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May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

Poetic T

I was different from the others,
Once I lived in a shell,
It was ok most of the time,
Till the thunder
It rumbled, then,
"PHEW"
It seeped in to the shell,
I learnt to hold my breath,
Then I stretched and
Crack,
Creak,
"WOW"
That first steps a big one!!!
I'll take the back door thank you,
As I waddle upon twigs and sticks,
"Mamma"
"Mamma"
"WOW"
What floor is this,

"Little one of feather and beak"
"You are twenty feet up"
"Any lower and we are cat feed"

Gulp as I looked over the edge down below.

"Now you were safe within your little shell"
"This is the wide world"
"Full of wonder but danger as well"

What are these things that hang from me mum,

"They are feather my little one"
"With these you will feel the wind beneath your feet"

Can I fly right now?

"No little one"
"You must learn to walk"
"Before air glides beneath feet"

Mother looked on with proud eyes as her little one
With small claws did try fumbled, fell,
But always got up.
Time passed a day or two, feathers dry
And feet were working too,

"Now little one are you ready to be free"
"To soar upon the winds up their"

"What mama"
"You want me to do what"

But I don't like heights,
I never go near the edge of the nest,
Like my bro and sister who have already taken flight.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

"I want to mamma"

"I believe in you son"

So with pride in heart and my mothers
Words in my mind,
I looked at the edge of twigs and leaves
I stepped forward, then back
Then remembered mama's words.

"You must first conquer your fear"
"Let your heart breath free"

And with that moment in mind,
I stepped,
Feathers out proudly as feet met air
And I opened my eyes
I was free.........
I was one with the wind and clouds
I had conquered my fears as mamma said.

"Soar high my little feather"
"You have made a mamma proud"

I heard her voice and tweeted with happiness
The ground was my fear, but the air was my freedom.

We must overcome our fears to fly free

#fear #air #ground #overcoming #kids-storie #first-step

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

Flirting

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

DieingEmbers

Flirting

I saw the letters

that you tried to hide from me

infact... We all did.

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

I Am No Poet, Only Poetic

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

JK Cabresos

I Am No Poet, Only Poetic

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never kiss the moon
in the evening twilight;
nor a man with a heart of roses,
to exude the fragrance of his love.

I am no poet, who can pen
profound mysteries about the past,
nor a man of beautiful promises
to be kept safe until the world is dust.

I am no poet, only poetic
who could never touch the souls
of every woman’s dreams;
nor a man with arms of a gladiator,
to protect her forever
from the shadows of her grief.

And as the sun sets in the horizon
from another blemished morning end,
resembles tears of thine eyes;
for my love for you, my majesty,
will never be enthroned
into your kingdom,
like when I am with you,
like I am to you,
my tongue speaks,
I am no poet, only poetic.

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

A story to tell

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

Francisco DH

A story to tell

Every Poet has some story to tell.
every word that flows from their pens and onto paper is a piece of them they are willing to share
every Curve of a letter, every break between words tells you something you may have never known
every poet has some story to tell.

When the poem doesn't make sense
Grab some gloves and a mask and begin dissecting each stanza.
Each letter that hugs closely to each other break them apart
make sure to peer inside what's between them
Because every poet has a story to Tell

A poet can tell you about  butterflies begin kissed by the sun but the sun, being selfish, doesn't leave a trace of saliva.
A poet can tell of love lost and about love ones tearing into their soul, shredding them like some paper shredder.
A poet can tell of you anything they want with just whatever they have be it a napkin or computer
A poet can't help but to tell parts of their story even if the poem only makes sense to them
Every poet has a Story to tell.
That's just how they are.

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

why do we write?

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

SøułSurvivør

why do we write?

~~~

what is going
on in your ♡
when you try
to put pen to
  paper? do you
really want to
say somethin
or are you
looking for
a little bit
of love
from a
poet
-?-

soulsurvivor

(it's OK if you do- or want
to do BOTH!)

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

I Love To Write A Poet

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

jerely

I Love To Write A Poet

I love to write a poet on a sunny day
Cause I want to put that dry lips on your face a big hug and a smile

I love to write a poet on a rainy days
Cause I want to cover you when you are soaked in the rain cause its warm to embrace someone like you

I love to write a poet when you are happy it makes me happy too at the same time

I love to write a poet on a cold winter day
Cause it makes me want to hug you like a comfort warmer

I love to write a poet on a breezing cold air
It feels like we're in a different world spinning and only the two of us can only touch and see the hearts of each other

I love to write a poet when you are sleeping cause it makes me want to love you more because of your peaceful and angelic face that i want to carry you on my pocket whenever and wherever i may go

I love to write a poet on the notes where there are lots of spaces to speak and words to be written

I love to write a poet on a shining night where we can star gaze lie under the roof make promises and watch the constellations witness the real love we thought

I love to write a poet...

When im always with you...

It makes me goosebump and quiet nervous
on what will happen next cause i can't wait.....

the next chapter of our story <3

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

I wish I loved a poet

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

gillian b

I wish I loved a poet

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be immortalized in words
so stories about me could be written in verse
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be an inspiration
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could be the writer
just once

I wish I loved a poet
so I could help them when they realize
that the world of dreams is just that

I wish I loved a poet
so I could teach them of reality
of the beauty and the pain and the mystery

I wish I loved a poet
so I could show them the stars
so I could teach them how to reach them

I wish I loved a poet
so we could watch the night
and wonder

just once

#love #stars #night #inspiration #poets #immortal

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

13 Ways of Looking at a Poet

May 2015 Sikhwetha maanda stanley

Eliot Greene

13 Ways of Looking at a Poet

I once met a rich poet and asked him
What we writes about?
“Nothing.” he answered

2.
How many poets does it take to ***** in a light bulb
One

3.
The difference between a great poet
And a ****** poet
Is mathematically calculable
To how recently they’ve been laid

4.
When the pen ran out of ink
The poet gnawed of his finger
And wrote with the blood

5.
The lake froze over
The poet wept

6.
If you took all the poets that ever lived
And placed them in the same room
There would be many empty seats
And not nearly enough pens

7.
When a man asked him what he did
He answered, “Teacher.”
When a pretty girl asked him what he did
He answered, “Poet.”

8.
One day there will be no more poets
And a great silence will cover the land

9.
Cain was a soldier
Able was a poet
Look how that turned out

10.
Each day is a poem
Still being written on tombstones

11.
We fell in love by showing each other our poems
We fell out of love when we stopped

12.
The children Laughed and mobbed
After the soccer ball
The young poet stood
And watched a blackbird

13.
If you dream
And can remember it in the morning
Then you are a poet