Talent of a poet
Gift from God - I know it
Can write almost anything
Almost makes me feel like a king!
So write and write and write
When others glean high as a kite!
There are so many things I must get done
But instead I procrastinate.
I further delay to write this poem;
Life’s priorities will just have to wait.
I don’t get paid to write my rhymes;
On the job I get paid for I can’t concentrate.
I’ve got plenty of tasks to take up my time,
But instead I procrastinate.
I’ve got a long list of domestic chores,
But instead I procrastinate;
My wife continues to add some more
To the Honey-Do list I really hate.
The more things that I have to do,
The more likely nothing gets done to date.
There may even be things I should do for you,
But instead I procrastinate.
'Till the day my ink well runs dry,
I will write what comes from my heart.
There will be one more tear to cry,
of which, my soul, is so much a part.
I will write what comes from my heart.
I found new life, in poetry,
of which my soul, is so much a part.
It brings with it tranquility.
I found new life, in poetry,
I will cling to it for all I'm worth.
It brings with it, tranquility.
My passion has been my rebirth.
I will cling to it for all I'm worth,
as my last spark of memory glows.
My passion has been my rebirth,
I will close my eyes, let it flow.
As my last spark of memory glows,
there will be one more tear to cry.
I will close my eyes, let it flow,
'till the day my ink well runs dry.
Inspired to write
With my pen in my hand
Thoughts through the night
And dreams in dreamland
When dreams come true
They can't compare
To feelings of being blue
Knowing someones out there
We all are lonely from time to time
And our thoughts are blocked and we just can't rhyme
When those thoughts come back
We can write and write
Sometimes they are feelings
That just feel right
I sit here writing and rhyming once more
And hope to write another that I can be sure
Will be remembered by others to read and compare
With thoughts that there is a life changing out there
Poetry isn’t always happy or sad, sometimes what seems
to be sad are just someone's feelings they are dealing
with that are so overwhelming that they don’t know
what know what to do with them.
So they put them on paper to get them out, to get a release
from the emotions that are overwhelming them.
Keeping them trapped within themselves barely able to
communicate on any level.
Putting them on paper is such a release and gives them
such peace and understanding.
It makes walking through the valleys so much easier
when they can write it out and make it sound
however they want, they are in control and they
can write their own story.
Poetry is such a Great Story Writer.
I'm far too busy can't you see
Too busy to write poetry
So please forgive this silly rhyme
I really do not have the time
To write an epic verse or three
I'm far too busy can't you see
So many things I have to do
And all by yesterday, it's true
Then as the day comes to a close
I collapse into a chair and doze
And if I dream more poetry
I'll place it here for you to see
Before this day comes to it's end
I'll give you some advice my friend
Use every moment that's the key
I'm far too busy can't you see?
Thanks for the inspiration - you know who you are :)
I write about the things that I see and what happens to me.
They say my head's up in space but that's 'cause I keep thinking about you.
I meet a few hot girls but it's like I'm hypnotized by your smile.
Crazy stuff's been happening in my neighborhood.
Robberies, fights, arguments, and more.
Is this why Kanye wears Jesus' necklace around his neck?
Like they all say, " Passion of Christ " needs a sequel.
I write lyrics 'cause the only way from my real life.
In a way you could say that writing takes me to a different place.
One were I do nothing except write, sleep, eat, and watch tv.
These lyrics are what I am.
Just read them all and find out who I am.
I write because,
In writing ,I can be Me,My thoughts and emotions will be set free.
I write because,
In writing, My Heart engraves its mark and My Soul carves its print,
My Spirit and Music mold ,flowing from within.
I write because,
I am a Poet,and till the day I die, a Poet I shall be, My ink shall not dry,
My Words shall not fade,and you will remember Me.
Charma
(Inspired by the great Karen O'leary's Blog)
Augen sehen,
Ich schribe in der Hause,
Ich trinke lieben,
Lieben sehen.
Ich scribe in der Hause,
Ich trinke lieben,
Lieben Sehen,
Augen Sehen.
In der Hause Ich schribe,
Augen Sehen,
Ich trinke Lieben,
Lieben sehen.
“My German Writing”
Eyes see,
I write in the house,
I drink love,
Love sees.
I write in the house,
I drink love,
Love sees,
Eyes see.
In the house, I write,
Eyes see,
I drink love,
Love sees.
If I could write about,
World Peace
I'd have to write about,
Ending War
If I could write about,
Love
I'd have to write about,
Ending Hate
If I could write about,
A Feast
I'd have to write about,
Ending Hunger
If I could write about,
Human Strength
I' have to write about,
Human Frailty
If I could write about,
Good
I'd have to write about,
Evil
If I could write about,
My Life
I'd have to write about,
Me
Will I ever be the one I want to be?
Will I ever be able to fly and be free?
Will I ever write the most beautiful song?
Will I ever feel like I belong?
Will I ever be able to mend my heart?
Will I ever feel like I am smart?
Will I ever think that I am pretty?
Will I ever stop living in self pity?
Will I ever be able to reach my dreams?
Will I ever be able to do what I believe?
Will I ever be able to write a best selling book?
Will I ever find the piece of my heart that he took?
Will I ever be able to win the never ending race?
Will I ever be able to see his smiling face?
Will I ever be able to stand up tall?
Will I ever get to have it all?
Will I ever?
Will I ever?
I am only thirteen yet ive experience many things out of my age.
I know what it feels like to be stabbed, or shunned.
Life is supposed to be full of joy, love, and laughter.
People write about happy things, for me its easier to write about the bad.
And sadly just a tad, I truly hate myself. Thanks Dad.
Mother does the best she can to make me feel as strong as a dam.
Lifes scary its harder to live then it is to die.
Sometimes reality and fantasy bleed and all i know is that i need a blade.
Rusted, trusty, sharp, small, anything to make these feelings dissapate.
People think I need help, maybe your right, dont get up tight.
My situation...is crappy, and unique, being a bisexual, bipolar, large girl...
Thats the hardest....No dont freak...leave my orientation alone.
I am only thirteen yet ive experienced many things out of my age.
It’s not my intention to judge, criticize, or offend
It works out for me to live in peace, and make amends.
To write poetry and express all the gifting within,
Enjoying everyone’s poetry and the messages they bring.
One may write on their achievements, another their hurt,
Expressing their anguish and what it takes its worth.
It’s good in a way to let it all out, venting your emotions
If you have to scream and shout.
All I can say and I’lm hope you’ll agree, don’t get me wrong
In the process you’ll see. My poetry reflects my situation
And the things I go through. Trust they’ll be a blessing
And a tower of strength to you.
As I sit here in the dark of night,
Street lights shining ever bright,
I write my heart out, with no contrite.
A peaceful moment I’ve been waiting for years,
For the first time, no hints of anger, no tears.
I write a song, estranged, with this moment of chance,
An Ode to my hometown,
To whom I never gave a glance.
I see with clarity, to finally think a second,
With no disturbances, constantly peccant.
Piano is my life, I play this song for God,
Everything he gave me, everything I shod.
I end this piece on a harmonic note,
I shall leave the past behind,
Grab life by the throat.