Poetry Wheel Challenge:
Theme: Coming of Age
Emotion: Wonder
Color: Black
Season: Spring
Form: Free Verse
Object: Currency
Verb: Break
Created using the PoetrySoup Poetry Wheel.
A penny for my thoughts
would not have bought very much
when I was coming of age... years ago.
I looked at the world with wide-eyed wonder,
not able to see further into the future
than enjoying high school life with friends.
But every bubble bursts, and dreams break hearts
when the innocence of our youth Spring
suddenly turns black and seems to ruin everything.
The waves caress your hair with a light veil of foam.
Then the outline of your body appears, beautiful fairy of the oceans.
A breath of wind brushes your skin, the gentle touch of a feather.
In your eyes the sun lays changing reflections of Love.
I sense your steps along this beach. My throat tightens.
The seasons of the heart have a thousand colors meant only for you.
I see your face dancing, it cradles my soul and I hope.
Softness cements feelings — I think of it, I believe in it.
You, little magical firefly, shooting star of destiny,
Your words brought me finely-cut diamonds.
From that tender case, your smile opens a tomorrow for me.
I have fastened my wings to the blue of your sky — Friendship.
A breath of sensitivity fills me, a moment of dream, a gift.
Thanks to you, the days are brighter. Life rises within me.
Tender fairy, I will carry forever these beautiful moments.
When the ocean bathes my steps, a thought will be just for you.
Joël Charvillat
I stand here disconnected
from my stressful life,
listening in silence
to chapped leaves whistling.
Reflecting on this
solitary moment,
a time when my soul needs
to recharge.
Before raindrops
distract my thoughts,
and i compose myself once more.
Watching God answer your needs
as i too have felt his presence.
HOW AMAZING WOULD IT BE TO FALL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER THAT SEEMS TO ONLY EXISTS IN MOVIES ??
I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT"
"I AM THE PERSON I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR MY WHOLE LIFE."
I KNOW IT SUCKS NOT HAVING A SOULMATE, BUT
KNOW YOU ARE STILL "GREAT" ??
Let me clarify my thoughts:
We love each other, yet I am completely confused.
I had locked my heart away and sealed off my desires.
My bank account keeps growing,
while a sense of peace surrounds me.
I’ve been smiling every day, never feeling the need to cry out to God for
protection because I knew He had been guiding me all along.
Then, suddenly, something shifted.
I started craving youthful and vibrant energy.
What is wrong with me?
There is a word for a woman like me,
I am a cougar, hiding behind the AI filters,
What is wrong with me?
I would love to deeply kiss the Dark Horse
Without feeling guilty,
Memories linger; they can stir emotions,
And rekindling a youthful spirit shouldn’t frighten me.
However, somehow it does,
. Society often overlooks my value.
I embrace my identity,
I am proud of my heritage.
My free spirit is my treasure.
My thoughts brighter than before thanks to coffee
In one hour of calm my thoughts gather
When in my waking hour
I see my thoughts before me
planning for the future
I follow like a lost puppy
hoping not to be led astray
It takes a while,
time gets trapped behind closed doors,
mice need to be nudged into awareness,
whiskers electrified.
A sleeper adjusts its mouth,
for often lips arrive
behind a scream.
The brain is now ready for its screenshot.
The body stretches to a window,
neuronal mice
pull upon somatic ligaments,
yank upon slabs of connective tissue,
slowly reshaping a new reality.
Unfortunately,
you are not exactly transferable,
you can’t get on the same hamster wheel.
A new you must be rehabilitated,
the world also must be trained
to accommodate this au currant -
this avant garde prototype
of an old guy.
I spent seventy dollars at the doctor’s last year
why I went is amazingly clear
she will not renew my pills unless I show
I don’t waste time on every ache or woe
gravity is weak
or at least it weakens when it comes to me (I think)
I would anticipate my body being in some sort of free fall
but yet here I am completed grounded
it's a little disappointing
but here I am
at the sight of his porcelain skin, cold
trying to navigate through a crowd of complete strangers
to feel this lifeless body
Like candy bars melting.
Or me making projects out of sand.
Nothing.
It’s mental health sometimes.
But sometimes it’s just shattering.
In my cocoon shattering.
The sounds of the garbage truck.
Just pass by early.
You would think it would all be gone.
But the blood in my brain flows freely.
Like jelly beans scattered and I need to count them all.
And the shadows become their own beings.
So count shadows too.
Then shadows turn to drizzling, incoherent shadows.
Nothing.
Just shivering because there’s nothing there!
Scoop it all up.
My work is a pile of sand the used to be something, something.
Spill coffee on my desk.
Nothing-growls, and garden gnomes laugh.
If my brain was a bowl.
It would be filled.
Somehow.
My brain is filled with grime and crystals.
Alone with my thoughts
I discover who I am
exploring heretofore hidden
chambers of a neglected soul
Alone traversing the ocean’s shore
I debate the shifting tides of life
Vicissitudes too subtle to detect, trapped
in the traumas of family life
Alone at holiday time
grateful for a reprieve
from endless sniping sessions
I take the pulse of the season, and find myself!!
Alone, preparing to die
Miserable wretch, I
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