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Ann M Johnson Mar 2015
I  looked at a paper at my doctor's office and could not believe my eyes.
I submitted a poem awhile back for the Poets Corner and they did not even notify me that they were going to put it in print it was a poem I put on here awhile back called Love Through Out The Year. I was pleasantly surprised that they found it Newsworthy.
Ann M Johnson Mar 2015
True friends  like stray cats  keep coming back thank goodness
This is dedicated to all my friends here on H.P. near or far and family 2 I am so blessed to have all of you in my life! :>
  Mar 2015 Ann M Johnson
Madeline
“You are worth more than the marigolds”
I am assured by my loving mother as a child
I believe her because the beauty in everything flow’rs and flourishes
when you’re young
The world is yours to take, everyone is yours to meet, everything is yours to do;
and I believe her.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
My first friend at school proclaims,
and I believe them.
We’ve tackled ***** training and preschool, now onto the playground and phonics!
We run and run together, taking the world like we’ve
whispered once before;
and I believe them.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
The middle school test scores announce,
and I believe them.
Primary school is in the past and I’m ready for responsibility!
I put on makeup to feel pretty, care about my grades more than the teachers believe and flash my smile to the boys who spit “compliments” at my feet;
and I believe them.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
but.. I don’t believe them anymore.
I’ve gained just enough confidence to smile at everyone in the halls in case they are having a bad day.
Suddenly my youthful euphoric vision is graffitied with hateful words and violence.
I run and constantly chase the innocence of the world,
being surrounded by darkness.
My self esteem has hit an all time low. Why is the world this way?
My friends and I chase what we used to believe and end up in deep holes;
and I don’t believe them anymore.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
And it doesn’t matter.
I have lost all hope of finding that beauty.
My heart is an aching mess of “I love you”’s
But all I hear is “you are meaningless”
Slowly these phrases of deep hate sear into my soul
I hear them every day and every night
You are meaningless
You are not worthy
You could not possibly be good enough
Until I wake up one dismal morning to realize that I have been defined by the ones around me.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
..and enough!
Because even my friends who say I’m worth something turn around and sneer at others like they can’t too be loved.
Because while the world screams “I hate people” I whisper
“but I don’t”.
But that doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things
because we’ll find someone who loves us, right?
No.
Our words between just us mean nothing if we spin around and
spit in others’ faces.

And we know we hurt because we’ve been hurt but we don’t stop, none of us stop.

I dream of a world that screams a vulnerable
“I love you”
out into the world instead of a pulsing
“I hate you”
And a world that remembers that we are all worthy of love and not only the kind that makes you blush.

“You are worth more than the marigolds”
The phrase I’ve heard since I was in my mother’s gentle hold
can only mean so much when you think you’re crumpled.
Stashed away until you’re needed
always feeling so defeated
but the truth
not told enough
to our weakened souls
We are all worth more than the marigolds
Ann M Johnson Feb 2015
If someone tells you can not do something
Do it anyway if it is worthwhile doing
Don't limit yourself by the opinions of others
  If you fall down get back up
  If you fail once don't be afraid to try again
   Hold your head up and wear a confident smile
Achieving your dreams starts with the first step
If you believe in yourself your already a success
  Aim for the sky don't forget to fly
  when reaching for your dreams they are closer
  than they first appear to be
  Dream wide awake and inspire others
Ann M Johnson Feb 2015
My fingers feel thick while they are tapping
I feel trapped my mind seems blank as I stare at the screen
I feel immobilized and panicked and want to scream
My heart is racing
I feel like pacing
I feel like a shell of my normal self
I do my best to calm myself
The clock is ticking
I feel the urge to race against the clock
I should take a few deep breaths and slow down my body and mind
Instead I follow the fight and flight response and rush myself
I need to get a grip and find a way to overcome the
                    Test Anxiety
It is final's week for me, I would do so much better if I did not struggle with test anxiety. Anybody have any suggestions?
Ann M Johnson Feb 2015
You're gone from this world let remain inside my heart
This is dedicated to our departed loved ones, who are greatly missed and who are alive in a sense through our fond memories of them.
Ann M Johnson Feb 2015
Love is being thankful
Love is being grateful
Love is trusting
Love is kind
Love is expression of the heart and mind
Love is caring
Love wishes good things
When Love is true happiness it brings
Love is sharing it all with you
I dedicate this to all my family & friends near and far,  To All you Hello Poetry friends you have been so Awesome, I am truly grateful for You <3
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