Best Fourteen Poems
When someone says break
A leg is never offered
As the sacrifice
Petal of limpid life veils the naked eye,
shadow and spoil refrains the question ideal;
asking not within,
without ---
dark night shines,
while day grins ---
The answer unowned,
unowned by us the source of impeccable enquiry;
seasoned for patient resolve ---
tempered and unafraid,
in fortitude stone,
alone,
yet the voices of many
(lead us home)
****Written in 2000, my very first sonnet****
It's not easy being 14,
I should know.
And falling in love is harder to believe.
Most people think you're a kid,
even when you don't.
Everything is really not what it seems.
Living this life,
just means following your dreams.
Oh, 14 is the life,
you live will be most memorable.
People will catch you when you fall.
Even if you stumble it's ok,
you're only 14.
Don't worry about it,
it'll come someday.
Being 14,
wow life goes by fast!
Sometimes you get a second chance
to think things over,
remember what's good,
and follow your heart.
Do what you have to do.
Show people the real you.
Yeah,
You'll make mistakes,
but that's what life's all about.
You're only 14.
Don't rush.
Life's gonna come sooner than you think.
At first,
It all might be too much.
But you're a strong girl.
Don't get down over all those little things.
Prepare yourself for your future,
but take life all in.
You can miss it very easily.
Being 14,
well, for now,
that's me!!
This is dedicated to all those 14 year old girls out there that have been through alot..I've
been there and I just wanted to give some advice :)
I turned fourteen, the world turned cold,
The light I knew felt strange, controlled.
They said these years would shape my soul—
But all I feel is lost and old.
I used to laugh, just ‘cause I could,
Run wild in every neighborhood.
Now I just scroll, or lie awake,
Pretending none of this can break.
The mirror’s cruel, my thoughts are loud,
I shrink beneath an unseen cloud.
A thousand voices in my head,
Some scream, some whisper, all see red.
They say, “You’re young, you’ve got the time,”
But why does breathing feel like crime?
Why does the morning taste like rust?
Why do I find it hard to trust?
Friends drift off like mist at dawn,
No goodbye, just gone is gone.
And those who stay don’t see me whole—
They joke around, ignore my soul.
School’s a blur of stress and shame,
Trying hard to play the game.
Smiles are masks, and grades are chains,
And no one cares about the pain.
I see their lives online each night—
Perfect faces, filtered light.
They’re laughing loud while I feel small,
Like I don’t really count at all.
They don’t know how it feels inside—
This heaviness I cannot hide.
I fake the “fine,” I nod, I try,
But part of me just wants to cry.
I miss the kid I used to be—
The one who ran, the one who dreamed.
Now I just wish to disappear,
Or scream so loud that someone hears.
But still I write, and still I speak,
Even when I’m feeling weak.
And maybe that’s the strongest part—
Still standing with a shattered heart.
If you’re fourteen and feel this way,
Like joy’s a game you just can’t play—
I want you to know you’re not alone.
We’re out here too, just barely grown.
It’s okay to not be okay,
To hate the world some nights, some days.
But don’t give up, don’t dim your spark—
Even stars are born in dark.
Lost
under pile
of red tape
hoping I will be
found
It was packed. Hot and steamy.
Bathroom breaks were rare.
And so was food. We arrived and it
Was heavily filled. We left and it
Was deserted.
Wednesday. He fell. The ER
Calling out our name but we
Ignored it. Finally basic care was
Met with an angry boy. Fighting
To be left alone.
11:00 PM. We rushed and were helped.
Patience is nowhere to be found.
Barfbags, fake doctors, unicorns and
More kept us company throughout the
Night. Finally, we left too tired to do anything.
It beckoned us to it’s comfy linens. To it’s warmth.
We couldn’t resist. Just one night we said.
We were fed one meal. Then we departed.
The long journey would be over soon. One more
Night and it would all be over.
Friday. It was filled with canoeing and
Kayaking. Flirting and 20-second relationships.
Water fun and water incidents. Pain and relief.
We were ready for home. Though another
adventure awaited us the moment we arrived.
This is a fourteen point check list
For when you buy a car
First question you should ask
Does it have full service history or part
The next important question
Has the Cam belt ever been changed
And do you have any receipts
To show me when it was arranged
Check for codes and errors
Held in the ECU
It may be clean and tidy
But they might be hiding a few
Now check that clutch
For usual wear and tear
Is it riding at the top
If so you should be aware
Check the oil, fuel and water
For any kind of leaks
Cause this could cost more money
And leave your pockets empty
Check all the fluid levels
Make sure there all topped up
It’s a sign that it’s been looked after
By the seller you’re buying it off
An early head gasket failure
Could cost more than the car is worth
So open up that oil cap
And check for creamy stuff
Listen to that engine
Make sure there’s no strange tunes
Check that steering properly
The brakes and all the tubes
Listen for failed wheel bearings
You will hear a whirling noise
If one of these is wearing
It aggravates and annoys
Check for too much smoke
And the exhaust while you can
Because MOT emissions
Are getting stricter with their plans
Have a visual check of course
Of the outside of the motor
Last but least test all the lights
And never let them chauffeur
Take a friend or mechanic
And look for signs of damage
Be wise and look up a guiding price
Make sure the vehicles within those sights
Hpi check is always satisfation
It may cost you a little more
But its very instant action
© Copyright KC.Leake
2nd October 2015
All rights Reserved
They say you meet your soulmate by the time you're 21.
I thought that was the biggest lie ever told.
Love wasn't something I really believed in.
All it did was break me and hurt me.
Little did I know, you've been in front of me this whole time.
Little did I know, I met my soulmate 14 years ago.
We were kids when we met, dumb and naive.
But we're grown up now.
And I stand in front of you, my heart in my hands.
I know you loved me once, but feelings fade.
But it's you and it's me.
Maybe we were always endgame.
I never thought I'd fall in love with my best friend.
But you're the only one who's always been there for me.
You've always loved me, and I hope it's not too late to love you too.
I hope another girl didn't snatch your heart.
I hope we won't always be star-crossed lovers.
I hope we can defy all odds.
You have the power now.
Keep my heart or let it go.
But I know I will always love you.
The heart fades with the end
of two thousand and fourteen
I did so want to waltz - dance away
this last two thousand and fourteen day.
You, in my arms, closing the door
on another year – 2014, gone for evermore.
There comes a time – sometimes –
when words in ones rhymes
sets free the human spirit,
lets the ghostly past slip past it,
it’s chains that have bound tightly
the soul, to precious moments - rightly
or wrongly - that live in the light of a rainbow.
This, only a true heart, true love, comes to know.
Moments that most, seldom come to experience,
seldom, smell the roses, intimately know their fragrance,
seldom, or never find it easy to tough down,
seldom on bend and knee, reach up, kiss the ground.
Lucky !!! – I have touched the edges of this state.
Forever lasting – never to be my fate.
That has been the journey,
living it has seemed an eternity.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 3rd 2015
A splash of moonbeam
Sparkles the melting iceberg
A ray of hope gleams
I'm just fourteen years old, and a father I'll be
Around Christmas time, what a present for me
The excitment of puberty has now taken it's toll
I sit here lost in thoughts, a worried young soul
Responsibilities I now face to the challenges of life
Do I stand by my girlfriend, do I make her my wife
What if I can't cope, shunned by family and friends
To become another statistic, modern societies trend
I find myself very fortunate, I'm surrounded by kin
Whom their patience has been a blessing as I take it all in
My friends have rallied round, their support has been strong
It's having people like them, I'm fortunate to belong
December has come and gone, my daughters getting married
As I look back to fourteen and the trials that I carried
Many thoughts I had to ponder as I look back at my young life
The young girl whom bore my daughter, many years has been my wife
* Three-quarters of a million teens between 15 and 19 become pregnant each year in the USA *
For Gwendolen's *~* Mom, I'M PREGNANT! contest *~*
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Fourteen
Even sea-gulls mistake this lavish lap of water for sea
All day long their cries betray their delusion so eerie
Circling and swooping and settling on her deranged graces
Coming in with wild winds this day dismal and dreary
Cannon fire: a shot? Pigeons by the dozens take wing
Atlantic sea-gulls shriek and circle above her hovering
A squadron of bernache cravant takes to the air trumpeting
The alert blares loud: the Lady of the Lake is whimpering:
“Murder!” “Vile iniquitous act!” proclaim madly hopping crows
Shriek hell upon her tummy in motion: “Everybody knows!”
Grebes and coots dive to bring up the truth: “Dark purple poison!”
Behind tinted glasses Men of Paperasserie in throes.
Enticed inveigled lured to her fallen tripped entrapment
Her cervical and lumbar discs verily out of joint
No many-splendoured rays of the rising and setting sun
Reflect the rhododendron dews of her irises glint
Only the lone Bard of Nishapur hears her anguished quails:
“They see not the heinous hurt of the hills dug into dales
Nor drink they pure geothermal juices of the guts of the earth:
Here must I lie die till Sister Seine flows into my entrails!”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Scorching heat hassled my feet,
as I ambled alongside the beast.
A wooden cup, a water bag and
parched barley meal for a feast.
My shadow exhaled hot fumes
on the dry desert sand.
Days of prolonged journey,
In search of a famous land.
Mounted on the highest
was a man wearing a lowly thawb
With evident fourteen patches,
devoid of a pristine robe.
He ruled the continents
With power and dignity.
He owned a little
Enough to satisfy the brevity.
We took turns to sit on the camel,
to relieve ourselves of the toil.
One could rest and another hold reins,
to guide the beast towards the soil.
He beckoned me to stop
And climb on top.
Holding the reins
of the camel’s clop.
Approaching the purpose
I implored the master.
I did not deem right
for him to ignore his lustre.
“The dignitaries are awaiting the ruler
to command them and direct.
A meagre slave on the summit
Will not give you respect.”
He roared and his eyes crimson
He told me a reality
So easily forgotten
“We were humiliated in entirety
And Islam gave us honour
Shall we then choose this world
And push Allah in the corner.”
When his feet get muddled,
in a blameless puddle.
It stumped me more
and enhanced my lore.
It proved my descent
and that of my ruler
We are made with clay
and will return to it sooner.
A sight to behold awaited some,
as we marched into the city.
Never in history, had they seen
A king holding the rope with simplicity.
A slave riding the camel
Made most men bewildered
Tears flowed down relentlessly,
As the equality in Islam was remembered.
The man with fourteen patches,
raised the banner of Islam
Centuries later we still remember,
his humility and vigorous eemaan.
When the difference between
The ruler and the slave.
Was rendered null by the
faithful and brave.
(Thawb – Long shirt
Eemaan – Belief
Allah - God
Islam – Submission to the will of Allah)
Enter apartment, ready to paint
Open the door and empty it ain't
Apartment not empty or unoccupied
Furniture everywhere someone has lied
Previous day, nineteen ninety five
Parked rented truck ready to drive
One single woman packing in haste
Filled to the top no room to waste
Unable to paint let one week pass
Return to the job no sign of the lass
Full of furniture time has stood still
Come back next week right now just chill
This is week two job is in doubt
Landlord orders furniture out
Donates items to new family in wait
Family from Haiti in need of the freight
Now it's all empty jobs good to go
Where is the lass no one does know
Prepare for the plaster and ready to paint
Soft knock on a door interruption was faint
Open the door elder man does request
All of the furniture now he is stressed
Landlord explains this tenant has fled
Weeks have passed no word was said
Father of daughter explains in strife
Daughter no longer has taken her life
Behind was left a husband, two sons
Heavy the burden weight in the tons
While loading the van can anyone know?
That she was thinking which way to go
Confusing the conflict inside her mind
All of them mingled and intertwined
Continue to paint apartment fourteen
Woman who left this worldly scene
Pondering heavy could words have been said
If they were? would be here instead?
Who's to know the outcome for sure
Only one fact she could not endure
Thoughts of her family are on my mind
Find the time show goodwill be kind
The roads are frozen, and snow piled high
most of the south, once again see this sight
cars slipping, and sliding, off the frozen roads
can't stay outside the temperature is so low
it came so suddenly, no time to prepare
stranded people in vehicles , everywhere
can't walk steady on the frozen roads
got to be careful if you must go
shelters opening, for the stranded, and cold
neighbors helping neighbors, their goodness shows
everything shutdown as the snow came in
the south caught it hard, once again
the last time I remember, seeing such a sight
was the winter of ninty-three, now that was a fright
unexpected, and not prepared, as this one came in
twenty- fourteen, did it again