Best Poems Written by Hannah Daugherty

Words

The world is
                                 abuzz with a  stag-
                              gering conglomeration
                             of words.  These words
                             are the bumblebees that 
                               have come to pollinate
                                the flowers, yet they
                                      are also the
                                         locusts
                                   that reek havoc
                           upon human lives. Words are
                          caterpillars inching over rough
                      tree          bark,    evoking      ideas
                        of        spring,   blossoming,      and
                       hope.     Words cascade upon       our
                      heads       during    lectures           like 
                    water-         falls  over   rock          ledges.
                       The         drops   of   words       caress
                       our        minds and  impercep-      tibly 
                    settle        upon     our     skin         like
                                   butterflies,   awaiting
                                  the    perfect    moment
                                  to   take   flight.   These
                                 often  invisible, artificially 
                               created con-      cepts dictate
                                  our lives.        Never for a
                                 second is          it possible
                                 to escape          their greedy
                                grasp, and         it   is   rare
                                  that   we          should  want
                                 to. Words         are our lives.
                                They   are         the   fabric
                               of our very         bones   that
                                 allow  us           to  stand  and 
                                walk   for-         ward.   Words
                           shape    who             we    are. 
                              I am words.          Words are me.

Copyright © Hannah Daugherty | Year Posted 2009