I Am Poems | Examples of I Am Poetry

believe in yourself invest time in your future confidence rules give yourself a break forgive yourself many times be your own best friend...

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Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I have no disease, from which to fear. Nor, do I live to be a winning poet! I am just average, and I do know it. A family outstanding, fills my heart with joy. A grandchild, off with honors, to University! A Varsity-lettered, humbled, grown boy! Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am! I outlived a...

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Imagine this An empty chair And opposite Another there You choose to sit You have a choice No movement. No whisper. Just silent voice You wait a while You close your eyes To calm the spinning.. Break bonds. Break ties Pretty soon You're feeling seen Such clarity Not like a dream Sat in the dark Creative light Invades your soul Joyful and bright The shadows Are no longer there No doubt or shame Just love and care Everything...

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dazzling frothy dolphin dives in dual dynamic with daughter I marvel at their beauty, and their diving prowess They astound, astonish, delight and disarm me I feel one with them, a kindred dolphin...

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She doesn't speak, she just observes feeling all the hidden curves every laugh and every tear holding close what's far and near in the noise, she's calm and still quiet heart, but strong will things that burn inside her chest never spoken, never stressed she's the calm beneath the storm different, soft, a secret form the loudest voice you'll never see the quiet one, who...

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CHERRY WAVES HEARTS I CRAVE lust is a battle don't see me waver lust is a savor savoryyyy honey, ur so sweet my delectable treattt coming home with me? no? okkk I never thought it could be this way But now my honey's left me astray She never thought to stay My darling girl has ran away Her name was Vanessa Golden hair to her toes Vanessa, my queen I never gave you...

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what seems to be happening is unknown appearing as known~ the appearances are apparently not satisfying pushing searches for what is already unknown ...

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When I am inside of you—what do I feel The hush of stars pressed close and still? Do rivers stir beneath your skin, And whisper songs I hold within? Does moonlight enter through your chest, And braid your breath with aching rest? Do trembling trees with scented air Fall quiet in your midnight care? Do all the roses bloom too soon, And blush beneath...

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kings hierarchies are the stuff of stories of history of the stage featuring the impossible splitting of simply nothing...

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I am not a rat I have never been a rat I will never be a rat A rat is a rat I am an opossum A good animal to have around I eat menacing pests Never catching those nasty diseases So, if you see me just say ‘hi’ And if you can just let me walk on by I just hope that you remember I...

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I AM THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK On the course of life's highway; I am walking to mine horizon; In the witness I am smart; I'm a walking to mine horizon; I am the light, within the dark; I am the heat, in the fire spark; When noon nest loses in light; Standing on the curb In the witness I am smart; I...

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You looked at me with mirrors in your eyes, Fractured by fear of what you could not be— A quiet heart, a soul that never lies, A hand that gathers stars from sorrow’s sea. You saw in me the things you cast aside, The gentleness you buried deep in stone, A voice that sang while yours grew small with pride, A love...

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we are the all let bliss squalls rise God calls; listen...

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they said it was the sun, but it was her eyes— blue like drowning, and I looked. I didn’t whistle, I didn’t speak, just looked. they dragged me out like a busted dog from a hot porch, shouting things even the devil would blush at. the rope was older than the tree, and the hate older than that. tell her I forgive her— but never them. ...

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they built a ballpark over my bones, laid asphalt like a priest's last lie— no headstone, no name, just beer guts and baseball caps spilling nacho cheese where I once bled. I was twenty-three, shot twice in the alley behind Leroy’s Bar, the paper called me “suspected.” that was all they needed. the morgue forgot me, the state ignored me, and my mother— she wept until the flies outnumbered her...

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