my poetry.
i have an observant mind
If I were a leaf on a tree..oh how would I leave ..me
leaving me..would make me laugh..leaving for you..
you think.. you ask...no says I to me...you know..
leaving for free..says me..right now..I would leave me..
A fancy sign and open door,
Is the entry where I found you.
Leaving me wanting more,
Eyes fixed to you like glue.
See, I dabble in the arts myself,
Though I haven’t had the time.
Time was something as a child that I really couldn’t convince.
It was a complex phenomenon that I really didn’t care to believe.
Time is forever on the run.
Sitting atop ruins
Covering the rotting past
I have found my own hideaway:
This Hundred Acre Wood.
To call my own.
Yes, it is far
Morning noon evening night
Rise bathe feast and then I lie
Repraise with no end in sight
I know the truth so i cry
Stagnation
I don't want to lie here with you and die
Traveling is a part of who I am
A search of me
In a place I've never seen
Weather buildings or the jungle
I find myself in bundles
I explore sandy beaches and towns where I am faceless
Dream Sand Yell, fail, break out of that worry filled jailSoar, write galore, soar some morePencil, no!
I come back to this town,
And it is not I that has changed;
But it.
The streets;
They are empty.
The houses;
They are dark.
The people;
They are cold.
Through the words flowing from this pen,
almost seamlessly it feels,
I have discovered what lies in the deepest corners of my mind,
things I never imagined I could touch.
People have always told me,
Sometimes my heart doesn't fit in my mouth
Instead, meaningless words tumble out
I wish the right phrases could roll off my tongue
So how much you mean to me could become
Next year I will be able to look at you and see a distant memory
All these broken pieces of you will be put back together
Still cracked and fragmented
But still one piece
Dear myself.
Oh how we live without a will to.
Live by the "I can't" and regretful "will do's".
Stop to examine the terrain,
to feel our toes on the mildew.
How we complete one another;
Dear friend,
How are you?
I must confess,
That mine eyes have not seen,
Your beautiful tress.
Of green leaves,
And long boughs,
And fresh, gentle touch.
I miss you,
The man was young, his mind was sharp as could be expected of such a man at such a time, and his body had endured at least enough hardships to receive a curt nod from a seasoned veteran should such an encounter play out.
Tomorrow we shall go-
leave before the dawn spreads out
and finds the shadows untouched
by light
A taken picture, attempted, failedCalled but a dreamWhat then comes of it…After the fact?My focus, my heart, perhaps the subject
I could not learn what I had to teach when I came to die, I dsicovered that I had not lived.
I did not wish to love what was not life unless it was quite neccessary.
Take it easy
Your mind is thin paper held up to the sun
Through it shines colors the eye can’t even see,
But you’re quick to burn too fast...
Be mindful & burn slow...
The Pain of Death
There comes a time in everyone’s life
When their hearts are filled with pain and strife
Where they wish time would go back
There are no monsters in the closet--
Not yet.
Because the fangs of friends have yet to be sharpened
School is a land of heroes and misfits
Every day I discover what this world has to offer
Every day I find my purpose
Every moment spent finding my purpose,
is a moment I truly discover who I am.
The way she walks transmogrifies
My brain into soft clouds and kites
When below is where reality lies
Sweetly, strongly, in those silt brown eyes
Around those black river rocks, madsmoothed
Who am I?
Am I just some short mexican girl?
Or am I really a part of this world?
Am I just a hidden shadow in the corner?
Or do I wait in a line to order?
I am one person
But I am more
I dreamed of jumping beyond the realms of dirt and pavement-- to soar as far as the wind could take me. So I leapt. But once I reached that farthest point--the spot I once desired most, I came back.
Knowledge
New, Delightful
Learning, Encouraging, Discovering
Waking up to learn new things
Power
One day is a dancing Gypsy
all tinkling bengals
and swirling rainbows.
The next is a starving dire wolf
icy grey, its
bloody teeth bared.
I've heard I am not a land mine,
Dear Self,
When you were 6
You yelled and yelled
and your heart felt sad and confused
because that boy embarresed you at school
So Self,
when you were 10
you hit a wall
I feel confliced
I feel lost
I feel constricted
Where have my hopes gone?
I have lost my guidence
I have lost my touch
My heart and brain have a crashed alliance
My eyelids felt so heavy, that I wished again to be
at home, and in my warm bed fast asleep.
I did not wonder what the poet said, for it was not to me.
I’d worked on my Medieval Literature project
Who am I?
A question that has plagued for as I can recollect.
I'm African. I'm Indigenous. I'm European.
But who am I really?
In my youth I would yearn for you, this knowledge of self.
Blink,
and the delicate parachutes whistling
with white-spun dandelion seeds drift to
form the rich parchment of
my thoughts,
channeled
It is still hard to believe,
But we are approaching an end of a journey
That we have walked on
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Johnny came to visit when I was nine
He only had the chance to just that one time
He still smiled as often as he always did
But his smile seemed almost crooked
I asked him why that was and he said:
Here but never seen
Hide behind the camera
I am a coward
Stuck in a small world
Yearning for new adventures
Am I a Man
Am I honest
Am I emotional
Am I young
Am I human
Am I alone
Am I free
Am I home
Am I wise
Am I ready
Am I loving
Am I suporting
Am I helpful
You can see it.
A grey mass
with the weight of
Universes.
Skyward,
we travel to lands beyond comprehension.
Skyward,
we travel back home.
Skyward,
we travel to the land
As I walk down the forest today,
I look, look far deep in the forest pathway
Only to see what I saw yesterday,
Are you feeling better now?
If so, tell me how
Tell me how you find it in you, in your mind
To put aside everything you think
And to see what you can find.
See if you can find the good in your heart
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
We all attempt to know ourselves.
As people, we are born and the process begins.
Exploration of body and mind,
Blinking eyes and wiggling fingers and toes,
We search for answers.
I stumble across beauty
I smile only
if you could see the world
through my eyes you could
see
just allow me
express truth
an artistic slueth
shall not
forget not
A longing within the deepest of skin
Flows like a heedless stream
For there we were, distant but sure
That all was like a waking dream
I gazed in eyes that analyzed
Processing what I contained
I spend my nights driving
And I don’t have my license
Not even my permit
But I spend my nights driving
My soul rises out of its apparatus
And it drives all night
And into the morning
So I am
Living, breathing, moving,
What for, who shall move me?
I move myself, but why?
I watch myself from time to time
Watching in awe, who am I?
I am no one, but really I am everyone.
Why walk on the pavement of conformity
When I can enjoy the plush Earth's dewy grass?
Ascending to uncharted skies,
Where the thrill of discovery
Is more than a balloon ride.
Love and pain.
Loss and gain.
New paths to take.
Old friends again.
Mother and father to hold your hand.
An ex-best friend to take your man.
A heart to break and a heart to have.
You never really cared, you just kept trudgin through all the blank stares.
Got lost in the numbers, in the crowd was despair.
We never really exactly knew what we learned,
A star shining so bright yet ignoredWaiting on a chance to be noticedWhile sitting in the background Watching as his chance fades away Something caught the star's attentionSomething beautiful and glistening
A glimpse of another life can ruin youDreaming can create the most excruciating heartbreak
I had always been told not to put all of my eggs in one basketNot to count the chickens before they hatched
Life,
Like the desert,
Is bleak and harsh,
Showing no mercy for those
Who walk through it.
And yet if a man
Can find it in himself,
To look more closely at the desert
You were born into this world as nothing but you,
The potential was endless, if only you knew.
Question has been there, a childhood friend,
Not every day do you see a place like this
Some call it a hole, others an abyss
It appears to be a gateway to Hell
Those who fall into it have a story to tell
The cave fish swim
Round and round
Going nowhere
Blind in the dark
Most have no eyes
But one fish sees
Sees the blackness
Feels the hopelessness
The fish with eyes
Who am I?A brown girl?A tall girl?The girl who changesher hair often?
Who am I?The introvert?The intellegent one?The sarcastic one?
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that shimmers isn't diamond
Just because you think you know me,
Doesn't mean you really do.
I can guarantee you that I'm not
The person who you think I am,
Poetry is the sun's ray as it greets the earth every morning.
Poetry is the oxygen we breathe as we search for something more.
Poetry is the words on a page that form the universe around us.
I laid on the night's earthListening through the past's melodiesI felt the wind sweep me through timeI looked through a telescope and saw the faded starsA hundred and ten keys piled under the moonlight
I fear that as I grow older,I am not so much getting wiser,But rather, imaginativeIn hiding my lack of knowledge.
P { margin-bottom: 0.08in; }
You showed me my face
when you looked in my eyes.
I used to stare at white walls with cobwebs splintering the corners.
I cried because my veins were hollow
I write to find myself. I write to sort this all out. I write because my heart and mind have much more to say that my mouth could ever accurately convey.
Roaming down the dark halls,
Searching for something,
For someone.
Their thoughts intertwined with my own,
I have to find them.
I need to find them.
My pulse is racing, my breath is catching,
An endless dark
Boundless for eternity
Started with but a spark
And magnified into glorious vastness
With great bodies of flame and light
Ringed with odd assortments of rock and gas
Upscale or upstage
Peaceful fight or calm rage
Black and white or a melodic gray
Take hold of the wind or the gravity and stay
We each have a well inside of us,
filled with exhilaration and craze.
It is our driving force.
It is the host of every moral and desire we once entertained.
It is the common truth that connects us all,
So, they say that words have power
that we create matter,
but all of my words
haven't felt like they have power.
It begins when
The innocence of white
Flirts with a tease of pink.
A white dove
Grows strawberry lips.
And soon comes the thirst.
The passion.
A rosy cheek
And burning tongue
Once again I'm stuck in time
Frozen in thoughts
Crossing every and all spectrums
I call it...being in my feelings
In efforts to continue my lie
And with a sigh the cycle restarts until
Who am I?
Right now.
I know, I know.
But who am I, when the world turns dark?
As I wander through this endless park?
Am I me? Am I you?
Do I love? Do I hate?
---The Discovery---
“What is love?” she asked;
The answer was but masked.
“What is passion?” she inquired.
Is it merely something to be desired?
