KM - Hello Poetry

KM May 2013

My hair is dull, my skin is pale.
The love in my eyes
Has gone all to hell.
My body is scarred, the insides a mess.
Exhausted and destroyed,
But what comes next?
A story of love, what an odd quirky dream.
The world is just falling
Steeper and deeper it seems.
A light gives you hope, just cling to the air.
You must learn to be a brothers loving keeper.
I do not know how
Or why
Or where
But humans should love, not enjoy watching each other die.
Let joy fill your heart and lift your smile to the sky.

A poem I wrote last year for my creative writing class.

KM Apr 2013

When In Rome

I’m surrounded by these people
Whose language I do not speak,
All of the sounds often make me weak,
A word I know, makes my nose crinkle.

Grey skies quite often sprinkle,
The apartment does have its leaks,
Wet furniture, oh but it reeks.
Finding my comfort, at the house with a steeple.

Praying, singing, dancing and love,
Your glory shines down on us from above.
We sing and praise your so Holy name,

Did you hear them ask me to play a game?
This foreign world, feeling like home,
You know what they say, “When in Rome!”

If anyone ever tells you being a tck is easy peasy they are LYING. LIAR. YOU ARE LYING.

KM Apr 2013

When In Rome

I’m surrounded by these people
Whose language I do not speak,
All of the sounds often make me weak,
A word I know, makes my nose crinkle.

Grey skies quite often sprinkle,
The apartment does have its leaks,
Wet furniture, oh but it reeks.
Finding my comfort, at the house with a steeple.

Praying, singing, dancing and love,
Your glory shines down on us from above.
We sing and praise your so Holy name,

Did you hear them ask me to play a game?
This foreign world, feeling like home,
You know what they say, “When in Rome!”

KM Apr 2013

I Will, While I'm With You

I will taste the sunshine
While I'm with you
It'll eat us up
And make us new.

I will yell to the thunder
While I'm with you
Hold me close
So I know it's true.

I will dance with the trees
While I'm with you
And when we're old
We'll see we grew.

I will climb mountains
While I'm with you
We can reach the top
The most beautiful view.

I will swim the ocean
While I'm with you
We won't have much
But we'll make-do.

I will become transparent
While I'm with you
Inside and out
You'll see me through.

I will be myself
While I'm with you
We won't be perfect
And we'll argue.

I will grow old
While I'm with you
We'll travel the world
If you want, us two.

Something a fellow poet wrote inspired this, vaguely. It was a trail of thoughts spun off a couple words I briefly read. 2/25/13

KM Apr 2013

Poets

Slow down, take a breath,
You don't have to push the words out religiously.
Each poem you write,
Is a delicate enchantment of your heart and soul.
Treat them with care.
Be gentle, be harsh, let your words flow out of you.
But never force.
Forced words end in corrupt ideals and rocky reading.
Slow down, take a breath,
You don't have to push the word out religiously.

4/25/13
Just a thought.

KM Apr 2013

My Dear Girl

And this is for a young woman
Whom I love more than most.
Who shows kindness to all,
Even the ones who boast.

She's patient and loving,
And quiet and sweet.
She's a flower so beautiful,
Her red petals so neat.

Humble and forgiving,
She won't hate her foe.
She's strong within Christ,
And she conquers sorrow.

For now I shall stop,
Though I could go on for days.
I can see it already,
She'll blush at this praise.

4/25/13
Yes, babe, this is about you.

KM Apr 2013

Daisy

In the middle of the forest,
There is a little sun,
Like a dream of every florist,
It’s shine, the night begun.

Hidden in the glowing walls,
Of moon lit petals,
A young star at her night fall,
Within, the heart settles.

A bee who finds sweet pollen,
Hiding with the evening star,
On the emerald ion,
Gazing at the earth’s quasar.

Wrote this with a friend of mine about a year ago.