To outsiders we may seem like pathetic losers
always laughing at the most inappropriate times
ironic isn’t it, how we started as friends and have become much more than that
to some she may not mean much but to me she means the world
The word best friend just doesn’t do her justice
I wouldn’t trade what we have for all the money in the world, or chicken
I love what I have become thanks to her friendship
Words aren’t enough to explain, she’s family and for that I thank her
For always being there unconditionally
Remember to chase your dreams Heidi
I hope you dance
Reyneisha Thurston Reply: February 25th, 2011 at 12:00 pm
The sun is the setting, the sky is calm,
and the wind is gently blowing.
Dinner is served, noise above a whisper,
familiar faces smiling at each other,
the smell of bread and dessert in the air.
The sound of cups hitting the table,
bowls and plates being cleaned with the fork;
yet some hearts are heavy and some minds are confused,
thinking of the years they have to serve,
while sitting in the dinning hall of the prison.
My eyes are closed and I’m lying down;
I enter a world that no one else can enter but me.
This world has so many doors, waiting to be opened,
And as I open the first few doors, I can see my past, present, and future,
but some doors haunt with mind-blowing scenes
which often speak to me
or force me back into the real world
Either happy or sweating with fear.
Composing a poem
Lifting up my pen for the hundredth time.
Wondering what is going on in my mind
Suffering from a case of ants in my pants I cease to stand still.
My computer screen is slowly fading
I am yet to find a topic worth writing.
What can be my problem?
What is the cause for this disaster?
That causes me to feel as if the walls around me are spinning
They are starting to spin faster
Why must I feel so inept? When I have been kept
alone trying to be productive. I do my best but my mind is blank.
I feel as if a pirate is instructing me to walk off the plank
to my doom to my room of solitude. The place I call my mind but right now at the
moment I have zero vacancy due
to my attitude. It’s no use anymore. I can’t go on. No matter what strategy I use I still
have nothing. Never thought that writing a poem would be so mind draining
maybe my mind would be clearer if it were raining.
Keys
You lay around my neck close to my hart
The big one is used to give my car a start
Giving me the power to do as I please
I can spread my winds with the greatest of ease
As if the noise of the engine when it’s turn on
Turns me into a bird and allows me to be gone
Key
Do you know what it’s like to open your doors to freedom?
It’s like discovering a whole kingdom
No more nagging and begging and depending
But more like flying and seeing and smelling.
Just like a baby out of the womb
Eager to explore every corner as thorough as a broom
And just what is the secret to exploring the seas?
My very own and long awaited car keys!
I hate not having you around.
I hate not being able to look into your eyes.
And dare them to find everything I need and wish…
Finding you was the best because you’re all I desire
I hate not being able to scream I Love You! Without even tell you in the face
why? Because I am caught in four cold and dry walls.
Four feelings that are burning inside of me and are killing me little by little, leaving no trace of me, I’m just slowly falling apart.
HOW I KNOW IS LOVE?!
Because is killing me, consuming me, I suffer, I cry and I cannot hold back any longer, this feeling is hotter than a thousand suns around me.
I hate feeling that only a smile from you can completely change my day!
The laughter your brought and the joy I felt whilst you where in my arms are that I never knew. A fantasy world I live in since I’ve had you around. Am I asleep I have to ask myself, if so never wake me up. Pretty things shining around me and pieces of tomorrow circling around my mind .I look into your eyes and the brown of them are like little pieces of caramel.
Your voice is a sweet lullaby that lulls me ever so gently into a never ending slumber. The kisses that make me feel brand new. Your touches ever so tender so loving and sweet. It’s hard to explain how I feel when I’m in them .A love that many wish for a dream world to me but really a reality. One in which I never want to leave.
I tell the story of love my life with a man who touches me tender. Your hand caressing my face on my hips and on my thighs the love that never ever will leave that’s what you always give me with your tender touch, the tender touch that I’ll never want to leave.
“Washed Away”
The beautiful flower on which our love once grew
Now floats lifelessly into the river
The massive waves ferociously tearing apart the petals
Showing what once was, is only what we knew
Let my hair ride this rollercoaster we call wind
Freeing me of all hurt and pain
For tomorrow brings the shine of my prince charming
Patiently waiting for me to make change
She speaks to my art form with her existence, every word written before her explains what I need not want…..She shouldn’t be surprised I’m writing this… cause I’ve been writing about her way be for I met her, every last phrase or quote Has been written across my soul and leaked on to paper when ever the thoughts of your presence arised from the depths of my mind, has happiness become an euphemism for your name??…..it must have, cause for every moment your name is mentioned its like a shot of adrenaline is pumped through the veins of life and into the heart of my mind, I must commend you, you were persistent with making me wait, but now that time and my feelings have come to an agreement I wish they would sees to advance forward so that this moment would last as long as the wait you put me through…and in that moment we would reminisce about things to come and go, now that time is on our side there is no past nore future only the present…but since I have an contradicting nature I would let you go just to find you again……..Even if it’s all just in my head……….Oz
The ring i wear is like a snowflake falling from the sky.
It glistens like the water when the sun shines upon it.
Everyway you see it, it changes its shape into something more magnificent.
It is a mirage to stare at when the sun magnifies its beauty. The ring has a mystical meaning to me, & others are mistified by it. Its beauty belongs to me, as a lasting love that my dad will always have for me.
You stand tall and proud
And I hide under your swaying limbs to protect me
From the glare of he who burns me with intensity.
Though I still feel his fury,
I feel I am safe from his scorching stare.
@Heidi Malaret, I really like your poem because although it is titled “The Tree and the Sun”,
it could have a different meaning behind it. For example, “And I hide under your swaying limbs to protect me”, could mean you’re protected by someone, a male perhaps.
My red Mytouch® t-mobile phone
With your cracked screen
How many special moments have you been with me
I know its have been a while
But now it’s time
To get an I-phone®
And change my life.
Having millions of apps
Every time we were together,
I told you I’ll be yours forever.
You’d look up and tell me,
that forever wasn’t long enough.
But you were all lies.
You even had the guts to look me in the eyes.
You’re full of shit and a selfish bitch.
I hope you get a chance to read this.
I wish the worse.
Sincerely yours,
Your newest curse.
Every time we were together,
I told you I’ll be yours forever.
You’d look up and tell me,
that forever wasn’t long enough.
But you were all lies.
You even had the guts to look me in the eyes.
I have fought your infection.
You’re never winning me over.
What we had,
It’s all over.
Endless Love
My 2 little sisters and my little brother!
Oh how those three can frustrate me….and my mother!
Every morning it’s a hassle to get them up for school.
But somehow we manage to get them up, to at least wipe off their drool.
Those few hours the kids are at school are the best.
It gives my mother a chance to have some well-deserved rest.
After just two hours of them being gone it seem like EVERYTHING is missing.
Maybe I’ve already gotten used to hearing my sister constantly whistling?
The clock strike 2 PM and it’s time to pick up the kids.
The school is such mayhem, mothers looking around trying to not lose their lids.
I find my posse of children and get ready to go home;
And suddenly the ice cream truck passes by and all you hear is “I wanna big dipper cone”
Everybody gets their ice-cream and we’re set to go.
I ask my brother if I can have some of his ice cream and he say “NOO!”
Finally were home, peace and serenity.
But my peace is disturbed by my sisters’ reruns of the TV show “Glee”.
My family may not be the most normal family in the world;
But, living with them completes me and makes me the happiest girl.
Even though my siblings make extreme messes and excessively fart;
They know I love them and I know they love me with all their heart.
Heidi Malaret Reply: February 25th, 2011 at 6:25 pm
@Laura Jimenez, i loved your poem!
i can relate to this because my sisters drive me insane but i still love them. even though we bicker a lot and i think i need a break from them, once they’re gone i miss them. to an outsider it might not look it, but my sisters and i are pretty close.
my little sister used to whistle ALL THE TIME when she was younger, though now that she’s older she only whistles when shes calling someone.
the line “Maybe I’ve already gotten used to hearing my sister constantly whistling?” brings back so many memories. <3
Also, my oldest sister probably feels the same way you do about the show "Glee". I LOVE THAT SHOW. it's my favorite show in the whole wide world! im totally addicted. my sister rolls her eyes everytime she sees me watching it.
i think you did a great job writting this poem. not only does it gives insight into how your siblings are, but also how life must be like with them. 🙂
Not only a rectangle of the next generation,
but also the door to communication.
It takes me to different places, different cities.
All I have to do is go visit.
Even though we don’t talk much each other,
it helps me stay in touch.
Sometimes we fight,
sometimes everything’s fine.
Always with me,
like a good friend of mine.
Losing our freedom slowly, humanity is blind.
More and more rules yet people don’t mind.
Slowly losing all power, getting more confined.
People to into their own world, dreaming for a change.
Too scared to fight for what is rightfully theirs things stay unchanged.
Revolution is needed to make things deranged.
Then and only then can we truly make a difference and take what’s ours.
Freedom is not free and to obtain it the animal must be uncaged.
This is a mad world.
He screams I hate you
This makes me cry
The tears are constant they never die
I hate my heart
For allowing the lies
Sorrow full it up like a cloud in the sky
As I breakdown
The pain, The pain
It always remain
He’s immune to the pain
I hate his actions and despise
His ways
I scream out help
And no one is there
My heart can’t remain
Won’t remain
Humble
If this pain remains
As I enter your sanctuary
I can’t contain the butterflies
Flying wild within my stomach.
I don’t feel nervous. Why should I?
When you greet me with warm colors
And lovely paintings of your creations.
As I praise you with all my heart
I can feel your fire burning inside of me.
Burning away all the impurities within.
Making my eyes fill with rushing rivers
That can’t seem to stop flowing,
I don’t want them to stop flowing.
As I lift my hands to show my gratitude
To tell you how much I love to praise you.
How I want to hear you,
How I want to know your what lies within your heart
And how I want to see with your eyes.
I can feel your power moving within me.
Oh help me never live without you by my side.
Because apart from you my heart doesn’t desire anything.
All I want to do is give you the glory you deserve.
And thank you for what you are doing in my life.
As I leave your house I feel a revival within.
I feel a peace, with new strength, and more love than I had.
I live for you because you died for me.
@elizabeth muno,
I totally relate with your poem. I loved how you managed to put these feeling into words. I share these feelings. You helped me see with my eyes what I usually feel with my heart but can not explain. Thank you for that. I really liked your poem.
It would be so easy to just not care,
Because life can just get so unfair.
No one benefits from giving up,
But when conflict comes at you so abrupt,
How do we confine ourselves from shedding our own blood?
@Danielle E. Rodriguez,
When I saw the title I wanted to read the poem. It was like if I had no option but to read it. I really like it. Loved the contrast between the poem and the title. It’s like the title wants to live and the poem doesn’t.
No one can change me
I am who I am
African-American, dark brown hair, 5’3
Slanted eyes and pink lips
Determined, self –driven, and motivation
That’s me!
I am comfortable in my own skin
No nip No tuck
Destroying gods’ creation is a sin
I am proud of who I am
Outside and within my soul
No one can change me I am
Charley Jones!
I met Summer in summer
A time in my life where I truly
Appreciated her this time around
A Time when I didn’t take her for granted
The temperature or her warmth
A time where my heart would melt
As her beauty shone brightly on me
There were no lonely days with Summer
The air was fresh a breath
I wouldn’t regret getting lost in
I made every moment last with Summer
Every day counted as a blessing
I engaged myself with familiar friends and mellow company
But never was I distracted
Enough to forget her; this season
Summer helped me realize my growth
How far I’ve come; my youth my inner child
Her presence always flowed like a stream; cool waters
This cooled the scorch of a bad day
And cool kisses that kissed my cheek
Embracing each other in love
Summer’s nights were spent with me
Lying on next to her body;
A body of sand at the beach
As we gazed up at the as starry night,
While the evening season and I
Gazed at the twinkle in her eye
Memories fade and time goes on but
Even though summer has come and past…
Summer is here to stay
“where’s my angel”
I’m tired of living a lie
cuz when i thought an angel is in my life.
i treated her so
well and right
but in the end it didn’t work out
so right
but in this world there’s nothing right so no one knows what’s right.
“I should have known better”
I should have known that where going to be with him instead of being with me I notice
when you said his name and smiled i should have said “It’s Over”.I but I thought you would stay with me this time it brings me pain when i see you with him.
When I was in love with you,
I never cared about anything else.
Being with you was the only thing in use,
I never dreamed of loving a male like yourself.
Under the covers, I lay
Crying my eyes until they looked bloody
Thinking of the man I once called bae.
Torn inside, but my heart stayed stunning.
After all is done, you run back
No open arms as you walk by
Turn around and put yourself in a trap
As I have the key to escape, on my side.
Never let no one get away with murder
Because feelings is as delicate as a baby’s shoulder.
Soldiers and Officers are a breed all their own,
They do what they must with honor and trust,
We are the civilians that pray for their help,
They rise to the challenge and tighten their belt.
Their families are home and pray every night,
Anticipating their return, hoping they’re alright,
Most will come home wounded but proud,
We the civilians should gather a crowd,
Our heroes are safe from the horror and raids,
The least we can do is plan a parade.
Maribel Perez Reply: February 27th, 2011 at 11:29 pm
@Y. Ramirez-Herrera, Hey I love your poem because it’s sucks how many people don’t appreciate them as much as we should. Because of them our country is safe and a better place. Great Job!
i will always remember when i first laid my eyes on you
when you looked at me with thise dark brown eyes
i just knew thay you were mine.
on the drive to your new home you slept on my lap
and i just felt your heart go tap tap tap.
you are sad but and obedient dog
how can i ever give you up
you bring joy to my life when i feel down
but dont feel sad, because you’re heavy i have to put you down
we share walks in the park and run side by side
we act like clowns when there is no one insight
i just knew you were the one for me when i saw you
i remember it like it was the very first time.
Skittles come in many colors-reds, oranges, pinks, blues;
It’s up to hungry consumers which tasty color they choose;
Do you want tangy orange, sour lemon, or sweet fruity mango?
Maybe purple berry, red cherry, or green kiwi-lime tango?
Whichever one you desire, time to taste the rainbow!
Is this feeling really real?
Love is a massacre not afraid to kill.
I reminisce daily on the times we spent.
You had me thinking that you were heaven sent.
The cheating and lying continued daily.
The food stamp deduction was the only thing that fazed me.
I don’t hate you for having sex with my brother.
Because for the past six months I been sleeping with your mother.
The smiling sun when i woke up
The birds flying to my window landing in a bump
The wind whispers softly deep in my ear”hurry come outside,winter is almost here”
The fresh scent of pine trees not lead but carries me
but drifts me to a place which feels like
reality
But cold drips hit my face which opened my eyes to see
My smiling sun a moon and my reality a dream
My mind wonders as if I am lost, for I know I am lost without you. Late nights I talk to the moon, wonder if you do too. My eyes then fill up with tears because they long for the day they will open and see you looking back. Your love warms me like the morning sun shine. I remember just looking at you sleep made me smile. A memory with you is something nobody can take from me. Wonder why do I see many faces that look like you, Am I really going crazy? Tossing and turning all night, not being able to sleep. Headaches for thinking too much. Do you miss me? Should I miss you? Would you come back? I’m holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won’t.
Laura Jimenez Reply: February 27th, 2011 at 6:17 pm
@Juan Garay, I love your free verse! 😀 I really like when you wrote “Late nights I talk to the moon, wonder if you do too”. I totally imagined a person like on a roof top or on a mountain just sitting there looking at and talking to the moon. thumbs up! 🙂
Love
Why do you hide from me?
I see you clear as day, yet you seem so far away.
Do you not need me the way that I need you?
Tell me how you feel because lord knows I wish I knew.
You stare at me so blankly, with nothing in your eyes.
Say something please! Before I break down and cry.
So cold, so stale, so unwilling to let me in.
My salty tears stream over my lips of fear I’ll never win.
I think I can, I know I can, my motivation runs deep.
My hope is that it’s a bad dream in which I will wake from sleep.
Take me as I am and give me all of you.
I promise I won’t complain or try to act brand new.
Come and share your fruits of love; so sweet, so tender, so kind.
My heart and soul is yours forever if you say that you’ll be mine.
If like life were like a stage and every time you die,
you exit to change costume and come back as another character,
would you speed up or slow down?
You see, life is just a ride,
it has it’s ups and down, thrills and chills,
twists and turns, and it’s very brightly colored and very loud.
Some people have been on the ride for a real long time,
and they ask, “is this real, or is this just a ride?”
They know, and when they try to speak, we kill those people.
Everyone wants to keep you alone and in fear,
everyone wants to use you and abuse you,
but don’t worry and don’t be afraid.
Because this is just a ride and you should enjoy your time on it.
My red Mytouch® t-mobile phone
With your cracked screen
How many special moments have you been with me
I know its haS been a while
But now it’s time
To get an I-phone®
And change my life.
Having millions of apps
They say we have beautiful faces
Beautiful bodies, we do too
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And the eye belongs to you
Perhaps you’ve never been told
To look deep within yourself
To find your strength and courage
To think of beauty as your wealth
Never be afraid of what others can do
You can do it better, if you believe it’s true
Forgive yourself for mistakes in the past
You can do it, don’t move too fast
In the end, you’ll realize
Your future lies in you
You can’t always have your wish
So make someone else’s come true
I miss my best friend every day
the best thing I ever had was her
things will be different, so they say
all of our good times will always be remember
and I’ll take care of you from far away.
A smile is cheer from you to me,
the cost is nothing it’s given for free.
They console the weary and gladden the sad.
And can make someone happy when they are mad.
Unlike blessings in which we pray
it’s the only thing you keep when you give it away
To outsiders we may seem like pathetic losers
always laughing at the most inappropriate times
ironic isn’t it, how we started as friends and have become much more than that
to some she may not mean much but to me she means the world
The word best friend just doesn’t do her justice
I wouldn’t trade what we have for all the money in the world, or chicken
I love what I have become thanks to her friendship
Words aren’t enough to explain, she’s family and for that I thank her
For always being there unconditionally
Remember to chase your dreams Heidi
I hope you dance
[Reply]
Reyneisha Thurston Reply:
February 25th, 2011 at 12:00 pm
The sun is the setting, the sky is calm,
and the wind is gently blowing.
Dinner is served, noise above a whisper,
familiar faces smiling at each other,
the smell of bread and dessert in the air.
The sound of cups hitting the table,
bowls and plates being cleaned with the fork;
yet some hearts are heavy and some minds are confused,
thinking of the years they have to serve,
while sitting in the dinning hall of the prison.
[Reply]
My eyes are closed and I’m lying down;
I enter a world that no one else can enter but me.
This world has so many doors, waiting to be opened,
And as I open the first few doors, I can see my past, present, and future,
but some doors haunt with mind-blowing scenes
which often speak to me
or force me back into the real world
Either happy or sweating with fear.
[Reply]
jorge galvez Reply:
February 28th, 2011 at 4:26 am
@Wilson Gomez, i like it. i think the ending gave it a good touch
[Reply]
Composing a poem
Lifting up my pen for the hundredth time.
Wondering what is going on in my mind
Suffering from a case of ants in my pants I cease to stand still.
My computer screen is slowly fading
I am yet to find a topic worth writing.
What can be my problem?
What is the cause for this disaster?
That causes me to feel as if the walls around me are spinning
They are starting to spin faster
Why must I feel so inept? When I have been kept
alone trying to be productive. I do my best but my mind is blank.
I feel as if a pirate is instructing me to walk off the plank
to my doom to my room of solitude. The place I call my mind but right now at the
moment I have zero vacancy due
to my attitude. It’s no use anymore. I can’t go on. No matter what strategy I use I still
have nothing. Never thought that writing a poem would be so mind draining
maybe my mind would be clearer if it were raining.
[Reply]
Keys
You lay around my neck close to my hart
The big one is used to give my car a start
Giving me the power to do as I please
I can spread my winds with the greatest of ease
As if the noise of the engine when it’s turn on
Turns me into a bird and allows me to be gone
[Reply]
Key
Do you know what it’s like to open your doors to freedom?
It’s like discovering a whole kingdom
No more nagging and begging and depending
But more like flying and seeing and smelling.
Just like a baby out of the womb
Eager to explore every corner as thorough as a broom
And just what is the secret to exploring the seas?
My very own and long awaited car keys!
[Reply]
jorge galvez Reply:
February 28th, 2011 at 4:27 am
@Noelle Wright, i like this poem because i think almost everyone at one point in their lives felt this way
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I hate not having you around.
I hate not being able to look into your eyes.
And dare them to find everything I need and wish…
Finding you was the best because you’re all I desire
I hate not being able to scream I Love You! Without even tell you in the face
why? Because I am caught in four cold and dry walls.
Four feelings that are burning inside of me and are killing me little by little, leaving no trace of me, I’m just slowly falling apart.
HOW I KNOW IS LOVE?!
Because is killing me, consuming me, I suffer, I cry and I cannot hold back any longer, this feeling is hotter than a thousand suns around me.
I hate feeling that only a smile from you can completely change my day!
[Reply]
Tender touch
The laughter your brought and the joy I felt whilst you where in my arms are that I never knew. A fantasy world I live in since I’ve had you around. Am I asleep I have to ask myself, if so never wake me up. Pretty things shining around me and pieces of tomorrow circling around my mind .I look into your eyes and the brown of them are like little pieces of caramel.
Your voice is a sweet lullaby that lulls me ever so gently into a never ending slumber. The kisses that make me feel brand new. Your touches ever so tender so loving and sweet. It’s hard to explain how I feel when I’m in them .A love that many wish for a dream world to me but really a reality. One in which I never want to leave.
I tell the story of love my life with a man who touches me tender. Your hand caressing my face on my hips and on my thighs the love that never ever will leave that’s what you always give me with your tender touch, the tender touch that I’ll never want to leave.
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“Washed Away”
The beautiful flower on which our love once grew
Now floats lifelessly into the river
The massive waves ferociously tearing apart the petals
Showing what once was, is only what we knew
Let my hair ride this rollercoaster we call wind
Freeing me of all hurt and pain
For tomorrow brings the shine of my prince charming
Patiently waiting for me to make change
[Reply]
Did It Happen
She speaks to my art form with her existence, every word written before her explains what I need not want…..She shouldn’t be surprised I’m writing this… cause I’ve been writing about her way be for I met her, every last phrase or quote Has been written across my soul and leaked on to paper when ever the thoughts of your presence arised from the depths of my mind, has happiness become an euphemism for your name??…..it must have, cause for every moment your name is mentioned its like a shot of adrenaline is pumped through the veins of life and into the heart of my mind, I must commend you, you were persistent with making me wait, but now that time and my feelings have come to an agreement I wish they would sees to advance forward so that this moment would last as long as the wait you put me through…and in that moment we would reminisce about things to come and go, now that time is on our side there is no past nore future only the present…but since I have an contradicting nature I would let you go just to find you again……..Even if it’s all just in my head……….Oz
[Reply]
The ring i wear is like a snowflake falling from the sky.
It glistens like the water when the sun shines upon it.
Everyway you see it, it changes its shape into something more magnificent.
It is a mirage to stare at when the sun magnifies its beauty. The ring has a mystical meaning to me, & others are mistified by it. Its beauty belongs to me, as a lasting love that my dad will always have for me.
[Reply]
The Tree and the Sun
You stand tall and proud
And I hide under your swaying limbs to protect me
From the glare of he who burns me with intensity.
Though I still feel his fury,
I feel I am safe from his scorching stare.
[Reply]
Eddie Perez Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 7:55 pm
@Heidi Malaret, I really like your poem because although it is titled “The Tree and the Sun”,
it could have a different meaning behind it. For example, “And I hide under your swaying limbs to protect me”, could mean you’re protected by someone, a male perhaps.
[Reply]
My red Mytouch® t-mobile phone
With your cracked screen
How many special moments have you been with me
I know its have been a while
But now it’s time
To get an I-phone®
And change my life.
Having millions of apps
[Reply]
Dailyn Rojas Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 9:48 pm
@Ivan Brian Nava,
Ivan, all your poems are funny! its nice how you make people laugh.
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Erika
Every time we were together,
I told you I’ll be yours forever.
You’d look up and tell me,
that forever wasn’t long enough.
But you were all lies.
You even had the guts to look me in the eyes.
You’re full of shit and a selfish bitch.
I hope you get a chance to read this.
I wish the worse.
Sincerely yours,
Your newest curse.
[Reply]
Eddie Perez Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 7:50 pm
@Eddie Perez,
Every time we were together,
I told you I’ll be yours forever.
You’d look up and tell me,
that forever wasn’t long enough.
But you were all lies.
You even had the guts to look me in the eyes.
I have fought your infection.
You’re never winning me over.
What we had,
It’s all over.
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I know what we got is true
When I’m not with you everything around is blue
I wonder if you will come back
I wonder if you still feel what i do.
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Endless Love
My 2 little sisters and my little brother!
Oh how those three can frustrate me….and my mother!
Every morning it’s a hassle to get them up for school.
But somehow we manage to get them up, to at least wipe off their drool.
Those few hours the kids are at school are the best.
It gives my mother a chance to have some well-deserved rest.
After just two hours of them being gone it seem like EVERYTHING is missing.
Maybe I’ve already gotten used to hearing my sister constantly whistling?
The clock strike 2 PM and it’s time to pick up the kids.
The school is such mayhem, mothers looking around trying to not lose their lids.
I find my posse of children and get ready to go home;
And suddenly the ice cream truck passes by and all you hear is “I wanna big dipper cone”
Everybody gets their ice-cream and we’re set to go.
I ask my brother if I can have some of his ice cream and he say “NOO!”
Finally were home, peace and serenity.
But my peace is disturbed by my sisters’ reruns of the TV show “Glee”.
My family may not be the most normal family in the world;
But, living with them completes me and makes me the happiest girl.
Even though my siblings make extreme messes and excessively fart;
They know I love them and I know they love me with all their heart.
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Heidi Malaret Reply:
February 25th, 2011 at 6:25 pm
@Laura Jimenez, i loved your poem!
i can relate to this because my sisters drive me insane but i still love them. even though we bicker a lot and i think i need a break from them, once they’re gone i miss them. to an outsider it might not look it, but my sisters and i are pretty close.
my little sister used to whistle ALL THE TIME when she was younger, though now that she’s older she only whistles when shes calling someone.
the line “Maybe I’ve already gotten used to hearing my sister constantly whistling?” brings back so many memories. <3
Also, my oldest sister probably feels the same way you do about the show "Glee". I LOVE THAT SHOW. it's my favorite show in the whole wide world! im totally addicted. my sister rolls her eyes everytime she sees me watching it.
i think you did a great job writting this poem. not only does it gives insight into how your siblings are, but also how life must be like with them. 🙂
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My phone
Not only a rectangle of the next generation,
but also the door to communication.
It takes me to different places, different cities.
All I have to do is go visit.
Even though we don’t talk much each other,
it helps me stay in touch.
Sometimes we fight,
sometimes everything’s fine.
Always with me,
like a good friend of mine.
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Losing our freedom slowly, humanity is blind.
More and more rules yet people don’t mind.
Slowly losing all power, getting more confined.
People to into their own world, dreaming for a change.
Too scared to fight for what is rightfully theirs things stay unchanged.
Revolution is needed to make things deranged.
Then and only then can we truly make a difference and take what’s ours.
Freedom is not free and to obtain it the animal must be uncaged.
This is a mad world.
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Thoughts behind a Humble Heart
He screams I hate you
This makes me cry
The tears are constant they never die
I hate my heart
For allowing the lies
Sorrow full it up like a cloud in the sky
As I breakdown
The pain, The pain
It always remain
He’s immune to the pain
I hate his actions and despise
His ways
I scream out help
And no one is there
My heart can’t remain
Won’t remain
Humble
If this pain remains
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Wonderful
As I enter your sanctuary
I can’t contain the butterflies
Flying wild within my stomach.
I don’t feel nervous. Why should I?
When you greet me with warm colors
And lovely paintings of your creations.
As I praise you with all my heart
I can feel your fire burning inside of me.
Burning away all the impurities within.
Making my eyes fill with rushing rivers
That can’t seem to stop flowing,
I don’t want them to stop flowing.
As I lift my hands to show my gratitude
To tell you how much I love to praise you.
How I want to hear you,
How I want to know your what lies within your heart
And how I want to see with your eyes.
I can feel your power moving within me.
Oh help me never live without you by my side.
Because apart from you my heart doesn’t desire anything.
All I want to do is give you the glory you deserve.
And thank you for what you are doing in my life.
As I leave your house I feel a revival within.
I feel a peace, with new strength, and more love than I had.
I live for you because you died for me.
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Yael Teme Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 11:13 pm
@elizabeth muno,
I totally relate with your poem. I loved how you managed to put these feeling into words. I share these feelings. You helped me see with my eyes what I usually feel with my heart but can not explain. Thank you for that. I really liked your poem.
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Fighting To Live
It would be so easy to just not care,
Because life can just get so unfair.
No one benefits from giving up,
But when conflict comes at you so abrupt,
How do we confine ourselves from shedding our own blood?
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Yael Teme Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 11:26 pm
@Danielle E. Rodriguez,
When I saw the title I wanted to read the poem. It was like if I had no option but to read it. I really like it. Loved the contrast between the poem and the title. It’s like the title wants to live and the poem doesn’t.
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I AM WHO I AM
No one can change me
I am who I am
African-American, dark brown hair, 5’3
Slanted eyes and pink lips
Determined, self –driven, and motivation
That’s me!
I am comfortable in my own skin
No nip No tuck
Destroying gods’ creation is a sin
I am proud of who I am
Outside and within my soul
No one can change me I am
Charley Jones!
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Return To Summer
I met Summer in summer
A time in my life where I truly
Appreciated her this time around
A Time when I didn’t take her for granted
The temperature or her warmth
A time where my heart would melt
As her beauty shone brightly on me
There were no lonely days with Summer
The air was fresh a breath
I wouldn’t regret getting lost in
I made every moment last with Summer
Every day counted as a blessing
I engaged myself with familiar friends and mellow company
But never was I distracted
Enough to forget her; this season
Summer helped me realize my growth
How far I’ve come; my youth my inner child
Her presence always flowed like a stream; cool waters
This cooled the scorch of a bad day
And cool kisses that kissed my cheek
Embracing each other in love
Summer’s nights were spent with me
Lying on next to her body;
A body of sand at the beach
As we gazed up at the as starry night,
While the evening season and I
Gazed at the twinkle in her eye
Memories fade and time goes on but
Even though summer has come and past…
Summer is here to stay
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Free-Verse Poem
“where’s my angel”
I’m tired of living a lie
cuz when i thought an angel is in my life.
i treated her so
well and right
but in the end it didn’t work out
so right
but in this world there’s nothing right so no one knows what’s right.
“I should have known better”
I should have known that where going to be with him instead of being with me I notice
when you said his name and smiled i should have said “It’s Over”.I but I thought you would stay with me this time it brings me pain when i see you with him.
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Free-verse: Love
When I was in love with you,
I never cared about anything else.
Being with you was the only thing in use,
I never dreamed of loving a male like yourself.
Under the covers, I lay
Crying my eyes until they looked bloody
Thinking of the man I once called bae.
Torn inside, but my heart stayed stunning.
After all is done, you run back
No open arms as you walk by
Turn around and put yourself in a trap
As I have the key to escape, on my side.
Never let no one get away with murder
Because feelings is as delicate as a baby’s shoulder.
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Heroes
Soldiers and Officers are a breed all their own,
They do what they must with honor and trust,
We are the civilians that pray for their help,
They rise to the challenge and tighten their belt.
Their families are home and pray every night,
Anticipating their return, hoping they’re alright,
Most will come home wounded but proud,
We the civilians should gather a crowd,
Our heroes are safe from the horror and raids,
The least we can do is plan a parade.
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Maribel Perez Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 11:29 pm
@Y. Ramirez-Herrera, Hey I love your poem because it’s sucks how many people don’t appreciate them as much as we should. Because of them our country is safe and a better place. Great Job!
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bruce
i will always remember when i first laid my eyes on you
when you looked at me with thise dark brown eyes
i just knew thay you were mine.
on the drive to your new home you slept on my lap
and i just felt your heart go tap tap tap.
you are sad but and obedient dog
how can i ever give you up
you bring joy to my life when i feel down
but dont feel sad, because you’re heavy i have to put you down
we share walks in the park and run side by side
we act like clowns when there is no one insight
i just knew you were the one for me when i saw you
i remember it like it was the very first time.
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Skittles
Skittles come in many colors-reds, oranges, pinks, blues;
It’s up to hungry consumers which tasty color they choose;
Do you want tangy orange, sour lemon, or sweet fruity mango?
Maybe purple berry, red cherry, or green kiwi-lime tango?
Whichever one you desire, time to taste the rainbow!
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R-E-A-L-I-T-Y
Is this feeling really real?
Love is a massacre not afraid to kill.
I reminisce daily on the times we spent.
You had me thinking that you were heaven sent.
The cheating and lying continued daily.
The food stamp deduction was the only thing that fazed me.
I don’t hate you for having sex with my brother.
Because for the past six months I been sleeping with your mother.
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I Am No Longer Afraid
I was once afraid of you
Scared of meeting you
Connecting you to my past
And the love that never did last
It is very confusing to me
Why you would leave me at three
Still I can manage to forgive thee
Though your love is at times unseen
I thought you didn’t care
But it would be unfair
For me to give you no mercy
Because I know you truly love me
Judging you from your previous actions
Is no way to bring you back to me
It will only bring in satisfaction
To the heartache you gave to me
But since I gave you a chance
It seems though I have no interest
In truly trying to understand
The reasons why you left
I only want to have you here
But you’re so far away
That I sometimes shed a tear
Wishing you could stay
But over all I am happy
And proud of myself
Because I found the courage within me
To set aside how I felt
I finally see you for you
Though I was told to be careful by others
I can open up my heart to you
And be proud to call you my mother
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The smiling sun when i woke up
The birds flying to my window landing in a bump
The wind whispers softly deep in my ear”hurry come outside,winter is almost here”
The fresh scent of pine trees not lead but carries me
but drifts me to a place which feels like
reality
But cold drips hit my face which opened my eyes to see
My smiling sun a moon and my reality a dream
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Alberto Leon Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 10:17 pm
@zulay huie,
I really like your poem the ending was surprising, i also liked that it was very descriptive.
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My mind wonders as if I am lost, for I know I am lost without you. Late nights I talk to the moon, wonder if you do too. My eyes then fill up with tears because they long for the day they will open and see you looking back. Your love warms me like the morning sun shine. I remember just looking at you sleep made me smile. A memory with you is something nobody can take from me. Wonder why do I see many faces that look like you, Am I really going crazy? Tossing and turning all night, not being able to sleep. Headaches for thinking too much. Do you miss me? Should I miss you? Would you come back? I’m holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won’t.
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Laura Jimenez Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 6:17 pm
@Juan Garay, I love your free verse! 😀 I really like when you wrote “Late nights I talk to the moon, wonder if you do too”. I totally imagined a person like on a roof top or on a mountain just sitting there looking at and talking to the moon. thumbs up! 🙂
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Love
Why do you hide from me?
I see you clear as day, yet you seem so far away.
Do you not need me the way that I need you?
Tell me how you feel because lord knows I wish I knew.
You stare at me so blankly, with nothing in your eyes.
Say something please! Before I break down and cry.
So cold, so stale, so unwilling to let me in.
My salty tears stream over my lips of fear I’ll never win.
I think I can, I know I can, my motivation runs deep.
My hope is that it’s a bad dream in which I will wake from sleep.
Take me as I am and give me all of you.
I promise I won’t complain or try to act brand new.
Come and share your fruits of love; so sweet, so tender, so kind.
My heart and soul is yours forever if you say that you’ll be mine.
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If like life were like a stage and every time you die,
you exit to change costume and come back as another character,
would you speed up or slow down?
You see, life is just a ride,
it has it’s ups and down, thrills and chills,
twists and turns, and it’s very brightly colored and very loud.
Some people have been on the ride for a real long time,
and they ask, “is this real, or is this just a ride?”
They know, and when they try to speak, we kill those people.
Everyone wants to keep you alone and in fear,
everyone wants to use you and abuse you,
but don’t worry and don’t be afraid.
Because this is just a ride and you should enjoy your time on it.
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Beauty Of Art
They say a picture
is a mere
memory of the past
I say its art
With a story to tell
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My red Mytouch® t-mobile phone
With your cracked screen
How many special moments have you been with me
I know its haS been a while
But now it’s time
To get an I-phone®
And change my life.
Having millions of apps
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This One’s For the Big Girls
They say we have beautiful faces
Beautiful bodies, we do too
For beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And the eye belongs to you
Perhaps you’ve never been told
To look deep within yourself
To find your strength and courage
To think of beauty as your wealth
Never be afraid of what others can do
You can do it better, if you believe it’s true
Forgive yourself for mistakes in the past
You can do it, don’t move too fast
In the end, you’ll realize
Your future lies in you
You can’t always have your wish
So make someone else’s come true
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I miss my best friend every day
the best thing I ever had was her
things will be different, so they say
all of our good times will always be remember
and I’ll take care of you from far away.
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A smile is cheer from you to me,
the cost is nothing it’s given for free.
They console the weary and gladden the sad.
And can make someone happy when they are mad.
Unlike blessings in which we pray
it’s the only thing you keep when you give it away
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