AnnaMarie Jenema: Favorites

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

(Un)Alone

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

ryn

Tonight I flicker dimmer than most
I'm alone with everyone here
Stabbing their plates and proposing their toasts

Tonight I feel my wings but they're in cuffs
I'm alone with everyone here
Speaking their words, laughing their laughs

Tonight I bear the arrows of discreet little leers
I'm alone with everyone here
Silently goading me with their mocks and jeers

Tonight I hear whispers muttered inaudible
I'm alone with everyone here
Inconspicuous fingers pointed under tables

Tonight I write but my ink weighs heavy
I'm alone with everyone here
They pile on my thoughts, usurping the calm...
Inciting a mind full of anarchy

#hellopoetry107 #unalone

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Blanket

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

ryn

Blanket

Images extracted from
the tapestry of my dreams.
Sewn intricate...
Into a patchwork.

A quilt,
embroidered with lavish sequins and ornate beads.
Bringing forth fantastical motifs...
A dazzling display
upon the backdrop of my dreamscape.

Yet...
This mosaic of dreams
does not warm me so.
It never lasts.

They fall away like autumn leaves
come the dawning sun.
They get washed out and pulled into the tide,
as the waves beat upon the shore of wakefulness.
They fade into fragmented memories
that make no sense...
Incoherent and disjointed.

Eventually, they disappear...
For they do not belong
in a world of worldly things
and ticking clocks.
Their intangible and mismatched nature
render them inconsequential...
Naturally...
They get misplaced.

But I am stubborn.

I will fashion such a blanket.
One that skirts the boundary
of this realm and the other.

I will tailor it so...

So that...
I will sleep tonight,
swaddled tight and cocooned within its
glorious seams.
Tucked within the safety and warmth of
this blanket...
Woven immaculate...
Out of
worldly things and breathtaking dreams.

#blanket #hellopoetry107

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Painter

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

ryn

Painter

The crescent moon be my perch.
        A bough from which I extend my arm.
Careful fingers grasp my brush...
And with it I shall fill the void
with the universe.

               The crescent moon be my hammock.
Upon which I lean fully into,
to seek restful recluse.
Should my body start to buckle...
        From the heavy hopes of wistful eyes.

   The crescent moon be my anchor.
From which I draw
my inspiration and strength.
                   She would cradle and sway me gentle...
      When wilting hearts spill unto me
the callous wiles of the world.

The crescent moon be my well.
A fount through which my palette
remains full with an
abundant array of silvery white.

Just so...
I could conjure for others,
       what their hearts so desire.

Just so...
I could grant them
             needed solace and tranquillity.

Just so...
                          I could infinitely paint for them
the stars...

#painter #hellopoetry107

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Nightfall

Oct 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

ryn

Nightfall

Weak is the light
dancing upon the thread...
That makes the horizon.

Lacklustre is the moon
that rose up proud...
But failed to inflate whole.

Dim are the stars.
Twinkling feeble
that seem further than far.

Dark is this night
soundless and still...
And black as coal.

#night #hellopoetry107

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Almost

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Pinky Quinones

Almost

For all the saddest words of tongue and pen,
the saddest is almost.

She almost left her agony of defeat.
She almost broke her walls.
She almost laid down her cards.
She almost found home.
She almost said yes.
They were almost there.

Tonight, she's almost sober.
The moon; the unparralleled witness
of what could have been a radiant tale of amour.
But like almost lovers,
he will forget the color of her eyes
and she will forget his.

short poem

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

When The Time Is Right

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Dhaye Margaux

When The Time Is Right

You might fail a thousand times
But you can always stand and walk
Move on from things that made you cry
From those that block and mock

You are young and carefree, I know
You sing and dance, you play your game
I see your smile, I hear you laugh
Do not lose your hope and flame

Today might not be your time, my dear
But just move on, hold on to fight
Always keep the light to get your prize
Somehow, someday when the time is right

For my son...I love you. I am always here to support you.

#son #hope #fight #light

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

We Are

Sep 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Angela Moreno

We Are

Does it so much matter
Who we are
As it matters that we are.
That we are at all,
Anything at all??
For I am content,
With a blind existence,
As long as I can see you
Existing along side me.
In darkness I know
Not what we are,
But I feel you breathe beside me,
And that alone fills me up.

May 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

I Plagiarized this Poem

May 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

DaSH the Hopeful

I Plagiarized this Poem

As talent drained from every inch of my mind
I found reading other's work only made me jealous
                   I started to feel unpopular
          Not enough ideas left to create anything at all. Not a single drop of inspiration.

      As all of theses emotions and realizations mixed together

I became okay with copying your work.

       I can imagine you slaving in the dark
Racking your brain to find the perfect words to finish the last line

       Lucky for me I have it all right here, completed and ready to post
     Finished and polished and prepackaged with a message I didn't think of but everyone will commend me for.

    *I hope you enjoy it.

Not actually plagiarized. Just tired of seeing others plagiarize on here.

#love #heartbreak #poetry #hate #i #poems #me #creative #hp #plagiarism

May 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Passing Souls

May 2016 AnnaMarie Jenema

Ronald J Chapman

Passing Souls

On our paths that are given to us by Fate,
As our Souls move through time eagerly,

No one looks at each other anymore,
Living in our worlds,
Souls simply drifting away,

Looked up for a moment,

Saw her passing,
Walking away,
Covered in a white dress,

Walking towards forever,
Still a stranger,
She's leaving,

Each step she takes,
Leaves me with heartache,

Where are you going?
Come back to me again.

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

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#love #first #crush #stranger #soulmates