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Just Stating the Obvious Poetry Contest

The north wind’s speeds
Will burn you cold, 
They’ll numb your hands and feet. 

It barks and bites,
It hits and screams,
But we must still survive. 

My world will shake
And flood and freeze,
But make you no mistake,

I won’t yet cease.
It’s not my time.
I don’t need that release. 

The sky is plum,
It’s finally dawn
The sun is coming up.

Encased in awe,
I see what’s sprung;
The spring has come along. 

The moon still shines
When daylight comes,
It doesn’t go to hide. . .

So I won’t run, 
I will keep on.
Just like everything does.

April 24, 2021
Just Stating the Obvious Poetry Contest

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Skin

Look in the mirror and I see
Someone who doesn’t look like me.
It’s skin is tight and there’s too much,
It has some parts that I don’t want.

When people look at me they say
They  see (him/her)
I say okay. 
They see my mom, my dad, my aunt,
But they don’t see me how I want.

Avoid mirrors, don’t look at them,
(Every day since who-knows-when.)
My nails are sharp, not sharp enough,
The knife leaves lines 
and cracks and cuts.

They let me see what’s underneath.
A different name, a different me.
A different person, all their own.
Not him or her, someone whose grown.
Someone who knows just who they are,
Someone who doesn’t need the scars.

I’ll leave them underneath for now,
A secret I’ll keep to myself.
And maybe just a friend or two,
Until I finally tell a few.
And maybe then my family’s next,
From them don’t know what to expect.
I hope  they’ll look at me and say
They still just see me, anyway.
And call me he or they or them
And use the name that fits my skin
And help me fix some other stuff
So people see me how I want.

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Trek

mountain’s deadly but
i didn’t come this far to
only come this far.

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Modern Day Icarus

Ladies and good men,
And those in between,
I have a short tale,
Let me paint a scene. 

Someone saw a girl
And began to fall,
Like Icarus loved
The sun with exalt.

At first she thought she’d
Just like to be friends,
But then she realised
This was more intense.

She told two others 
these feelings she felt
Two friends, she thought safe.
(Her wings will soon melt.)

She flew toward the sun,
Feeling like a king,
Her secret was safe,
Or so you would think.

One friend told one more,
the secret she knew,
They  were  not loyal,
Not honest, not true.

The girl found them out
And swore her revenge,
But when she got it,
People  called  “Villain!”

She was stole away,
Put in quarantine.
Her wings were now gone,
She started drowning.

Her head was under,
She stopped swimming up,
The girl she once prized
Pulled her from the flood

They became best friends,
Her crush faded out,
Held each other up,
Refused to just drown.

They swam to the top
And she wrote a poem
In lines of 5 sounds,
Made of truths her own.

She can’t tell others
How to tell their tale.
If she’s the villain
That’s their truth, oh well.

But she knows her own,
And that’s all she needs,
She’ll learn from her fault
And make some new wings.

Her new friends won’t melt
Her wings or her pride,
They’ll make her happy,
And they’ll let her fly.

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Last Times

There will be a last time
For everything you do.
For every time you do it
With everyone you do.

There will be a last time
For playing games with friends,
And trash talking every time,
And bluffing ‘till you win.

There will be a last time
For all the high fives,
And all the late nights,
And all the good times.

There will be a last time
For all of the times that 
You wish time 
Wouldn’t move.

There will be a last time 
For having fights with friends,
And crying through the night
Because you just want to be dead.

There will be a last time
For making dumb mistakes,
And saying something stupid 
To someone that you hate.

There will be a last time 
For all of the times that
You wish time
Would skip through.

There will be a last time
For everything you do
For every time you do it
With everyone you do.



*author's note*
Thanks for stopping by! I'm new to writing poetry and would love to get better, so if you have any constructive criticism I would be glad to hear it.

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Springtime

Spring has sprung!
It's finally come!
The flowers bloom,
I feel the sun.

The bears have cubs,
Squirrels have  their kits.
The deer have fawn,
Birds hatch their chicks.

The air smells of
pollen and rain.
The cherry trees
blossom again.

The bunnies hop,
The cows will moo
I'd like to spend
This spring with you!

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Ghostwriter

Dear, you.
I apologize if I scared you.
It must be pretty nuts
to see a pen write
without a hand to move it.

You can’t see me,
but I ‘m here.
Well, we’re here.
We’ve been here since you were just a kid.
You were scared of us then,
maybe you still are.
But you should know,
we mean no harm.

We’re really not supposed to
communicate with you.
Our job is to make grunts and moans,
creak floorboards,
you know, the usual.
But you haven’t been yourself lately.
We’re worried.

The monsters under your bed are soaking wet
from all the tears you cry.
They don’t mind the water, though.
They just want you to feel alright.

The demons in your closet
want you to know
they aren’t the same as the ones in your head.
Everyone around the office
hates those guys.

The phantom behind you
watches you type messages
that you don’t send.
He says you shouldn’t be paranoid.
Please don’t ghost your friends.

I’ve seen the pills you keep around,
just in case you need a way out.
I tried to knock them into the trash,
But I broke your lamp instead.
I’m sorry.

We used to watch you paint,
and draw,
and play guitar,
but now all you do is lay under pillows,
eyes closed,
awake.

We want to tell you
we’ll always be here.
We’ll always be under your bed,
in your closet,
around your room.
We’ll always be here.
You are not alone.

Sincerely,
The Things That Go Bump In The Night

*author's note*
Thank you for reading! I'm new to writing poetry, so if you have any constructive criticism that could help me improve it would be greatly appriciated!

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Inspiration

you inspire me.

you make me want to be 
Audacious and
Beauteous and
Creative and
Distinctive and
Equable and
Forgiving and
Gentle and
Heroic and
Interesting and
Jocular and
Kind and
Loving and
Magical and
Non-judgemental and
Open-minded and
Patient and
Quemeful and
Rebellious and
Self-reliant and
Tender and
Unique and
Valiant and
Whimsical and
Xenial and 
Youthful and 
Zealous. 

you inspire me. 
you make me want to be
nothing like you.




4.22.2021

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Cosmic Eudaemonia

While in a field the other night, 
I looked up at the midnight sky. 
The stars were like a symphony, 
An orchestra in their own right.

The stars in perfect harmony
Performed a concert, just for me.
The moon began it’s slow descend
Just as the astral music peaked.

I wish I could go back again,
To that wonderful halcyon,
But when I look up from the roof
My eyes are filled with murkiness.

Still, on that fateful night of blue,
I saw a special star that flew
And on that star I made a wish,
I wished that you would see one too.


*author's note*
Thanks for reading! I'm new to writing poetry, so any constructive criticism you have to help me improve would be a big help!