dropping to the floor
is as loud
as a marching band
erupting through the door
@Copyright Kaitlyn Marie
The crowd cheers
The stands rumble
But the kids on the field stay silent and still
The flags have been set
The people in place
The drum major salutes
Adrelaline pumps through veins
The music starts
And everyone's left foot starts the move
The show runs smoothly
The crowd bursts into applause
I smile as each flag hits the ground on the right count
We march off
And the feeling stays
Marching band fun
This is from personal experience fyi and it's one of my very few non-depressing or life lesson related poems.
I find it ironic how
I'm able to create extravagant
Sentences that leave others speechless.
But when you're around
I'm the one that's at a loss for words.
When the rain comes down,
it's okay to cry
But stay firm--hold your ground
I'll be there to clear your skies
I'm always around;
can you feel it in your heart?
If clear skies go black,
know I'll get you through the storm
Just don't look back,
and be strong
Soon, you shall bask
beneath our stars before long
When the wind is a wisp
at your back;
if it should send a crisp
chill down your spine,
that's just me... as I wish
for you to find you way to me
If you lose sight of the moon,
let Orion lead the way
Follow the light,
and don't you stray
We wil find our wings,
then each other, one day
your writes to be
that they have not been
missed•with every view
and every like•your popu-
larity does spike•somewhat
places your art on the poetry
map•between major players,
you close the gap•constantly
checking to see who's been
reading•you're always deli-
ghted to see the 'yellow
for those who
secretly hope not only for your words to be
reaching far and wide, but also... trending•
* the above does not apply to everyone here.
Do you ever feel anxiety?
Do you ever feel ashamed?
Do you ever feel the thoughts you have are sometimes quite deranged?
Are you all okay with everything that flows around your mind?
The words that come alive through you do they seem quite unkind?
Or do you err with caution and try not to upset
The ones who read the words you write and so your work you'll vet!
Sometimes they might need steering towards the point you make.
Sometimes you want to frighten them, or make their poor hearts break!
Your genre points the way for you and you try to make them see.
The message that you write about within your poetry.
Some point out the choices that we aim for in this life,
Whilst others try to show the world in all its weary strife.
The rights and wrongs of lovers, governments and greed.
Whilst others write about the things we all need to succeed.
But whether you script horrors tales or tell of someones plight.
The most important thing you do my dear friend is write!
I was drunk off love,
but now I'm hungover.
Your kiss was the last shot I had,
before I threw up my words,
regretting them now that I'm sober...
The hangover cure,
is grab another beer,
and find a nice young lass.
This cures the pain,
but not the problem,
as I drink this love like a drain.
Violins sing of purest flame,
alluring harmonies warm the air
Heart beat crescendos keep time
as ember’d flutes whisper beauty
and misty cellos lull wondrous dreams
on the aria of our love
Treble clef desires
curve softly upon your tender heart
while clarinets breathe amorous
melodies of soothing affection,
caress our every silent sigh
Forever playing an eternal
symphony of fire,
in ever lasting
Inspired by a conversation with an angel who has completely touched my heart