Aug 2017
She wanted nothing more but to fly
Beyond the ever-present evergreen trees,
But she was too afraid to try.
Still she swore that one day she'd buy
A plane ticket and go wherever she pleased.
She wanted nothing more but to fly
Amidst the cotton candy clouds in the sky
And visit lands with exotic cheese,
Alas she was too afraid to try.
This desire followed her into the night
For even in her dreams
She wanted nothing more but to fly.
In her mind she'd be gone by Fourth of July,
Dipping her toes in foreign seas.
Alas she was too afraid to try.
Perhaps her hopes weren't to be realized.
All she knew was that she needed to leave.
She wanted nothing more but to fly.
Alas she was too afraid to try.
Beyond the ever-present evergreen trees,
But she was too afraid to try.
Still she swore that one day she'd buy
A plane ticket and go wherever she pleased.
She wanted nothing more but to fly
Amidst the cotton candy clouds in the sky
And visit lands with exotic cheese,
Alas she was too afraid to try.
This desire followed her into the night
For even in her dreams
She wanted nothing more but to fly.
In her mind she'd be gone by Fourth of July,
Dipping her toes in foreign seas.
Alas she was too afraid to try.
Perhaps her hopes weren't to be realized.
All she knew was that she needed to leave.
She wanted nothing more but to fly.
Alas she was too afraid to try.
This is the first time I've posted in YEARS.
I've looked back on my old poetry on here and I have so many mixed feelings, tbh. I was SUCH an ANGSTY TEEN. I'm now 19. I've aged; I've grown; I've matured. Hopefully, so as my poetry.
This is a poem I wrote for my Introduction to Creative Writing class a few months back when we were studying 3 specific formats of poetry. For the assignment, I'd chosen to do a villanelle and this was the outcome (after revising it for the class's final project). I'm pretty proud of it!
I plan on sharing some more poems in the future. Let me know your thoughts on this one!
I've looked back on my old poetry on here and I have so many mixed feelings, tbh. I was SUCH an ANGSTY TEEN. I'm now 19. I've aged; I've grown; I've matured. Hopefully, so as my poetry.
This is a poem I wrote for my Introduction to Creative Writing class a few months back when we were studying 3 specific formats of poetry. For the assignment, I'd chosen to do a villanelle and this was the outcome (after revising it for the class's final project). I'm pretty proud of it!
I plan on sharing some more poems in the future. Let me know your thoughts on this one!
