A Sestina: My First Love
I really enjoy having him at my door step
Charlie loves to play
He loves to run and jump, he brings a smile
To you face, never does he run out
Of energy, he can play all day
My puppy I will always love
Never understood the meaning of love
But having a puppy like mine was the first step
Excited to see him night and day
I feed, walk and take Charlie out to play
I care about him so much he is never left out
Of family events, by just glancing he can cause you to smile
Charlie is my sunshine and brightens my smile
As mischievous as he can be I truly love
Him and don’t think there is anything I would want to take out
Wonder what’s the first step
To have a pup like mine? Show them that the ability to go out and play
Is rewarded if they listen and behave all day
Charlie guards the house when we are all gone for the day
My younger cousins always have a smile
On their faces when they are given permission to play
With my puppy, that we all cherish and love
I remember the day Charlie didn’t want to take a step
Outside my room when we decided it was time to put him out
Charlie enjoyed when we decided to take him out
To Miami Beach , he was in the sand all day
When it was time to leave he didn’t want to step
Inside the car, his newfound affection provoked us to smile
My family and I understood what caused him to love
The beach, there’s so much space to run and play
Charlie brought the family closer together to play
Catch, run, and inspired us to go out
Together to all the parks and beaches we all love
He is always the best part of my day
He knows how to make me smile
I began to feel love, and Charlie was the first step
Having Charlie to play with made my day
The sight of his excitement when I took him out for a walk made me crack a smile
Never believing in love, Charlie was the first step
Melissa Costa Reply: February 25th, 2011 at 6:45 pm
@Daniella Navarro, I really liked your poem. your writting reflects the love you feel for your dog, and your descriptiveness really lets us in and shows how you interact with him.
I can relate to your bond with your dog because like you, I too have a Charlie of my own. Yoko,whom I love very much, is my dog; I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world!
There on the sofa lays his mother
Wondering does she have a heart
To think of her like this isn’t fair
Deep down he knows it isn’t right
Today he doesn’t want to fight
He should pack up and run away
But what will he do once away
All day would be spent thinking of his mother
That idea is stupid he must fight
Even if it does strain his heart
He must find out what is right
He must find out what is fair
Life is not meant to be fair
All his thoughts seem to drift away
Why can’t he just set his mind right
Is it because of his mother?
What is this pain in his heart?
Voice in his head says stay and fight
Today in school he had another fight
To take his anger out on others isn’t fair
Think about it, that kid too has a heart
Must find a way to put his anger away
It always come back when thinks of his mother
Life is strange, it isn’t right
Life is supposed to be simple right?
Then why does it please him when he fights
Is it all thanks to his mother?
To put all the blame on her isn’t fair
Wondering if she ever thinks of running away
Deep down somewhere she must have a heart
He must have some love for her in his heart
If he didn’t it wouldn’t be right
If he didn’t he would run away
That’s the reason he stays and fights
To be older than his age isn’t fair
It must be done for his mother
His heart was built for this fight
His life isn’t right or fair
Away from his mother he can never be
I have always played volleyball
I was pleased that I never came last
And I never grew tired
There is something in the world that I hate
However, there are certainly things that I love
There are also very few things I lust
If there ever was a reason to lust
It wouldn’t be for volleyball
Even though I lived for the game, I also had love
For something or someone else, love that I hoped wouldn’t be lost
The thing is, I think he’s feeling a little hate
I don’t know why, but thinking about it is making me tired
I think it’s because he’s sick and tired
Of waiting for me to make a move, looking at him now there’s no lust,
Only pure happiness. I see him move with graceful steps. No neither is there hate
He sits down beside my volleyball
The suns light won’t last
Although, I know there’s one thing that will it’s his love
What else is there to love?
Nothing much, but I know I will never grow tired
Of what we have, because he knows I will never put him last
There are no feelings of lust,
Only excitement as I throw the volleyball
He smiles with a lazy grin that I can’t hate
I know there’s little hate
And lots of love
However, looking at him now, I know there’s more to life than volleyball
Even though I’m tired
There’s playful gleam of lust
In his eyes that I know will last
Memories of this pleasant night will always last
It will always be remembered with love
Its funny how he looks at my sister’s dog with hate
And how the smell of barbeque fills him with mouth-watering lust
Of him, I will never grow tired
I watch him jump with anticipation as I raise the volleyball
He sees nothing but the volleyball
Even though I am, I know he isn’t tired
What can I say; my dog Charlie is all that I love
Daniella Navarro Reply: February 27th, 2011 at 4:10 am
@Gabriela Barrabeitg,
This is a very funny coincidence, I too have a dog named Charlie and I love playing volleyball!
As I read your sestina, your tone, and diction made me visualize the scenarios. You expressed fully how you felt, and as a result I too felt your worry, love and, happiness. Excellent work on the sestina, it is a very difficult poem structure to master and you did great job.
Work and School
I hate falling asleep
But I’m so tired
Those children really know
How to give you a good day’s work
Who knew kids could be so bad
Was I like that at that age?
Are we really our age?
This could be a dream and we’re all asleep
We could be so bad
We still make our parents tired
But thinking about this is too much work
I guess I’ll never know.
The things they say and know
You have no choice but to second guess their age
But the good thing about doing this work
Is you see their age when their asleep
They’re extremely tired
From being so bad.
And don’t you want to dance to Michael Jackson’s ‘Bad!’
When you come to know
That even when you’re so tired
From a long day in this day and age
And many time for the night you’ve fallen asleep
But you still finish tomorrow’s school work.
It’s nice when you hand in your finished work
And you know your efforts produced good; not bad
Now you sit in class and you’re falling asleep
The professors act like they don’t know but they kno
That for our age
We’re way too tired.
I’m so tired
Like the kids at work
Exerting ourselves way too much for our age
I don’t mind when they’re being bad
Because I know they don’t know
The amount of times, when doing school work, I fall asleep.
The kids make me tired when they’re bad
But I love going to work and I want my professor to know
It’s not because he’s boring in class but in this day and age life forces you to fall asleep.
Once a dream now a nightmare
A shadow from the dark should I stare?
Or maybe I should run the hell from here.
I cry but it’s like no one can hear me
I feel as if I’m the only one left
No I can already tell that I’m not dreaming.
A long time ago I decided to stop dreaming
Because once I fell into my slumber they became a nightmare
I looked behind me each time I turned but I was left
Just standing there, helpless and hopeless lost in his stare
A friend before and now a enemy pondering what’s next for me
And now he just leaves me here
I look into the night and yell HERE!
Of all places the places I’ve been dreaming
You have taken me,
To my prison, your heart is my worst nightmare
You left me in this dark abyss as I stare
Into your eyes and was left
That’s right you left!
You broke me and left me here,
But now I know why, and the stare
Softens and I see the love in your eyes dreaming
Of me your queen, the nightmare
The pain leaves a gap, which you fill with love for me.
The one of your dreams, the one who waited yes me,
I need you to know that through the pain I never left.
It’s like we have been having the same nightmare,
But please don’t thinks it’s true I’m here
Now with you, laying just dreaming
Hold me close and stare
Into my eyes, let me feel your glance baby just stare
At me I miss your warmth your kiss yes I will say me
Laying with you is what I really missed its like I’m dreaming
The best fantasy of all but its reality though you left
You ran back to me here is where you belong and here
You must stare , no more nightmare.
Your cold stare left my heart drained
You left me but your heart was always here.
At first I felt like it was a nightmare, but the dreaming I went through was my breakthrough.
If what I have for you is real
Why are you so hard to deal?
Could it be that only I can feel the love?
Could it be that you don’t easily trust
I don’t understand what you want at all
I wish I knew what was on your mind
When you started to slip I didn’t mind
Because our first encounter was oh so real
I didn’t think we would lose at all
Because communication was the deal
Our number one rule always trust
That was the reason I fell in love
In the beginning all you did was give me love
Your evening text’s “Always on my mind”
I never worried, in faith I put trust
Our love was growing so fast so real
I knew the deal
We would be together forever and we would have each other’s all
But soon your attitude changed all
It felt the opposite of love
My cards were flipped the dealer had to deal
My lover has changed his mind
My once nightmare has become real
I don’t know who or what to trust
So tell me who do I trust?
Do you want to be with me at all?
If what I’m feeling is real
Then into the past falls our love
You will just be a memory in my mind
Getting over you is the next deal
I don’t like that deal
My feelings I don’t want to trust
Maybe it’s just craziness in my mind
Maybe you don’t hate me at all
Maybe it is me that you still love
I pray that this nightmare is not real
Please tell me this is not the deal at all
Please tell me that I can still trust in our love
Please tell me that I am still on your mind and these horrible thoughts are not real
As I walk around lost in my own frustration
I ponder what my life has become and what I have lost
The wind blows at my face and the chilly air burns my lungs
While thinking of what is to come in time
Nothing is seen in this darkness
The winding lonely roads feel as empty as I do inside
How I feel inside
Is so confusing, it is what ignites my frustration
I feel blind, not knowing what I want to do with my life, surrounded by darkness
The thoughts in my head become lost
In just a matter of time
And I continue to breathe through my lungs
I begin to feel tired as my lungs
Gasp for air while inside
I decide to keep pushing further away from home till I lose track of time
I feel like I’m being eaten away by the frustration
Memories of moments lost
Long ago, as if in darkness
I’m being taken over by darkness
And still I keep moving fourth, my lungs
Burning even more as I try to forget I’ve lost
My mind and inside
The frustration
Continues to mock me as I realize the time
Everything is going by so fast it’s almost a blur and time
Is of the essence especially in this darkness
I can’t see anything almost as if my frustration
Is disabling everything I have control over, now my lungs
Are dry and I begin to feel queasy inside
Everything no longer seems to matter, my past is lost
I realize that what I’ve lost
Will serve as motivation and in due time
Everything fall into place inside
Everything is much clearer now, the darkness
Slowly dissolving the pain in my lungs
And erasing my frustration
As I make my way home no longer do I think of what I’ve lost, nor do I fear darkness
Now time is only a word and I breathe deeply once again using my lungs
I feel strong inside no longer being eaten away by frustration
Running in P.E. is uncomfortable and builds up a sweat.
When you’re not used to it, dehydration comes faster and all you want is a cold drink.
You then start to feel your muscles burn;
You think that you can’t quit now that you’ve gotten this far.
The aching in your lungs feels awful
And it is almost enough to make you want to give up.
You see the other runners up
Ahead, running comfortably without breaking a sweat
And you can’t help but feel like your health is awful.
Guiltily, you think of the nice ice cool drink
You’ve been thirsting for, knowing that its is so close yet so far
away. You run a few more minutes and by now even your toes start to burn.
The sun’s rays burn
Down on your skin, making you wish you could reach up
There and cover that burning star that is so far.
The feel of the shirt soaked up in sweat
As if they have thrown a drink
At it makes your skin feel gross and awful.
The sun and the sweat make your hair look awful
And with the sun beating down on you, your scalp begins to burn
Making you forget, momentarily, that you desperately need a drink.
The need to throw up
Becomes overwhelming, and the sweat
All over your body isn’t helping. You are begging to lose hope of getting far.
The coach says you have half a mile to go, but doubt your legs will take you that far.
Thinking about other things help you forget the awful
Way the sweat
Feels all over your body and how you muscles don’t burn
As much anymore. Then you look up
And see that you are yards closer to getting that drink.
Finally possessing the drink
In your hands feels like magic. Having gotten this far
Feels unbelievable. You feel proud of yourself for not giving up;
And the awful
Journey you’ve endured is forgotten, while the burn
You felt all over your body fade, and you skin feels cool because of the sweat.
You sip at your drink to quench the awful thirst you still feel.
Your muscles burns all over again as you walk the far path to the showers.
The sweat begins to feel nice as you look up to catch some breeze.
Writing sestinas are annoying.
Everyone tells me to give it a try.
I find it to be quite boring.
It’s a complete waste of time.
That’s all I have to say about that.
I just want it to be over.
I keep starting over,
So I find it more annoying.
I am determined that
all I have to do is try
and maybe I’ll figure it out this time.
It still doesn’t change the fact that it is boring.
Although many things are boring,
this one is over
the top. Maybe this time
I’m overreacting. No it’s still annoying.
All I can tell myself is try
and maybe even use the word “that.”
If I keep using that,
it may not be so boring.
After all, I still need to try.
Hopefully, this burden will soon be over.
Isn’t this annoying?
Repetitive endings every time.
What else can I do with my time?
I should watch that
movie that is nowhere near annoying
and less likely to be boring.
I’m back over
to square one. A new technique I must try.
Harder I must try.
Why look at the time!
This hell is almost over.
I can’t keep stressing enough that
this is very boring
and quite annoying.
I will once more try and that will be the end of that.
My time is up. I hope you don’t find it as boring.
But it’s finally over and no longer annoying.
Emotions like a rollercoaster
They’re beginning to take control of me
Ain’t no way I can deal with this?
Maybe I need some time for me
Or maybe we just won’t work
I’m the one to blame
I can only allow a person to push me so far
The longer he’s in my life
The more pain I will face
But every time I see him my heart thumps
He’s my first love, my only love
He can’t be replaced
Can anyone really take his place?
Can we ever make it?
Probably not
So where do we go from here
Only god really knows
I don’t know
But he’s a different person
Even when were together
I notice the painful look upon his face
I can feel him fading away
Into her arms
I’m losing my first love into another ones arms
She’s taking my place
And I can’t stop her
I try and try to become the girl he needs
But she tugs and tugs pulling
Him with all her soul
The soul I worked so hard to tain
The guy who owns my heart
Has broken the chain
He’s free, He’s free
From the sorrow and misery
Am I the cause of his misery?
The downfall to all his pain
I think not. I’m his woman, his haert and soul
The many doors of life open.
When you show your love.
Its almost like my spirit leaves me
and I’m just watching from above.
I love the way your eyes lock on mine
When you say those three words.
I have so many things to say with no words.
when i try to speak my mouth wont open
So i say everything through my eyes.
This is how i show my love.
my stomach flies above.
That butterfly feeling never leaves.
i know you will never leave
Because of the words you say.
And when you leave you will always be watching from above
And open many doors of life.
I will always stare with love
Into your eyes.
I love to stare into your eyes
Our eyes never wander or leave.
your green eyes are loving.
There’s no need for words.
Only that are eyes stay open.
No love is above ours.
Why is it so far above
when we look with our eyes.
Are they really open
they must be , cause i never see you leave.
Our words are meaningful
So it builds our love
When you show your love
I will alwasy watch if I’m above
I will hear your words
And see your loving green eyes.
I will never leave you.
The doors to our love will never close and will always stay open.
I told you i would never leave.
I love you are the three words
That keeps the door to our love open.
Only you almighty God
You who lives in the glorious heaven
Can turn and if I have faith will
Turn all this debilitating pain
Within my soul into strength
That’s filled with what the soul needs, love.
No one can live without love
And no one has the heart to give it like you God.
Our body can be filled with a tremendous amount of strength
But without it being in the soul we’ll never make it to heaven.
Physical potency can taint the soul with pain.
Love in the soul gives strength God said in his will.
You may ask, “God left a will?”
Yes he did it’s called the bible. It shows how much love
He has for all his children and all the pain
The almighty, compassionate, faithful God
Went through so that one day we may enter heaven.
Not to enter weak but like an eagle souring up above the storm with stength.
When we are faithful you fill our spirit with strength
That allows us to become amazing people that will
Do anything possible to help take the pain
Away in other peoples spirit and convert it to love.
To show the lost souls that only God
Can convert pain to peace and only by him can we walk through the gates of heaven.
We all eventually feel the overwhelming weight of pain.
Some can never get rid of the pain but with strength
That is put in the spirit and soul by God
Only when he knows that we are ready that’s when he will
Fill our body, mind, and soul with love.
With his love within us we can be magnificent people that he will want in heaven.
Many people don’t believe in a hell or heaven.
They fool themselves into thinking pain
Will go away if they give love
To people and those people will give them strength.
When no one in the universe exists that will
Love you as much as the person who gave you life, God.
There’s only one way into heaven, that’s with stength.
The only way to get rid of pain, is by reading his will.
Only he who created love can give love, you just have to accept and believe in God.
Wilson Gomez Reply: February 26th, 2011 at 3:10 pm
@elizabeth munoz, I loved reading this poem. Your poem really shows how much you have God in your life. Just reading this poem has touched me and it also reminds me of me needing to rebuild my relationship with Him as well as knowing that when I’m in pain, I can always seek Him for strength.
I did not know what to do
when my alarm clock started making noise
It seemed like I open and close my eyes
since las night
So I turned it off and went back to sleep
what a terrible idea for the middle of the week
For me this was the longest week
maybe because all the things I have to do
the thing is I was not able to sleep
In my head I keep listening all this noise
for me this was the whole night
even if I wanted I could not open my eyes.
It is funny how we wake up when we open our eyes
I did not have that experience this week
it might be because my eyes were open most part of every night
when the alarm clock was ringing I knew what I had to do
I had to take care of all that noise
I had to finish with my sleep
I have to admit, I love to sleep
that is why for me is so hard to open my eyes
so every morning when I hear this noise
Is hard to turn it off and this happens to me every week
I need to came up with some plan, one for each night
I need one different for each night
just because I always find the way to continue with my sleep
and if it is like a surprise that wakes me when I have something to do
then it it more possible that I open my eyes
I will have to be creative every day of the week
and if I do this I would not recognize the noise
I really need to hear a strange noise
specially when I did not sleep the whole night
with work and school this is pretty much every week
I am getting used to the lack of sleep
It would be nice if the same reaction have my eyes
working on a new plan is what I am going to do
When all this noise do not let me sleep
My night is over and I open my eyes
finally I start my week and do what I have to do
She wore a long, dark blue dress,
That brought lots of attention;
As everyone stared at the beautiful teen,
They know she will be their prom queen,
And her competition eyes her with rage,
Knowing that the prom queen is her former friend.
Three months ago, her competition was her best friend,
It was because of her that Marie found a beautiful dress,
But Marie’s ego has made filled her with rage;
but she didn’t want to draw the wrong attention,
So she kept her anger inside and bought a dress that will make her look like a queen,
And so began the competition among the teens.
Her parents were angry that they’re behaving more like children than teens,
Her mom asks why she would risk losing a friend,
that an unfriendly competition does not define a queen,
And adds that they shouldn’t argue over a dress,
Because it gives them the wrong attention,
and that’s not the way to let out her rage.
Her mother says, “It’s unhealthy to be enraged,
Both of you are eighteen,
Anger draws the wrong attention.
Besides, you two are friends,
Why fight over a dress,
That is something a queen
Will never do, for a queen
Never fills herself with rage,
And is always beautiful no matter what dress
She wears, because as a teen,
She learned that what’s more important is friendship,
and she became queen because of her grace, not for drawing attention.”
As the winner was being announced, the school gave their full attention
To the girls who ran for prom queen,
And as they wait, she hears her thoughts telling her “I don’t want to lose a friend
because of my rage
I had at eighteen,
So why fight over a dress?”
She realizes that getting attention from rage
is wrong, for a queen is graceful, and anger is unhealthy for a teen,
so she congratulates Marie and both apologize to each other and vow to remain friends and will never fight over a dress.
There is definitely no greater love
That stands between me and Summer
The times we cherish and share
No greater love in this world
She has for me, love will
Not be broken but will forever be
We will definitely on live on to be
Strong and tied together by love
Her mannerisms her style I will
Say has me captivated; my dear Summer
I feel like the luckiest person in the world
She is all mines I refuse to share
The love that Summer and I share
Is unlike any other, I boldly say she will one day be
My wife, she is no one else in this world
For she speaks and I hear it feels like I’m falling in love
Again, when we met that beautiful day in Summer
To grow old and bare children with her is my will
Hard times may come but we will
Stay close to one our company to share
Of past memories and fun times me and my Summer
Our love will never dissolve this will not be
For together we have been bounded by love
Summer is my life Summer is my world
Everyone will see in this world
That with love and the power of will,
Of faith in each other, of honesty and love
The trust we have in each other the bond we share
Will never in a lifetime cease to be
A love between her and I my beloved, my Summer
I have planned my future for myself and Summer
Plans that are truly out of this world
Without her I will never be
But one thing for sure is that I will
Be have her in my life our love to share
I have no need to find a better love
For Summer and I, This will
Count as one of the best things in the world that we share
To be one and live together forever bonded by love
The ending point is success
But, before you get there you have to crawl
When you want to get there is up to you
On the way there you may fall
Saying ‘’ I know I can’’ will lead to motivation
Trials and tribulations may take you down
Don’t get yourself so down
It will all pay off with success
The driving force is motivation
It’s tough when you crawl
The lack of support may cause you to fall
Don’t let that stop you
The challenges will care you
Hike up the peak not down!
When you go up the peak don’t fall
Push and keep motivation
It doesn’t matter how get there walk or crawl
In the end of your expedition is success
The key to getting there is motivation
Obstacles will frustrate you
It may even be a long crawl
Stay calm don’t break down
There is al long path to success
Along the way don’t fall
It’s like when you’re on a bike and fall
You learn by practicing and motivation
Challenge yourself and get close to success
Many will be proud of you
When you get through it you won’t be down
Parents are not going to treat you as if you crawl
Stress will meet you along the way as you crawl
As long as you don’t give up and fall
Others will try to get you down
That can also be your motivation
Don’t let procrastination get to you
They will be jealous of your success
When you crawl and use motivation
You will eventually get there and don’t fall
So avoid being down you will make it to success
Waking up in a troubled place not really funny
Watching my love ones believing I’m not the smartest.
Deep down inside my feelings don’t feel pretty
Standing up tall looking at the walls of different colors
Grabbing my pink purse and still not prissy
Screaming at one another looking for the loudest.
I’m overwhelmed from the loudness
Face needing as much possible funnies.
I do the most in the castle shouldn’t I be the smartest?
Red colorful nails but my exterior is not the prettiest.
Energy feeling like a box of icky colors.
Purple shirt with red words that is prissy.
Closet full of warm dark clothes far from prissy.
Help! is what I scream as I get loud.
Is it my fault that nothing is funny?
Closed inside a square trying to get smarter.
All grown up with a lack of prettiness.
So called castle has no delightful coloring.
Lying in a puddle of black colors.
Hair short with no style neglecting my prissiness.
Inside my vehicle is where I decide to get loud.
No one hears how it is not funny.
Going to my residence from school aren’t I smart?
Never going to events for I don’t feel pretty.
I may be glowing in the building but not feeling the prettiest.
Looking at the sky of blue colors.
Should I hang in and try to fit a life of prissiness?
Expressing my thoughts by getting extremely loud.
Starring at their face does not look funny.
Getting nothing but A’s am I the smartest?
I know I can celebrate my smartness.
In the middle of the opening yelling I’m Pretty.
As I choose my own individual colors.
Wearing what I want; expressing my prissiness.
Ending my screams and lowering my loudness.
Maybe one day we’ll look back and think it is funny.
Having beautiful children laughing on how funny. Knowing they have a mother that’s smart. Soul mate whispering in my ear how pretty. Loving my internal colors, outdoing prissiness, and loving my indoor loudness.
In the winter, houses are not silent.
They can be louder than anybody.
Even if someone would try to scream
the houses would always cover it up.
As if they were trying to pull a trick
on us humans because they are hungry.
They use us to overcome their hunger.
We think they left because of the silence.
But find out that it was only a trick.
They would would take just about anybody
and lure them to be eaten all up.
No hesitation, not a sound of a scream.
But one winter we did hear a screaming
sound from the houses that were hungry.
The entire neighborhood went out and up
to the dark narrow path of the silent
houses’ porch. Would somebody, anybody.
Be brave enough to stand up to its tricks?
But no one stood up to face the trickster.
I yelled, “Don’t you all hear the screaming?”
They whispered, “The house eats anybody
while it is in its winter hunger.”
As the night grew older we silently
waited for one of our knights to stand up.
I suddenly got the urge to get up.
Was this another of the houses’ tricks?
The urges lead me to leave the silent
resident of Greenville. Until I screamed
because I was walking into the hungry
house that would eat almost anybody
“I’m a house, I can’t eat anybody.”
said the house. “Come on, you will eat me up.
I’m not a fool I know this is a big trick.”
Then from the upstairs I heard another scream
and the house went completely silent.
Why was it silent, “Hello, anybody
there!” Another scream and I ran up
the stairs. It was a trick, the house WAS hungry.
Quickly the line was grabbed by hands
The flopping fish dangling on end
Fingers held the the mouth open as the hook was pulled out
The fish, deathly scared, fell to the floor
It jumped for dear life
The fish thought, “I must escape.”
The first attempt of escape must be made now
But how, where these hands keep coming after me?
I know, I’ll jump up and out of this boat
I’ll teach these men not to fish
I cannot fall into this trap again
Never again shall I engulf a meal suspiciously hooked.
The fish was hooked on escaping
Without an escape, he was sure to die
He leaped into the air, but only fell back doown
He lay on the boat’s floor once again, as hands came at him
The tired creature could only fish for luck with gasping gills
With all his strength he jumped and jumped and jumped.
He jumped up higher and higher
He jumped up onto the cooler where laid the bloody hook
Just inches not the fish was from the boat’s edge
Fishermen scrambled as one exclaimed, “Catch him before he escapes!”
Hands flailed everywhere as the fish flopped around
The boat rocking back and forth as rods and tackle boxes fell.
As everything fell, the fish made his move for freedom
Daringly jumping from cooler to the boat’s edge
But, nearly making it, hands grabbed him in midair
Fisherman hooked his determined eyes on the frightened fish
As others ran with nets to ensure of no more escapes
But that, however, was not the planned intention of the fish.
Mightily the fish squirmed, and whacked his holder’s hand with tail
And after a final bite to the finger, slipped free of grasp and fell
On boat’s edge, at last the desperate creature could make its escape
Quicker than one can blink,he jumped into the water
The fish never looking back
Furious shouts and fist-clinched hands behind him
The fish jumped for freedom and joyfully succeeded
Silence fell across the boat as one fisherman pulled a hook from his hair
While others wrapped bloody hands, the fish had promisingly escaped, lessons learned.
now everything is just a surprise
now this situation is making me mad
now im angry,angrier than a mad dog
but i can’t help these tears I cry
for i shall not speak the name,but call it him
but not I,I will not blame me
what if it was true? what if it was me?
should I really take it as a surprise?
what did I do? what did I do to him?
but yet I still feel so mad
these tears come down harder as I continue to cry
Im as lost as a lost dog
In my heart I feel that it’s the fault of the dog
I just know it couldn’t be me
but yet i still cry
I repeat again to myself about the surprise
I don’t understand how he could be mad
How this person I call him
I listen to the voice of him
it’s like he is speaking dog
now it’s getting clear to me, I should be mad
Im starting not to blame me
I realize it may not be a surprise
but yet should I cry?
No I will not cry
for it’s the fault of him
no i should of expect it, it’s not a surprise
Im starting to see the tru colors of this dog
I will not blame me
I will not be mad
How funny that he is mad
mad that i will no longer cry
I don’t need him as long as i have me
he will never have a name, he will always be him
he will forever be a dog
I laugh now at this surprise
Poor boy, for he is mad,a mad dog,mad i will not cry, ooh poor him
Have you ever seen a man cry,or should I say dog
I will stand up for me, for I don’t care for him and i will not cry, cry over this dog, he is mad, and to him, my pride is a surprise
life is to short
to wake up in the morning
with regrets. so love the
people who treat you right. forget
about the one’s who don’t, and believe
that everything happens for a reason.
if you get a chance take it. if it changes your
life, let it. nobody said it’d be easy. they just promised it may be worth it. well because waking up every morning is a blessing. Some people may be saying regret every thing that happen in the past and it’s true.
life is too short to be missing around.
life is like a box of chocolates.
you never know what you may get.
you just now it’s a chocolate.
forget about the bad times in you life.
don’t play with your life.
well for the people that treat you right.
love them,trust them, they are your friends.
they are always their for you be there for them.
friends are forever, but you never know what is coming. people everything happens for a reason and some things it happens.
hate the haters that are haters.
hate them because you can ever forget what they did to you. the people that you may call friends check them before calling them friends.But if they chance you don’t trust them. don’t them change who you are.
regrets will happen leave them in the past.
move on because without regrets we will
never learn from them. learn from the regrets that we make and move along with your life.
well because we can help from the mistakes and regrets.
life is too short.learn from the regrets that we make.love the people that care for you. waking up very morning is a blessing for everyone cherish it.
Arriving at the marina at dusk before dawn
Securing our vessel our dear floating friend
Bound safely by rope and to wood
Is our boat, the toy we play on
Preparing for the worst of situations
But hoping the storm passes over.
We heard the news almost at dawn
The storm completely on track was no friend
We gathered our shutters all made of wood
And prepared ourselves for the impending attack on
the city, awareness was now the situation
Quietly praying it would soon be over.
We cleaned up the neighborhood by the faint light of dawn
I carried almost everything alone, where was my friend?
The last time I’d seen her, she cam to borrow some wood
I left a foil windmill out on
the lawn, a chance in a lifetime it would survive the situation
Testing Mother Nature, I tried to pull one over.
There was no longer the peace experienced at dawn
Our emergency plan included my friend
We made preparations and bought all the wood
We were the one’s everyone counted on
In total control regardless of the situation
We thought it was smart to have everyone over.
Andrew arrived at the prompt crack of dawn
The tornado that followed was surely his friend
My car had been trashed by the trees and the wood
The car alarm was very loudly turned on
Taking a minute to assess the situation
It was over a week before FPL came over.
The next day we gathered at dawn together with my
friend we removed all the wood, getting on with our lives, especially glad the situation was over.
Mothering
Being a mother is very hard.
It’s diligent and rewarding and also a challenge.
I must take into account my every move.
My children are the loves of my life and my very existence.
I love them the best I can and be the best I am.
Every day they grow more and more and make me proud.
The everyday little things mostly make me proud.
I like to see them stride and try hard.
They have manners and morals because that is the type of person I am.
Disciplining a beautiful face is a great challenge.
But make no mistake that time out is in existence.
I continually check in and correct their every move.
I tell them all the time that up is the direction to move.
They know that I push them so that they can stand proud.
Every right and wrong turn distinguishes my future existence,
Because for them to fail, is my fall, after I worked so hard.
So I push and push every day pass every challenge.
Lord knows they are my light as to them I am.
Tell me who is taking more pride in their seeds than I am.
My fist of love and jabs of motivation is enough to make them move.
Set forth with blood, sweat, and tears backing them- I expect a win at every challenge.
I have to be front row at graduation to show that I am proud.
I know the road in front of me is long, stressful, and hard.
I take that responsibility with honor because my children will carry on my exsitence.
Why is being a good mother vital to my exsitence?
Simply because inside and out, that is who I am.
Being strong and a living example is in itself hard,
But when I see my kids, a beautiful song plays, and I’m convinced to move.
So at the end of the day, of myself I’m proud.
No one can love them as I do and accept this extreme challenge.
So challenge me, challenge me- I’m up for the challenge!
My love for them will last longer than my earth bound exsitence.
Make me laugh, smile, and cry, but most of all make me proud.
I will be here to wipe tears, and clean your wounds as I always am.
Keep it moving, get on your feet, I need you both to move!
Make me shine- delight my soul, even though it’s hard.
Mother Jehmealia, it has a ring, with every challenge I am.
My exsitence on this earth will push my children to move.
Make me proud and shine in that light just because it’s hard.
I’m gonna die of loneliness,
I know this for sure,
I try and I try oh so hard,
but it’s just never enough,
It’s time to let go of this,
and do what I’m afraid to do.
Do what you’re not supposed to do,
even if it means more loneliness,
and quickly you’ll discover this,
no one is ever really sure,
most people give up when they’ve had enough,
that complain that it’s all too hard.
To run and hide because it’s too hard,
you finally know what to do,
just tell yourself that enough is enough,
and that you’re tired of this loneliness,
you’re going to go out and make sure,
that have had enough of this.
But wait, what exactly is this?
what is it that is so hard?
You know, I’m not really sure.
All I know is what I gotta do,
is to get rid of this loneliness,
because I’ve really had enough.
What happens when I’ve had enough?
well you should get ready for this:
I accept my horrible loneliness,
and I’ll go out and try really hard,
to do the things I’m afraid to do,
and forget about knowing things for sure.
There’s no fun in knowing things for sure,
it’s when people have had enough,
that they start doing what the want to do.
I’m almost finished with this,
I know some times it gets hard,
but our worst enemy is not loneliness.
It’s ourselves, I am sure of this.
Had enough, well it’s easy, not hard,
to do what makes you happy, and never have loneliness.
The clock says tick tock
Tick tock it says
to me, the clock striking the hour
of 8, the hours say
before returning to sleep
it goes as follows, tick tock
I wake up and start my day
I wash may face, tick tock
goes the clock as I follow the day
to school, where the hour
passes until time to go to tick tock
it follows as I get dressed for the hour
Of work, in my head the clock
always ringing true to the time
of my life, where tick tock
I feel emotion and give it time
to sink its teeth into another
clock it goes tick tock
When it tells my time
from across the room tick talking
faster, the nerves tie the time
in my belly, my clock is ticking
the bad seconds away and ringing
in the new time
I forget what time it is when
asked, just making ticky talk
his nerves ticking his belly
as well as mine, breathe clock
don’t get wound up just tick
softly, one hand touches mine
Tock, the last one for a time
for we have ticked and talked
and now we can tell each others time
for once, wound up and found love.
To tell time is clock work,
to tell love is timeless
For one hand is now two hands
with a tick we talked for hours.
At last, time has stopped.
A Sestina: My First Love
I really enjoy having him at my door step
Charlie loves to play
He loves to run and jump, he brings a smile
To you face, never does he run out
Of energy, he can play all day
My puppy I will always love
Never understood the meaning of love
But having a puppy like mine was the first step
Excited to see him night and day
I feed, walk and take Charlie out to play
I care about him so much he is never left out
Of family events, by just glancing he can cause you to smile
Charlie is my sunshine and brightens my smile
As mischievous as he can be I truly love
Him and don’t think there is anything I would want to take out
Wonder what’s the first step
To have a pup like mine? Show them that the ability to go out and play
Is rewarded if they listen and behave all day
Charlie guards the house when we are all gone for the day
My younger cousins always have a smile
On their faces when they are given permission to play
With my puppy, that we all cherish and love
I remember the day Charlie didn’t want to take a step
Outside my room when we decided it was time to put him out
Charlie enjoyed when we decided to take him out
To Miami Beach , he was in the sand all day
When it was time to leave he didn’t want to step
Inside the car, his newfound affection provoked us to smile
My family and I understood what caused him to love
The beach, there’s so much space to run and play
Charlie brought the family closer together to play
Catch, run, and inspired us to go out
Together to all the parks and beaches we all love
He is always the best part of my day
He knows how to make me smile
I began to feel love, and Charlie was the first step
Having Charlie to play with made my day
The sight of his excitement when I took him out for a walk made me crack a smile
Never believing in love, Charlie was the first step
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Melissa Costa Reply:
February 25th, 2011 at 6:45 pm
@Daniella Navarro, I really liked your poem. your writting reflects the love you feel for your dog, and your descriptiveness really lets us in and shows how you interact with him.
I can relate to your bond with your dog because like you, I too have a Charlie of my own. Yoko,whom I love very much, is my dog; I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world!
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A mother’s love
There on the sofa lays his mother
Wondering does she have a heart
To think of her like this isn’t fair
Deep down he knows it isn’t right
Today he doesn’t want to fight
He should pack up and run away
But what will he do once away
All day would be spent thinking of his mother
That idea is stupid he must fight
Even if it does strain his heart
He must find out what is right
He must find out what is fair
Life is not meant to be fair
All his thoughts seem to drift away
Why can’t he just set his mind right
Is it because of his mother?
What is this pain in his heart?
Voice in his head says stay and fight
Today in school he had another fight
To take his anger out on others isn’t fair
Think about it, that kid too has a heart
Must find a way to put his anger away
It always come back when thinks of his mother
Life is strange, it isn’t right
Life is supposed to be simple right?
Then why does it please him when he fights
Is it all thanks to his mother?
To put all the blame on her isn’t fair
Wondering if she ever thinks of running away
Deep down somewhere she must have a heart
He must have some love for her in his heart
If he didn’t it wouldn’t be right
If he didn’t he would run away
That’s the reason he stays and fights
To be older than his age isn’t fair
It must be done for his mother
His heart was built for this fight
His life isn’t right or fair
Away from his mother he can never be
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I have always played volleyball
I was pleased that I never came last
And I never grew tired
There is something in the world that I hate
However, there are certainly things that I love
There are also very few things I lust
If there ever was a reason to lust
It wouldn’t be for volleyball
Even though I lived for the game, I also had love
For something or someone else, love that I hoped wouldn’t be lost
The thing is, I think he’s feeling a little hate
I don’t know why, but thinking about it is making me tired
I think it’s because he’s sick and tired
Of waiting for me to make a move, looking at him now there’s no lust,
Only pure happiness. I see him move with graceful steps. No neither is there hate
He sits down beside my volleyball
The suns light won’t last
Although, I know there’s one thing that will it’s his love
What else is there to love?
Nothing much, but I know I will never grow tired
Of what we have, because he knows I will never put him last
There are no feelings of lust,
Only excitement as I throw the volleyball
He smiles with a lazy grin that I can’t hate
I know there’s little hate
And lots of love
However, looking at him now, I know there’s more to life than volleyball
Even though I’m tired
There’s playful gleam of lust
In his eyes that I know will last
Memories of this pleasant night will always last
It will always be remembered with love
Its funny how he looks at my sister’s dog with hate
And how the smell of barbeque fills him with mouth-watering lust
Of him, I will never grow tired
I watch him jump with anticipation as I raise the volleyball
He sees nothing but the volleyball
Even though I am, I know he isn’t tired
What can I say; my dog Charlie is all that I love
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Daniella Navarro Reply:
February 27th, 2011 at 4:10 am
@Gabriela Barrabeitg,
This is a very funny coincidence, I too have a dog named Charlie and I love playing volleyball!
As I read your sestina, your tone, and diction made me visualize the scenarios. You expressed fully how you felt, and as a result I too felt your worry, love and, happiness. Excellent work on the sestina, it is a very difficult poem structure to master and you did great job.
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Work and School
I hate falling asleep
But I’m so tired
Those children really know
How to give you a good day’s work
Who knew kids could be so bad
Was I like that at that age?
Are we really our age?
This could be a dream and we’re all asleep
We could be so bad
We still make our parents tired
But thinking about this is too much work
I guess I’ll never know.
The things they say and know
You have no choice but to second guess their age
But the good thing about doing this work
Is you see their age when their asleep
They’re extremely tired
From being so bad.
And don’t you want to dance to Michael Jackson’s ‘Bad!’
When you come to know
That even when you’re so tired
From a long day in this day and age
And many time for the night you’ve fallen asleep
But you still finish tomorrow’s school work.
It’s nice when you hand in your finished work
And you know your efforts produced good; not bad
Now you sit in class and you’re falling asleep
The professors act like they don’t know but they kno
That for our age
We’re way too tired.
I’m so tired
Like the kids at work
Exerting ourselves way too much for our age
I don’t mind when they’re being bad
Because I know they don’t know
The amount of times, when doing school work, I fall asleep.
The kids make me tired when they’re bad
But I love going to work and I want my professor to know
It’s not because he’s boring in class but in this day and age life forces you to fall asleep.
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jorge galvez Reply:
February 28th, 2011 at 4:19 am
@Noelle Wright, i am a coach and a nurse and sometimes having to deal with kids after little sleep is not the best. i like your writing good job
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Once a dream now a nightmare
A shadow from the dark should I stare?
Or maybe I should run the hell from here.
I cry but it’s like no one can hear me
I feel as if I’m the only one left
No I can already tell that I’m not dreaming.
A long time ago I decided to stop dreaming
Because once I fell into my slumber they became a nightmare
I looked behind me each time I turned but I was left
Just standing there, helpless and hopeless lost in his stare
A friend before and now a enemy pondering what’s next for me
And now he just leaves me here
I look into the night and yell HERE!
Of all places the places I’ve been dreaming
You have taken me,
To my prison, your heart is my worst nightmare
You left me in this dark abyss as I stare
Into your eyes and was left
That’s right you left!
You broke me and left me here,
But now I know why, and the stare
Softens and I see the love in your eyes dreaming
Of me your queen, the nightmare
The pain leaves a gap, which you fill with love for me.
The one of your dreams, the one who waited yes me,
I need you to know that through the pain I never left.
It’s like we have been having the same nightmare,
But please don’t thinks it’s true I’m here
Now with you, laying just dreaming
Hold me close and stare
Into my eyes, let me feel your glance baby just stare
At me I miss your warmth your kiss yes I will say me
Laying with you is what I really missed its like I’m dreaming
The best fantasy of all but its reality though you left
You ran back to me here is where you belong and here
You must stare , no more nightmare.
Your cold stare left my heart drained
You left me but your heart was always here.
At first I felt like it was a nightmare, but the dreaming I went through was my breakthrough.
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jorge galvez Reply:
February 28th, 2011 at 4:21 am
@Bianca Hill, deep sestina i like the way you expressed emotions
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Noelle Wright Reply:
February 28th, 2011 at 7:51 am
@Bianca Hill, i love your poem bcuz its sooo deep and expresses so much emotion
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If what I have for you is real
Why are you so hard to deal?
Could it be that only I can feel the love?
Could it be that you don’t easily trust
I don’t understand what you want at all
I wish I knew what was on your mind
When you started to slip I didn’t mind
Because our first encounter was oh so real
I didn’t think we would lose at all
Because communication was the deal
Our number one rule always trust
That was the reason I fell in love
In the beginning all you did was give me love
Your evening text’s “Always on my mind”
I never worried, in faith I put trust
Our love was growing so fast so real
I knew the deal
We would be together forever and we would have each other’s all
But soon your attitude changed all
It felt the opposite of love
My cards were flipped the dealer had to deal
My lover has changed his mind
My once nightmare has become real
I don’t know who or what to trust
So tell me who do I trust?
Do you want to be with me at all?
If what I’m feeling is real
Then into the past falls our love
You will just be a memory in my mind
Getting over you is the next deal
I don’t like that deal
My feelings I don’t want to trust
Maybe it’s just craziness in my mind
Maybe you don’t hate me at all
Maybe it is me that you still love
I pray that this nightmare is not real
Please tell me this is not the deal at all
Please tell me that I can still trust in our love
Please tell me that I am still on your mind and these horrible thoughts are not real
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As I walk around lost in my own frustration
I ponder what my life has become and what I have lost
The wind blows at my face and the chilly air burns my lungs
While thinking of what is to come in time
Nothing is seen in this darkness
The winding lonely roads feel as empty as I do inside
How I feel inside
Is so confusing, it is what ignites my frustration
I feel blind, not knowing what I want to do with my life, surrounded by darkness
The thoughts in my head become lost
In just a matter of time
And I continue to breathe through my lungs
I begin to feel tired as my lungs
Gasp for air while inside
I decide to keep pushing further away from home till I lose track of time
I feel like I’m being eaten away by the frustration
Memories of moments lost
Long ago, as if in darkness
I’m being taken over by darkness
And still I keep moving fourth, my lungs
Burning even more as I try to forget I’ve lost
My mind and inside
The frustration
Continues to mock me as I realize the time
Everything is going by so fast it’s almost a blur and time
Is of the essence especially in this darkness
I can’t see anything almost as if my frustration
Is disabling everything I have control over, now my lungs
Are dry and I begin to feel queasy inside
Everything no longer seems to matter, my past is lost
I realize that what I’ve lost
Will serve as motivation and in due time
Everything fall into place inside
Everything is much clearer now, the darkness
Slowly dissolving the pain in my lungs
And erasing my frustration
As I make my way home no longer do I think of what I’ve lost, nor do I fear darkness
Now time is only a word and I breathe deeply once again using my lungs
I feel strong inside no longer being eaten away by frustration
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Running in P.E. is uncomfortable and builds up a sweat.
When you’re not used to it, dehydration comes faster and all you want is a cold drink.
You then start to feel your muscles burn;
You think that you can’t quit now that you’ve gotten this far.
The aching in your lungs feels awful
And it is almost enough to make you want to give up.
You see the other runners up
Ahead, running comfortably without breaking a sweat
And you can’t help but feel like your health is awful.
Guiltily, you think of the nice ice cool drink
You’ve been thirsting for, knowing that its is so close yet so far
away. You run a few more minutes and by now even your toes start to burn.
The sun’s rays burn
Down on your skin, making you wish you could reach up
There and cover that burning star that is so far.
The feel of the shirt soaked up in sweat
As if they have thrown a drink
At it makes your skin feel gross and awful.
The sun and the sweat make your hair look awful
And with the sun beating down on you, your scalp begins to burn
Making you forget, momentarily, that you desperately need a drink.
The need to throw up
Becomes overwhelming, and the sweat
All over your body isn’t helping. You are begging to lose hope of getting far.
The coach says you have half a mile to go, but doubt your legs will take you that far.
Thinking about other things help you forget the awful
Way the sweat
Feels all over your body and how you muscles don’t burn
As much anymore. Then you look up
And see that you are yards closer to getting that drink.
Finally possessing the drink
In your hands feels like magic. Having gotten this far
Feels unbelievable. You feel proud of yourself for not giving up;
And the awful
Journey you’ve endured is forgotten, while the burn
You felt all over your body fade, and you skin feels cool because of the sweat.
You sip at your drink to quench the awful thirst you still feel.
Your muscles burns all over again as you walk the far path to the showers.
The sweat begins to feel nice as you look up to catch some breeze.
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A Sestina: Sestina Equals Annoying
Writing sestinas are annoying.
Everyone tells me to give it a try.
I find it to be quite boring.
It’s a complete waste of time.
That’s all I have to say about that.
I just want it to be over.
I keep starting over,
So I find it more annoying.
I am determined that
all I have to do is try
and maybe I’ll figure it out this time.
It still doesn’t change the fact that it is boring.
Although many things are boring,
this one is over
the top. Maybe this time
I’m overreacting. No it’s still annoying.
All I can tell myself is try
and maybe even use the word “that.”
If I keep using that,
it may not be so boring.
After all, I still need to try.
Hopefully, this burden will soon be over.
Isn’t this annoying?
Repetitive endings every time.
What else can I do with my time?
I should watch that
movie that is nowhere near annoying
and less likely to be boring.
I’m back over
to square one. A new technique I must try.
Harder I must try.
Why look at the time!
This hell is almost over.
I can’t keep stressing enough that
this is very boring
and quite annoying.
I will once more try and that will be the end of that.
My time is up. I hope you don’t find it as boring.
But it’s finally over and no longer annoying.
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Fading Love
Emotions like a rollercoaster
They’re beginning to take control of me
Ain’t no way I can deal with this?
Maybe I need some time for me
Or maybe we just won’t work
I’m the one to blame
I can only allow a person to push me so far
The longer he’s in my life
The more pain I will face
But every time I see him my heart thumps
He’s my first love, my only love
He can’t be replaced
Can anyone really take his place?
Can we ever make it?
Probably not
So where do we go from here
Only god really knows
I don’t know
But he’s a different person
Even when were together
I notice the painful look upon his face
I can feel him fading away
Into her arms
I’m losing my first love into another ones arms
She’s taking my place
And I can’t stop her
I try and try to become the girl he needs
But she tugs and tugs pulling
Him with all her soul
The soul I worked so hard to tain
The guy who owns my heart
Has broken the chain
He’s free, He’s free
From the sorrow and misery
Am I the cause of his misery?
The downfall to all his pain
I think not. I’m his woman, his haert and soul
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The many doors of life open.
When you show your love.
Its almost like my spirit leaves me
and I’m just watching from above.
I love the way your eyes lock on mine
When you say those three words.
I have so many things to say with no words.
when i try to speak my mouth wont open
So i say everything through my eyes.
This is how i show my love.
my stomach flies above.
That butterfly feeling never leaves.
i know you will never leave
Because of the words you say.
And when you leave you will always be watching from above
And open many doors of life.
I will always stare with love
Into your eyes.
I love to stare into your eyes
Our eyes never wander or leave.
your green eyes are loving.
There’s no need for words.
Only that are eyes stay open.
No love is above ours.
Why is it so far above
when we look with our eyes.
Are they really open
they must be , cause i never see you leave.
Our words are meaningful
So it builds our love
When you show your love
I will alwasy watch if I’m above
I will hear your words
And see your loving green eyes.
I will never leave you.
The doors to our love will never close and will always stay open.
I told you i would never leave.
I love you are the three words
That keeps the door to our love open.
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Only you almighty God
You who lives in the glorious heaven
Can turn and if I have faith will
Turn all this debilitating pain
Within my soul into strength
That’s filled with what the soul needs, love.
No one can live without love
And no one has the heart to give it like you God.
Our body can be filled with a tremendous amount of strength
But without it being in the soul we’ll never make it to heaven.
Physical potency can taint the soul with pain.
Love in the soul gives strength God said in his will.
You may ask, “God left a will?”
Yes he did it’s called the bible. It shows how much love
He has for all his children and all the pain
The almighty, compassionate, faithful God
Went through so that one day we may enter heaven.
Not to enter weak but like an eagle souring up above the storm with stength.
When we are faithful you fill our spirit with strength
That allows us to become amazing people that will
Do anything possible to help take the pain
Away in other peoples spirit and convert it to love.
To show the lost souls that only God
Can convert pain to peace and only by him can we walk through the gates of heaven.
We all eventually feel the overwhelming weight of pain.
Some can never get rid of the pain but with strength
That is put in the spirit and soul by God
Only when he knows that we are ready that’s when he will
Fill our body, mind, and soul with love.
With his love within us we can be magnificent people that he will want in heaven.
Many people don’t believe in a hell or heaven.
They fool themselves into thinking pain
Will go away if they give love
To people and those people will give them strength.
When no one in the universe exists that will
Love you as much as the person who gave you life, God.
There’s only one way into heaven, that’s with stength.
The only way to get rid of pain, is by reading his will.
Only he who created love can give love, you just have to accept and believe in God.
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Wilson Gomez Reply:
February 26th, 2011 at 3:10 pm
@elizabeth munoz, I loved reading this poem. Your poem really shows how much you have God in your life. Just reading this poem has touched me and it also reminds me of me needing to rebuild my relationship with Him as well as knowing that when I’m in pain, I can always seek Him for strength.
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Wake Up!
I did not know what to do
when my alarm clock started making noise
It seemed like I open and close my eyes
since las night
So I turned it off and went back to sleep
what a terrible idea for the middle of the week
For me this was the longest week
maybe because all the things I have to do
the thing is I was not able to sleep
In my head I keep listening all this noise
for me this was the whole night
even if I wanted I could not open my eyes.
It is funny how we wake up when we open our eyes
I did not have that experience this week
it might be because my eyes were open most part of every night
when the alarm clock was ringing I knew what I had to do
I had to take care of all that noise
I had to finish with my sleep
I have to admit, I love to sleep
that is why for me is so hard to open my eyes
so every morning when I hear this noise
Is hard to turn it off and this happens to me every week
I need to came up with some plan, one for each night
I need one different for each night
just because I always find the way to continue with my sleep
and if it is like a surprise that wakes me when I have something to do
then it it more possible that I open my eyes
I will have to be creative every day of the week
and if I do this I would not recognize the noise
I really need to hear a strange noise
specially when I did not sleep the whole night
with work and school this is pretty much every week
I am getting used to the lack of sleep
It would be nice if the same reaction have my eyes
working on a new plan is what I am going to do
When all this noise do not let me sleep
My night is over and I open my eyes
finally I start my week and do what I have to do
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She wore a long, dark blue dress,
That brought lots of attention;
As everyone stared at the beautiful teen,
They know she will be their prom queen,
And her competition eyes her with rage,
Knowing that the prom queen is her former friend.
Three months ago, her competition was her best friend,
It was because of her that Marie found a beautiful dress,
But Marie’s ego has made filled her with rage;
but she didn’t want to draw the wrong attention,
So she kept her anger inside and bought a dress that will make her look like a queen,
And so began the competition among the teens.
Her parents were angry that they’re behaving more like children than teens,
Her mom asks why she would risk losing a friend,
that an unfriendly competition does not define a queen,
And adds that they shouldn’t argue over a dress,
Because it gives them the wrong attention,
and that’s not the way to let out her rage.
Her mother says, “It’s unhealthy to be enraged,
Both of you are eighteen,
Anger draws the wrong attention.
Besides, you two are friends,
Why fight over a dress,
That is something a queen
Will never do, for a queen
Never fills herself with rage,
And is always beautiful no matter what dress
She wears, because as a teen,
She learned that what’s more important is friendship,
and she became queen because of her grace, not for drawing attention.”
As the winner was being announced, the school gave their full attention
To the girls who ran for prom queen,
And as they wait, she hears her thoughts telling her “I don’t want to lose a friend
because of my rage
I had at eighteen,
So why fight over a dress?”
She realizes that getting attention from rage
is wrong, for a queen is graceful, and anger is unhealthy for a teen,
so she congratulates Marie and both apologize to each other and vow to remain friends and will never fight over a dress.
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No Greater Love
There is definitely no greater love
That stands between me and Summer
The times we cherish and share
No greater love in this world
She has for me, love will
Not be broken but will forever be
We will definitely on live on to be
Strong and tied together by love
Her mannerisms her style I will
Say has me captivated; my dear Summer
I feel like the luckiest person in the world
She is all mines I refuse to share
The love that Summer and I share
Is unlike any other, I boldly say she will one day be
My wife, she is no one else in this world
For she speaks and I hear it feels like I’m falling in love
Again, when we met that beautiful day in Summer
To grow old and bare children with her is my will
Hard times may come but we will
Stay close to one our company to share
Of past memories and fun times me and my Summer
Our love will never dissolve this will not be
For together we have been bounded by love
Summer is my life Summer is my world
Everyone will see in this world
That with love and the power of will,
Of faith in each other, of honesty and love
The trust we have in each other the bond we share
Will never in a lifetime cease to be
A love between her and I my beloved, my Summer
I have planned my future for myself and Summer
Plans that are truly out of this world
Without her I will never be
But one thing for sure is that I will
Be have her in my life our love to share
I have no need to find a better love
For Summer and I, This will
Count as one of the best things in the world that we share
To be one and live together forever bonded by love
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SESTINA
The ending point is success
But, before you get there you have to crawl
When you want to get there is up to you
On the way there you may fall
Saying ‘’ I know I can’’ will lead to motivation
Trials and tribulations may take you down
Don’t get yourself so down
It will all pay off with success
The driving force is motivation
It’s tough when you crawl
The lack of support may cause you to fall
Don’t let that stop you
The challenges will care you
Hike up the peak not down!
When you go up the peak don’t fall
Push and keep motivation
It doesn’t matter how get there walk or crawl
In the end of your expedition is success
The key to getting there is motivation
Obstacles will frustrate you
It may even be a long crawl
Stay calm don’t break down
There is al long path to success
Along the way don’t fall
It’s like when you’re on a bike and fall
You learn by practicing and motivation
Challenge yourself and get close to success
Many will be proud of you
When you get through it you won’t be down
Parents are not going to treat you as if you crawl
Stress will meet you along the way as you crawl
As long as you don’t give up and fall
Others will try to get you down
That can also be your motivation
Don’t let procrastination get to you
They will be jealous of your success
When you crawl and use motivation
You will eventually get there and don’t fall
So avoid being down you will make it to success
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Sestina: My color’s, am I smart?
Waking up in a troubled place not really funny
Watching my love ones believing I’m not the smartest.
Deep down inside my feelings don’t feel pretty
Standing up tall looking at the walls of different colors
Grabbing my pink purse and still not prissy
Screaming at one another looking for the loudest.
I’m overwhelmed from the loudness
Face needing as much possible funnies.
I do the most in the castle shouldn’t I be the smartest?
Red colorful nails but my exterior is not the prettiest.
Energy feeling like a box of icky colors.
Purple shirt with red words that is prissy.
Closet full of warm dark clothes far from prissy.
Help! is what I scream as I get loud.
Is it my fault that nothing is funny?
Closed inside a square trying to get smarter.
All grown up with a lack of prettiness.
So called castle has no delightful coloring.
Lying in a puddle of black colors.
Hair short with no style neglecting my prissiness.
Inside my vehicle is where I decide to get loud.
No one hears how it is not funny.
Going to my residence from school aren’t I smart?
Never going to events for I don’t feel pretty.
I may be glowing in the building but not feeling the prettiest.
Looking at the sky of blue colors.
Should I hang in and try to fit a life of prissiness?
Expressing my thoughts by getting extremely loud.
Starring at their face does not look funny.
Getting nothing but A’s am I the smartest?
I know I can celebrate my smartness.
In the middle of the opening yelling I’m Pretty.
As I choose my own individual colors.
Wearing what I want; expressing my prissiness.
Ending my screams and lowering my loudness.
Maybe one day we’ll look back and think it is funny.
Having beautiful children laughing on how funny. Knowing they have a mother that’s smart. Soul mate whispering in my ear how pretty. Loving my internal colors, outdoing prissiness, and loving my indoor loudness.
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The Winter Houses
In the winter, houses are not silent.
They can be louder than anybody.
Even if someone would try to scream
the houses would always cover it up.
As if they were trying to pull a trick
on us humans because they are hungry.
They use us to overcome their hunger.
We think they left because of the silence.
But find out that it was only a trick.
They would would take just about anybody
and lure them to be eaten all up.
No hesitation, not a sound of a scream.
But one winter we did hear a screaming
sound from the houses that were hungry.
The entire neighborhood went out and up
to the dark narrow path of the silent
houses’ porch. Would somebody, anybody.
Be brave enough to stand up to its tricks?
But no one stood up to face the trickster.
I yelled, “Don’t you all hear the screaming?”
They whispered, “The house eats anybody
while it is in its winter hunger.”
As the night grew older we silently
waited for one of our knights to stand up.
I suddenly got the urge to get up.
Was this another of the houses’ tricks?
The urges lead me to leave the silent
resident of Greenville. Until I screamed
because I was walking into the hungry
house that would eat almost anybody
“I’m a house, I can’t eat anybody.”
said the house. “Come on, you will eat me up.
I’m not a fool I know this is a big trick.”
Then from the upstairs I heard another scream
and the house went completely silent.
Why was it silent, “Hello, anybody
there!” Another scream and I ran up
the stairs. It was a trick, the house WAS hungry.
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The Escape
Quickly the line was grabbed by hands
The flopping fish dangling on end
Fingers held the the mouth open as the hook was pulled out
The fish, deathly scared, fell to the floor
It jumped for dear life
The fish thought, “I must escape.”
The first attempt of escape must be made now
But how, where these hands keep coming after me?
I know, I’ll jump up and out of this boat
I’ll teach these men not to fish
I cannot fall into this trap again
Never again shall I engulf a meal suspiciously hooked.
The fish was hooked on escaping
Without an escape, he was sure to die
He leaped into the air, but only fell back doown
He lay on the boat’s floor once again, as hands came at him
The tired creature could only fish for luck with gasping gills
With all his strength he jumped and jumped and jumped.
He jumped up higher and higher
He jumped up onto the cooler where laid the bloody hook
Just inches not the fish was from the boat’s edge
Fishermen scrambled as one exclaimed, “Catch him before he escapes!”
Hands flailed everywhere as the fish flopped around
The boat rocking back and forth as rods and tackle boxes fell.
As everything fell, the fish made his move for freedom
Daringly jumping from cooler to the boat’s edge
But, nearly making it, hands grabbed him in midair
Fisherman hooked his determined eyes on the frightened fish
As others ran with nets to ensure of no more escapes
But that, however, was not the planned intention of the fish.
Mightily the fish squirmed, and whacked his holder’s hand with tail
And after a final bite to the finger, slipped free of grasp and fell
On boat’s edge, at last the desperate creature could make its escape
Quicker than one can blink,he jumped into the water
The fish never looking back
Furious shouts and fist-clinched hands behind him
The fish jumped for freedom and joyfully succeeded
Silence fell across the boat as one fisherman pulled a hook from his hair
While others wrapped bloody hands, the fish had promisingly escaped, lessons learned.
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now everything is just a surprise
now this situation is making me mad
now im angry,angrier than a mad dog
but i can’t help these tears I cry
for i shall not speak the name,but call it him
but not I,I will not blame me
what if it was true? what if it was me?
should I really take it as a surprise?
what did I do? what did I do to him?
but yet I still feel so mad
these tears come down harder as I continue to cry
Im as lost as a lost dog
In my heart I feel that it’s the fault of the dog
I just know it couldn’t be me
but yet i still cry
I repeat again to myself about the surprise
I don’t understand how he could be mad
How this person I call him
I listen to the voice of him
it’s like he is speaking dog
now it’s getting clear to me, I should be mad
Im starting not to blame me
I realize it may not be a surprise
but yet should I cry?
No I will not cry
for it’s the fault of him
no i should of expect it, it’s not a surprise
Im starting to see the tru colors of this dog
I will not blame me
I will not be mad
How funny that he is mad
mad that i will no longer cry
I don’t need him as long as i have me
he will never have a name, he will always be him
he will forever be a dog
I laugh now at this surprise
Poor boy, for he is mad,a mad dog,mad i will not cry, ooh poor him
Have you ever seen a man cry,or should I say dog
I will stand up for me, for I don’t care for him and i will not cry, cry over this dog, he is mad, and to him, my pride is a surprise
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Sestina
life is to short
to wake up in the morning
with regrets. so love the
people who treat you right. forget
about the one’s who don’t, and believe
that everything happens for a reason.
if you get a chance take it. if it changes your
life, let it. nobody said it’d be easy. they just promised it may be worth it. well because waking up every morning is a blessing. Some people may be saying regret every thing that happen in the past and it’s true.
life is too short to be missing around.
life is like a box of chocolates.
you never know what you may get.
you just now it’s a chocolate.
forget about the bad times in you life.
don’t play with your life.
well for the people that treat you right.
love them,trust them, they are your friends.
they are always their for you be there for them.
friends are forever, but you never know what is coming. people everything happens for a reason and some things it happens.
hate the haters that are haters.
hate them because you can ever forget what they did to you. the people that you may call friends check them before calling them friends.But if they chance you don’t trust them. don’t them change who you are.
regrets will happen leave them in the past.
move on because without regrets we will
never learn from them. learn from the regrets that we make and move along with your life.
well because we can help from the mistakes and regrets.
life is too short.learn from the regrets that we make.love the people that care for you. waking up very morning is a blessing for everyone cherish it.
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Andrew
Arriving at the marina at dusk before dawn
Securing our vessel our dear floating friend
Bound safely by rope and to wood
Is our boat, the toy we play on
Preparing for the worst of situations
But hoping the storm passes over.
We heard the news almost at dawn
The storm completely on track was no friend
We gathered our shutters all made of wood
And prepared ourselves for the impending attack on
the city, awareness was now the situation
Quietly praying it would soon be over.
We cleaned up the neighborhood by the faint light of dawn
I carried almost everything alone, where was my friend?
The last time I’d seen her, she cam to borrow some wood
I left a foil windmill out on
the lawn, a chance in a lifetime it would survive the situation
Testing Mother Nature, I tried to pull one over.
There was no longer the peace experienced at dawn
Our emergency plan included my friend
We made preparations and bought all the wood
We were the one’s everyone counted on
In total control regardless of the situation
We thought it was smart to have everyone over.
Andrew arrived at the prompt crack of dawn
The tornado that followed was surely his friend
My car had been trashed by the trees and the wood
The car alarm was very loudly turned on
Taking a minute to assess the situation
It was over a week before FPL came over.
The next day we gathered at dawn together with my
friend we removed all the wood, getting on with our lives, especially glad the situation was over.
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Mothering
Being a mother is very hard.
It’s diligent and rewarding and also a challenge.
I must take into account my every move.
My children are the loves of my life and my very existence.
I love them the best I can and be the best I am.
Every day they grow more and more and make me proud.
The everyday little things mostly make me proud.
I like to see them stride and try hard.
They have manners and morals because that is the type of person I am.
Disciplining a beautiful face is a great challenge.
But make no mistake that time out is in existence.
I continually check in and correct their every move.
I tell them all the time that up is the direction to move.
They know that I push them so that they can stand proud.
Every right and wrong turn distinguishes my future existence,
Because for them to fail, is my fall, after I worked so hard.
So I push and push every day pass every challenge.
Lord knows they are my light as to them I am.
Tell me who is taking more pride in their seeds than I am.
My fist of love and jabs of motivation is enough to make them move.
Set forth with blood, sweat, and tears backing them- I expect a win at every challenge.
I have to be front row at graduation to show that I am proud.
I know the road in front of me is long, stressful, and hard.
I take that responsibility with honor because my children will carry on my exsitence.
Why is being a good mother vital to my exsitence?
Simply because inside and out, that is who I am.
Being strong and a living example is in itself hard,
But when I see my kids, a beautiful song plays, and I’m convinced to move.
So at the end of the day, of myself I’m proud.
No one can love them as I do and accept this extreme challenge.
So challenge me, challenge me- I’m up for the challenge!
My love for them will last longer than my earth bound exsitence.
Make me laugh, smile, and cry, but most of all make me proud.
I will be here to wipe tears, and clean your wounds as I always am.
Keep it moving, get on your feet, I need you both to move!
Make me shine- delight my soul, even though it’s hard.
Mother Jehmealia, it has a ring, with every challenge I am.
My exsitence on this earth will push my children to move.
Make me proud and shine in that light just because it’s hard.
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I’m gonna die of loneliness,
I know this for sure,
I try and I try oh so hard,
but it’s just never enough,
It’s time to let go of this,
and do what I’m afraid to do.
Do what you’re not supposed to do,
even if it means more loneliness,
and quickly you’ll discover this,
no one is ever really sure,
most people give up when they’ve had enough,
that complain that it’s all too hard.
To run and hide because it’s too hard,
you finally know what to do,
just tell yourself that enough is enough,
and that you’re tired of this loneliness,
you’re going to go out and make sure,
that have had enough of this.
But wait, what exactly is this?
what is it that is so hard?
You know, I’m not really sure.
All I know is what I gotta do,
is to get rid of this loneliness,
because I’ve really had enough.
What happens when I’ve had enough?
well you should get ready for this:
I accept my horrible loneliness,
and I’ll go out and try really hard,
to do the things I’m afraid to do,
and forget about knowing things for sure.
There’s no fun in knowing things for sure,
it’s when people have had enough,
that they start doing what the want to do.
I’m almost finished with this,
I know some times it gets hard,
but our worst enemy is not loneliness.
It’s ourselves, I am sure of this.
Had enough, well it’s easy, not hard,
to do what makes you happy, and never have loneliness.
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Time Clock of the Heart
The clock says tick tock
Tick tock it says
to me, the clock striking the hour
of 8, the hours say
before returning to sleep
it goes as follows, tick tock
I wake up and start my day
I wash may face, tick tock
goes the clock as I follow the day
to school, where the hour
passes until time to go to tick tock
it follows as I get dressed for the hour
Of work, in my head the clock
always ringing true to the time
of my life, where tick tock
I feel emotion and give it time
to sink its teeth into another
clock it goes tick tock
When it tells my time
from across the room tick talking
faster, the nerves tie the time
in my belly, my clock is ticking
the bad seconds away and ringing
in the new time
I forget what time it is when
asked, just making ticky talk
his nerves ticking his belly
as well as mine, breathe clock
don’t get wound up just tick
softly, one hand touches mine
Tock, the last one for a time
for we have ticked and talked
and now we can tell each others time
for once, wound up and found love.
To tell time is clock work,
to tell love is timeless
For one hand is now two hands
with a tick we talked for hours.
At last, time has stopped.
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