Best Viloria Poems
If I was an animal
What would I be?
My defining traits
are sarcasm
musicality
bright colors
The only animal
that comes to mind
is a bird
a parrot
for it's talkativeness
a canary
for it's beautiful voice
a peacock
for it's extravagant feathering
but no animal know
is as fidgety
moody
strangely uncomfortable
among it's fellows
as I am
So I suppose
being a bird
is best
for whenever
I feel awkward
and out of place
the bird in me
can always fly free
~Marie Viloria~
11th place in the contest: If I was an animal, what would I be?
Categories:
viloria, animals, nature,
Form:
Free verse
I take a deep breath
and push open the door
to the PoetrySoup convention
I look around
at the tables of four
And sigh
because I'm not sure
I have three other friends
on PoetrySoup
or at least not yet
And I see my friends...
my real-life friends...
waving me over
and shouting my name
I run over to them
and instantly grab a chair
next to Kiki Murdock
who is looking fabulously depressing
in her usual black and red garb
Sofia Shteyngolts sits across from me
with an enormous smile and her arms out
just asking for a hug
I lean over the table to hug her
then sit back down
with a nervous smile
looking over
at the crowded tables and chairs
But we still have
one more chair
left to fill
So I look around
for somebody else
anybody else
And Kashinath Karmakar
pushes open the doors
to the convention
and pulls out the empty chair
sits down casually
with a smile and a handshake
I smile
and my friends
-new and old-
smile back.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
People at our table:
Marie Viloria
Kiki Murdock
Sofia Shteyngolts
Kashinath Karmakar (special thanks to this souper for volunteering to sit here with us)
Categories:
viloria, happinesssmile,
Form:
Free verse
Crawl out of bed
in the early morning
squint towards the window
Brilliant colors
shower down
orange
pink
red
Piercing to dark sky
changing it
to the dawn
of a new day.
As mom is driving home
later that evening
I look out of the car window
and see the sun
sinking below the tops of the trees
and this time
the colors are different
deeper reds
stronger oranges
and a faint, subtle hint
of a purplish indigo
I watch the trees
swallow the sun
and wonder
if tomorrow
will bring something new
~Marie Viloria~
7th place in Sunrise -- Verses -- Sunset
Categories:
viloria, nature
Form:
Free verse
I mutter a curse
under my breath
and I spread my
sticky paper-mache fingers
And I irritatedly look
over at Austin
sitting next to me
who purposely poured glue
on my hands
and is now laughing
hysterically
and I return the favor
although the teacher
caught me
this time
Then I flicked paint
onto his glasses
and he flicked some on my shirt
and I try to ignore
the strange boy sitting next to me
and I continue trying
to finish my paper-mache
end-of-year project
and then he paints my arm
and I paint his hair
and soon I am covered
in a thin layer
of blue paint and glue
and I think to myself...
Art class sucks.
~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: ANYTHING HANDMADE
Categories:
viloria, art
Form:
Free verse
Symbol of
everlasting love,
a rose
blooming
the bud opens
the red petals unfold
flourishing in the sunlight
dewdrops sparkling
on the grass
Plucked from the garden
doomed
to live
the life
of love
and death
The disappearing dewdrops
vanished
in the heat
Spring turned to summer
Summer turned to fall
And life from the rose
wilted
as your love
left me alone
The crimson flower
turning slowly to black
Collab With Marie Viloria
Categories:
viloria, hope, life, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
I remember years ago
My mother told me to clear out my room
in order to sell things away for a yard sale
I gave her old toys, books, clothes,
everything I could bear to part with left
But I pulled open my closet
and there on the floor in the corner
hidden among old clothes and shoes
I found my purple teddy bear
looking old and forlorn
I pulled it out thoughtfully
and the teenager that I was
almost thought to toss it away
but then I remembered
All the nights I slept with it
All the nights I had cried
The death of my grandfather
it had comforted me
The first breakup I ever had
it was the one there for me
The scary movies-
it sat through them with me
helping me when I had nightmares
It stayed with me every day, every night.
But I placed it on the pile anyway
yet when my mother took the things away
I saw its purple ear peeking out from the top
and right before the sale began
I pulled it away
ripping off the price tag
hugging it close
and I cried into it
just like I did
when I was a child
And now I keep it with me
close in my bed
knowing that when I wake up scared or hurt
it will always be there for me
~Marie Viloria~
3rd place in the contest: Yard Sale
Categories:
viloria, lossme, old, me, mother,
Form:
Free verse
You are always there for me.
Whether I’m sad, lonely,
Or just need someone to listen,
I know you won’t abandon me.
You’re not like the rest of them.
You’re my best friend.
No matter how old we’ll be,
how tall we’ll grow,
How many fights we have,
or when we die,
We’ll always be there for each other.
For Marie Viloria :]
Categories:
viloria, friendship, happiness, life
Form:
Free verse
I heard an angel
speak last night
and he said "write"
So I got up
out of bed
and began
to spin a tale
of those carved in stone
the beauty of it all
Looking down
upon the graves
their wings
entwined in ivy
Faithful and sad
flowers decorating
the white stone
A bird sings softly
behind it, sings
a haunting, beautiful melody
A tree arcs over the angel
dappling the marble
with shadowed leaves
And the swaying branches
send shafts of light
sparkling around her
And the angel herself
who faithfully sits
near the graves
Waiting, waiting
for the day the Lord
will return for her
The loneliness
echoed in her eyes
and her arms
stretched towards the heavens
With the delicate blooms
curling around her
the leaves overgrown
And then the bird behind her
flutters away
to sing again
another day
~Marie Viloria~
4th place in the contest: Angels In Cemeteries
Categories:
viloria, deathbird, bird,
Form:
Free verse
Fragments and crumbs of life,
all the little pieces
crushed in the bottom
of my memories
Why is it
that whenever I try
to remember
all of the important
little bits and pieces
flutter away from me
and I forget...
The fragments
all seem to
fly off into the sunset
And the whole memories
the strong ones, the stable ones
stay with me
and I watch the
butterflies of my life
flit off
the crumbs, the details
broken thoughts
all collect in the bottom of my brain
but when I dig them out
and let them free
I no longer
can tell what they are
or what they used to be
~Marie Viloria~
Written on: Wed. June 22, 2011
6th place in the contest: All The Little Pieces
Categories:
viloria, imagination
Form:
Free verse
I stand before the oracle
as the oracle sits before me
giving me a tiny clue unto my destiny
but her answer to my questions
is ambiguous and obscure
yet I wonder how I didn't see it there before
~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: Oracle
Categories:
viloria, confusion
Form:
Rhyme
Wishes.
Sometimes people wish
for things to benefit
themselves
which is all well and good,
I suppose
But what if you
wanted to wish
for something else
maybe for a friend
or for a friend you haven't
even met yet
But if I had just one wish
I'd wish
for the world to be a better place
not just for me
but for all of the people
out there fighting
Fighting for freedom
or maybe equality
I'd wish it on the people
caught in the crossfire
losing everything they have
for a war they never wanted
But I'd wish it
on the people I hate, too
Because everybody deserves
a chance
at seeing the world at peace
with clean air
and happy people
and at a universe
filled with love
~Marie Viloria~
9th place in the contest: If I Had One Wish, What Would It Be?
Categories:
viloria, happinessworld, people, people, universe,
Form:
Free verse
A woodland path
in the dappled sun,
hushed and quiet
I peer up
at the canopy
of swaying branches
childlike giggles
echoing through
the quiet forest
I run back to my mom
with a smile
and she holds me tight
So I walk in
the comforting embrace
of my mother
We walk together
through the trees
and the simple elegance
of the redwoods
The sparkling river
wet and cold
rushing slowly
over the rocks
We cross a bridge,
her and I
and we laugh
and I smile
and relax
into her arms
in the shafts of light
in the beauty of it all
In Nature's glow
And the earth reaches out
to me
and I lie back
with my mom
and together we bask
in the sunlight
of all this,
of home.
~Marie Viloria~
Date: Tuesday, June 7, 2011
5th place in the contest: A Woodland Path ~
Categories:
viloria, nature
Form:
Free verse
I am often bored by people
they are always in a hurry to be somewhere
rush, rush, rush
Shouldn't they stop for a bit?
People often talk too much
for my liking
Too many words
not enough listening
Sometimes the only quiet spot
I can find
is my room
with the solace of my cat
Away from the annoying bustle of the world
my own little alcove of peace.
The thing is, I am a person
And perhaps...
perhaps I should be bored with myself too.
~Marie Viloria~
Categories:
viloria, confusion, urban,
Form:
Free verse
Why do
I love myself?
Because I am
full of personality
overflowing to the brim
I love to write
and I love myself
for writing
Stories
Poems
Anything
Full of ideas
and I love
to draw, too
I doodle
all over
everything
I draw people
animals
places
I love to sing
My voice
is everything
Broadway music
Country songs
Cantering at church
I dance
by myself
in my room
I don't like
to dance
in front of others
(I'm not very good,
you see)
But in private
I do
all the time
I love to be
my own person
no stereotypical
ideas about me
I may not have
everything
I want
But I have all I need
I love myself
Why?
~Marie Viloria~
Written for the contest: Love Me Why?
Categories:
viloria, art, imagination, love,
Form:
Free verse
I have dipped my pen in the sublime,
it is my gift to you...
And as I write this tale
I hope your dreams come true
But the children today are confused
and you, my friend, may ignore
But then I guess
I shouldn't have given to you before
I gave my gift, it's just for you
And though this story I spin may be a bit alarming
once you read it through
I'm sure that you'll find it charming
The words may seem to trap you
in a flurry of imagery
and now that you've truly seen,
you'll look at the world very differently...
~Marie Viloria~
9th place in the contest: Writing In The Sublime ~
Categories:
viloria, on writing and wordsmay,
Form:
Rhyme