I have written many poems and I will share some here with you all.
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I have written many poems and I will share some here with you all.
I wrote this for a weekly poetry contest. Keep Climbing the Ladder to Your Dreams When life seems like it will never change, your eyes have lost their sparkle and gleam, remember not to get down or dismayed, keep climbing the ladder to your dreams. When your past mistakes comes to haunt, all your faults seem to be displayed, keep climbing the ladder to your dreams, remember not to get down or dismayed. When sadness fills your aching heart, tears flow down your face in streams, remember not to get down or dismayed, keep climbing the ladder to your dreams. When your efforts seem to fail miserably, smiles disappear, nerves are worn and frayed, keep climbing the ladder to your dreams, remember not to get down or dismayed. When opportunities seems to pass you by, progress is thwarted by deceptive schemes, remember not to get down or dismayed, keep climbing the ladder to your dreams.
cRaZy Some people think I'm crazy, others say its true. I know I am just unique, in everything I do. I wear the latest fashions, from Goodwill's racks. I handle strangers looks, with minimal grace and tact. I wear a purple feathered hat, over my silver locks. I have unmatched colors, on my knee socks. I keep up on current events, in the grocery aisle. The plastic jewelry I wear, will never go out of style. Some question my sanity, if my mind is sound. I continue to look for it, in the lost and found.
someone questioned me if my non rhyming poem was actually a poem. This response flowed effortlessly :) My Poems There was a point in time, when all my poems rhymed. Then I threw caution to the wind, and a new type of poem did begin. Was this the beginning of my fall? The words do not rhyme at all! Have I totally lost my writing mind? Can there really be poems of this kind? The answer to this is clear to see, If you consult Mr. Google for history. I am sure that you will find, Noteworthy poems that do not rhyme.
a nod to youthful summer memories Somewhere hidden under the facade of adult buried by the stresses of life Diminished by duties and tasks silenced by other's wants needs Muted by the necessary is a little girl Who longs to run barefoot carefree through the grass Muddy feet slapping along To a long knotted rope swing At the edge of a lake Grabbing on with both hands swinging with all her might shrieking with delight As over the water she flies And letting go of the rope she splashes into the water cool and refreshing water rising to the surface She lets out a vibrant giggle And swims to shore For one more ride on the rope.
All wonderful. "cRaZy", I just have this vision of you walking around Walmart. :)
thanks for your comment here Nuuli. Crazy was fun to write :)
I appreciate the bravery of your posting these here Cari. They were quite lovely to read.
Oh so very nice! I especially enjoyed "a nod to youthful summer memories", reminds me when I was but a girl. Thank you for sharing them with us! Myk
Thanks for sharing these! They were fun to read.