You should write a poem...
About the things you always do,
About waking up and tying your shoe
About your classes at school galore
About not wanted to do your chores
About not really knowing if you’re good enough,
About being weak and acting tough
About that joke you just said,
About that conversation inside your head.
About your cat
About that hat
About this, about that...
Yeah, you should write a poem about that.
Shoutout to all the people in my life who I sincerely love who constantly suggest poem ideas... Which I never take.
I kinda really don’t want to be,
But probably maybe should be,
Slightly considering possibly,
Going to work out in the gym.
I know I actually ought to be,
But sincerely don’t think should be,
Contemplating eventually thinking about,
Reading that book on my shelf.
I just don’t want to think to be,
Partially doubting I could be,
Theoretically almost clumsily,
Trying to somehow be myself.
Everyone has something they almost kinda don’t really somehow eventually might want to sometimes possibly do.
I’m going to bed,
Yes, I’m going to bed.
I’m putting down my phone,
I’m putting down my head.
I’m going to sleep,
I’m going to bed.
No I won’t stay up longer,
I’m thinking ahead.
Enough is enough,
I’m just going to bed.
I’ll see you tomorrow,
We can hang out then instead.
Good day tomorrow too.
So I’m going to bed, sleeping,
And awaking refreshed and anew.
I feel you whisper inside my ear
Materializing your words inside my head
Words I will never hear,
Words you will have never said.
I feel you whisper inside my ear
Giving me encouragement and love
I take it to heart and hold it dear
Your precious words from above.
I feel you whisper in my ear
And I solemnly say goodbye
I go for a hug but you’re not here
You’re somewhere in that big blue sky.
I was thinking in the shower about how people paint elaborate pictures with poetry. I don’t really do that. I usually try to use simple language, rhyme, and alliteration while almost talking about something on my mind.
I wanted to give elaborate pictures a shot with simple language (no similes, no metaphors, no fancy words) and see if it could work.
I also wanted to walk the line of mystery in poetry and test my balance. Enjoy, and leave a comment! (I like talking to people)
My left pinky toe is a little long,
Right right bicep is too strong.
My nails grow a little short,
My hair grows too long.
My inside voice is a little high,
My outside voice very shy.
I have an uneven brow,
My smile is a little wry.
My arm won’t bend 90°
My legs give out before I sneeze.
Life doesn’t seem perfectly alright,
But that’s all normal, right?
Yesterday it rained.
And as I left work I waited by the door,
If I wait, god might stop the rain.
A pause for a second might stop the snow.
Despite their brown color, with some water, the leaves may grow.
We could sleep a little longer till the end of the day.
If we cry just enough we might get our way.
If we push off the party the sun might come out.
If we pray extra hard the flowers could sprout.
And if we wait by this tree,
Just sit, you and me,
The world, might too, sort itself out.
Here is a lovely little poem I wrote for my creative writing class --and for Shel Silverstein
When I grow up I’m going to be younger,
sillier, more adventurous, and free.
I’m going to say what I like, do what I please,
and in general, just be happy.
I won’t care what salary I make;
six-figure, five-figure, or none.
I could be doorless and friendless,
and still manage to be happy and have fun.
If I make mistakes, I will have made mistakes.
Mistakes are just bound to come.
All I can do is learn and become better,
smile, and not forget to have fun.
I’ll work; we all work.
But man, I'll make sure to have fun.
I could pick up trash or flip burgers
while smiling and still getting the job done.
When I grow up I’m going to be happy.
Equally, if not happier than now.
I’ll make sure to have fun and get things done,
and at the end of it all take a bow.