Best Caroline Poems
9/20/16
I am Caroline Foster.
I am fifteen-years-old.
I am shortish.
I am rather thin.
I am intelligent I guess.
I am oblivious.
I am weird.
I am childish.
I am different and not in a good way.
I am the girl who sits in the front of the class because I am expected to.
I am the young actress who can only find her voice through being someone else.
I am the nerd people only become friends with so I can do their homework.
I am an encyclopedia, Google, and a dictionary all rolled in one.
I am an outsider.
I am the one who will never be accepted because of my social awkwardness.
I am and will never be anything more than a textbook.
I am only a tool.
I am scarred from the knives I have cut into my own wrists.
I am depression, a dark room with the light switch torn out.
I am anxiety that screams with deafening volume just to keep me chained to the ground.
I am the one who’s supposed to know all the answers.
I am expected to be a perfect little robot who should never step out of line.
I am afraid to accept myself for who I am because of fear of the judgement and rejection of others.
I am the girl who is taken advantage of because they know I’m too scared to say “no.”
I am terrified of failure and not meeting the highest of standards.
I am hideous.
I am disgusting.
I am so ugly that to attract a guy I have to hide behind pounds of makeup.
I am sick and tired of being labeled by my skin, religion, GPA, cup size, and my face.
I am done hiding in the shadows and letting the opinions of others control me.
I am waiting every day for it to be my last just so I can get away from all the hate.
I am suicide ready to happen.
But, I am beautiful.
But, I am unique.
But, I am still that wide-eyed dreamer who just wants to write.
But, I am a writer of stories that could change the life of one.
But, I am not what others think of me
I am not just another face among billions of others.
I am chosen.
I am a daughter of God.
I am here for a reason.
I am me and still discovering what being me means.
And I am okay with that.
I am telling you to rip off the history and stereotypes that you have been forced to lug around for so long.
I am showing that no matter who you are, there is still light at the end of the tunnel.
I am Caroline Foster.
Who are you?
Categories:
caroline, angst, anti bullying, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
She wakes to scrub the walk with brine
as endless tales pile in her thoughts.
This, shy young maid named Caroline,
she fears labors will be her lot.
Reprieve, a pen is her best friend;
wearisome work, few hours to lend
for frivolous pursuits and cares.
Alone, flowing words wash her bare.
Late night, find her by candlelight.
She writes until her fingers bleed.
A writer born, her words alight
with blazing pen, an innate need.
She scrubs clothes in the stream each morn,
admiring roses, pricked by thorns.
The struggles she cannot foresee,
will one day make for great stories.
Categories:
caroline, devotion, girl, words, writing,
Form:
Rispetto
Oh Caroline! Caroline
My heart never ceased to beat
tears continue to trickle down my cheeks
And my lips still quiver,
Tremble at the mention of you
I reach out to you
Hold my hand, please!
Don't shut me out again
In all these months apart
I still feel faint,
tormented by memories of us
What did I ever do to you?
Caroline!
Rivers have since dried up
Heavens weep no more
No more do torrents pour forth
Yet my heart continues to bleed
My eyes still seek you
Amidst the tall kukiwu grass
Deep in the narrow gorges
My heart longs for yours
Once we were kindred spirits
Mine hopes for your beat
But you're quiet!
Your silence is deafening
Echoing unsang taunts
Over and over in my head
My ears are shut to your shouts
My eyes are open but can't see
I search in vain.
Caroline please!
The dust has long settled,
Birds have left their nests,
Flowers have since bloomed
And this heat still torments my lonely heart
Yet you stay away.
I'm stuck in a dark rut
Dug down a sink of old memories
I wallow in lost pastimes
And converse only of ancient fights
What use are these now,
When you shout alone, in your abyss?
We are burdened
Worn out by the moss gathered mid way
Our minds are darkened by grief
Our hearts are heavy with weary
Dread drapes her claws around us.
Oh Caroline! I'm lost for words.
My tongue stutters, my lips dry
I'm afraid,
I fear when you do come
Like the seasons, I'll be gone
Return Caroline!
Or we shall forever be lost in regret.
© Moliehi Molupe Koeshe 2017
Categories:
caroline, dark, true love,
Form:
Ode
Oh my precious lady Caroline
Confused as a peach on a grapevine
She Forgets to think
Then she drives to drink
And spills her homemade muscadine wine
Categories:
caroline, fun,
Form:
Limerick
Kiss these lips sweet Caroline,
mama wants you home by nine.
Cotton panties, gin and tonic,
an ink serpent up your spine.
Summer nights by river side,
every type of drug you tried.
Giggling at all your little lies,
that you could never really hide.
Black mascara never missed,
eyes are blackened from his fist.
Yet you live inside photographs,
where your happiness does exist.
Colored hair blues and whites,
eyes that lighted up the nights.
Tears for love that is unknown,
laughter followed all the fights.
Oh dear Caroline, please be mine,
display your magic with a sign,
The world may see your darkness,
but in my heart you always shine.
Categories:
caroline,
Form:
there is a lady out there,
so gentle, kind and sweet,
so very big in her awareness,
but her size so small and neat,
she makes her way into out hearts,
with kindness, friendship and fun,
giving out such radiant beams,
that means so much to us,
she is shy and never demanding,
she has given everyone so much joy,
loyalty, honesty and truthful,
just like mother earth,
capable, able and willing,
her days seems to never end,
going about life's needing,
still joy to all she does bring,
her temperament is soft of meaning,
she enjoys to lend her hand,
giving strength to those in need,
no meanness or self-demand,
she has her time of storminess,
when there are those who rave,
but fairness in her own life,
a lady that gives a man his dreams,
she does her best to satisfy,
and i mean by in the team,
and her voice is ever tender,
with a soft smile upon her cheek,
she is a lady through and through,
for that the heart is strong,
be gentle when you talk to her,
for she never deserves no wrong,
she is tired from trials and working,
still with kindness and smiles,
to meet this wonderful lady,
is worth driving for miles,
she is full of beauty,
and her heart is soft and kind,
there is only one person,
and thats caroline on my mind,
i do want to hold her,
and take any pain away,
to keep her in my arms,
all night and all day,
she really is a beauty,
that makes my heart melt,
no matter where i go in life,
i will remember for what i have felt,
so with all these feelings,
and kindness that she gives,
i want to give her my own heart,
as she is best there is,
Categories:
caroline, angel, beautiful, beauty, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
i don't want this life anymore
should i have to want it?
everything i do
everything i say
will die alongside me
i could slit my wrists
jump off a cliff
or die in the most gruesome way
but it won't matter
in a state of decay
when my flesh melts
no more cards
will be dealt
except some bones
that will recall to whoever i'm found by
what i felt
i'm a dreamer
make-believer
miscommunicator
why'd you have to leave me, caroline?
what did it prove?
who do i have to kill
to keep you?
locked in my bedroom
together, we'll be entombed
together, we'll be consumed
and together, wear costumes
dressed as corpses
early doom
why do you scream?
when i am who bleeds?
rejoice, my love,
i love it when you sing
but stop playing with my heartstrings
today
i own the stage
Categories:
caroline, abuse, appreciation, earth, sick,
Form:
Free verse
She was bad, cunning. pretty and bold,
And her story I must tell before I get old,
Her father an Earl who fell on hard times,
Turned Rogue and then was hung for his crimes.
She was brought up a Lady, thought everyone fools,
Was devoid of Scruples, and obeyed no rules.
She could fence shoot, and out ride any man,
Reeking revenge, her reason to live and plan.
Two men she blamed for the family's woes,
Both would be Seen writhing in death's last throes,
The first, Lord D'arcy, an effeminate young buck,
Cheated her father at cards, he was now out of luck.
Confronting him at Boodles, exclusive gaming club,
In male attire, shocked members were, like rats in a tub,
Her verbal wit he could not match, her challenge he accepted,
He died at dawn, she ran him through, her skills he underrated.
Lady Caroline Rothclare, her vengeance She would follow,
But she needed money, or all her plans were Hollow,
Dressed in black She wore a mask, a pistol adorned each hip,
And many a highway coach was robbed by her daring Ladyship.
The second man she blamed the most, a Banker without heart,
Extension to her Fathers loan, he would in no way part,
she was of course not right to take, this evil point of view,
But hatred blinds our thoughts, and so she Killed him too.
I would like to say, her evil ways were punished by the law,
But her life was long and happy and eventually she saw,
that life could be much better, If she turned her back on crime,
And now she very rarely robs, she just doesn't have the time.
Categories:
caroline, father daughter, romance, violence,
Form:
Ballad
I was a boy then
Betwixt conforming and transforming
The ways of men
I met in you virtue most disharming
The pious thought
Bright patience caught
The kindly words, and tender deeds
Of love: they sear
On me deep impressions, like seeds
Making deep roots here
Like rivers trenching and cleansing all
Hence my poem's tear
That such a golden leaf should ever fall,
You, no more there?
Those college days still
Like bright canvas painted by memory
Halls of delight fill
When we tell anecdotes of life and history
And in them all
My heart is entralled
A lady sits amidst the squalor of time, she
Circled in kindness
From her children's eyes, exudes a beauty
That lights all dimness
And causes her husband engorged with joy
To praise God loudly
While she prays, reads, or sings with no alloy
Of earth's misery.
In your presence there
I fell in love, and called you mother softly
And held God dear
In such a common place a tree of beauty
Sheltering us then
Grace and love blend
In you, aged and ailing in church long last
Did not retire
Nor tell a close of door upon the happy past
Jew told me, later
That you are gone, I wept the ignorance of it
And here suffer
That I did not a quiet moment by you then sit
Love to render.
Categories:
caroline, dedication, mothergod, god,
Form:
Verse
My favorite day would be summertime,
wandering through our back yard
dressed in the finest lace
daddy’s princess smelling of freshly picked lavender
swaying with the trees, Sweet Caroline.
Morning brings with it the fragrant pine,
before the sun could lift me
I would think about the day’s events
packed to the rafter
an early walk would serve me, I smile.
I’d rise to sunshine,
peering through the corner of my curtains
fanning gently onto my face
the promise of a hot sultry day
to entertain, Daddy’s little Caroline.
The ladies gathered at breakfast time,
elegantly dressed they frame
cupcakes and finger tarts
on display while batting their colourful eyes
signalling the time at nine.
My face feels flushed,
looking across the hall way mirror
I notice a few errand strands
locking into my eyes,
I stand to smooth them and capture the roomy hush.
I regret not having the wine,
Every eye in the room
darts towards me as if called
to observe the hasty move,
the first signs of a crush, for sweet Caroline.
Handsome men stand aligned,
matches made and missed
they brood together
as much as I try to distance
they lean closer
smelling of soap and sandalwood, All in their prime.
The umbrella in my hand a shrine,
calling to every man in town
for proposal,
daddy’s invitations to wed
rocking sweet Caroline.
Categories:
caroline, fantasy, father daughter, love,
Form:
Free verse
Music was my first love and it will be my last.
Its Just another brick in the wall.
They flutter behind you your possible past.
Come join the love boat
On the day the wall came down
The ship of fools had finally ran aground
She’s on my mind
Forever it seems, it seems
Future times will stand and clearly smile
Of the course of innocence.
But listen to the colour of your dreams
New ways, new ways
I dream of wires
That's radio, that's TV, but Visionary got the internet
Lovely to see you again my friend
Time is right to find one another
Music of the future
And music of the past.
Your my sweet Caroline
Now and forever you are a part of me
Because we’re keeping the dream alive
Categories:
caroline, boat, journey,
Form:
Lyric
In the tapestry of life, a precious thread,
There's a daughter named Caroline, my heart's stead.
With gentle grace, she dances through my days,
A radiant soul, forever in my gaze.
Caroline, my love, like a blooming rose,
Your presence, a balm, my weary heart knows.
Each moment spent with you, a treasured gift,
A melody of laughter, my spirits lift.
Oh, how I miss you, my sweet Caroline,
The miles between us make my soul pine.
Though distance separates our paths for now,
Know that my love for you will always endow.
In dreams, I hold you close, a tender embrace,
Our bond transcending time, filling empty space.
Your laughter echoes like a soothing song,
Reminding me of love that's deep and strong.
Your eyes, like twinkling stars, shine bright and clear,
A reflection of a love so pure and dear.
In every word, in every silent prayer,
I send my love to you, for you to share.
Caroline, my joy, my guiding light,
Know that you're cherished, day and night.
Through tears and smiles, through laughter and sighs,
You are forever imprinted in my heart's skies.
Until the day when we're side by side,
With open arms, I'll embrace you, my pride.
For now, remember, my love will persist,
A beacon of warmth through life's endless twist.
My daughter Caroline, you are my all,
A bond unbreakable, though shadows fall.
With love and longing, my heart reaches for thee,
Forever intertwined, your spirit and me.
Categories:
caroline, 12th grade,
Form:
Free verse
O Caroline,
Your lips are so divine.
That, I wish I were the rose,
You kissed and left for the crows.
For, flawless I would be beneath the tip,
Of your sweet tasting lip.
O Caroline, answer me or is that even your name,
Or did you change it to Annabel, just to put this love ever rising to shame.
O Caroline, O Annabel,
Whichever is fine, as long as my heart doesn’t dwell.
On this Rose you kissed and left to decay,
To the beaks of these, crows to sway away.
Categories:
caroline, love
Form:
Rhyme
Caroline stepped up to face the world,
Her pink-grey face grew more than slightly pale,
Her hands clasped a microphone of intimidating scale,
Oh how they wanted her to sing.
The audience with sat with expectation unfurled
But seemed so far away, so hard to hold,
Stale and fusty like a blue green mold,
Oh how they wanted her to sing.
The words came out timidly and slurred,
A sea of faces murmured as she spake,
With smiles quite bright but invariably fake,
Oh how she wanted them to sing.
She woke up with her ginger locks uncurled,
Despite the meek applause that she had worn,
The next day she moped sad and forlorn,
Oh how she wanted them to sing.
The world is but a stage
and we play but a part.
Categories:
caroline, analogy, introspection, youth,
Form:
Free verse
** This poem is in memory of Caroline Previdi, a child who was killed in the Sandy Hook shooting.
Laugh.
For Caroline wants you to laugh in her honor.
She wants to see you smile all the way up in Heaven.
For her and her friends are smiling every night.
When you look up in the sky the stars will shine brightly because their smiles are lighting up the sky.
For Caroline is making them laugh.
She is tickling them until they burst with laughter.
Making their hearts fill with joy with every laugh.
Now laugh until you can't laugh anymore.
Don't worry, when you are down,
Caroline will find a way to make your frown turn upside down.
Categories:
caroline, life,
Form: