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Cait Nov 2020
When I was 2 years old.
I did not know true pain,
I did not know true fear.
My life was full of rainbows.
When I was 2 years old-
My innocence was my beauty.
Years went by;
I was now 8 years old.
I knew pain,
I knew fear
The rainbows in my life no longer there.
The rainbows replaced with storms;
Storms of violence, of pain and fear.
My perseverance was my beauty.
6 more years pass,
I was 14.
Full of pain.
Full of fear.
I was scared of life.
My beauty was gone.
Now 3 years later...
I still know pain,
I still know fear.
But things have changed.
The rainbows look down on me once again.
The pain - still there, but less prominent.
The fear, following me - but no longer dominant.
So, now at 17.
I live, I understand and I love.
When I was 2 years old my beauty was my-
Innocence.
When I was 8 years old my beauty was my-
Perseverance.
When I was 14 years old my beauty was gone.
My beauty no longer missing.
It is no longer hidden.
My beauty has arisen.
My beauty, now...
At 17 years old.
My beauty now is;
My 17 years of pain,
My 17 years of fear,
My 17 years of experiences,
My beauty is me.
I am my beauty.
This poem was based on a speech I wrote for a class. It was based on one of my favourite parts of the whole thing. So, I decided to turn it into a poem. P.S. Don't judge the poor use of grammar. It is my downfall.
Megan Hammer Nov 2020
It never leaves me
Montmartre in the summer
I can still hear you sing with the crowd

And wouldn’t Van Morrison be so proud
How a good thing can come about if you just give it enough
Light and time

Underground, we are light and timeless
We don’t care if we find the right train
It’s the subway, after all -

You could follow the echo of your own laugh and get to where you need to be.

In my mind, the Notre Dame has not burned down yet -
There’s still a bell tower and time to work it out
I left a witness, and he’s the concierge who gave me directions

I’m still looking for directions
I'm still racing down that hall
To the burgundy walls with the dim light

Where you covered my face to look at my eyes
Who would have known what a little waiting in the lobby could do?
That a grin that wide could spread across anybody’s face

A race is nothing if you only start running.

If there’s anything I learned that summer, it’s this -
We are all light and timeless
On time at whatever pace

Our eyes fixed on opening doors
Open the door you think you’re supposed to
I’d stopped caring what they’d say

Open a door, run through it, listen to the echo of your own laugh
Follow it for all that you’ve got
And trust that your destination finds you

Like being 17 in Paris,
Learn to be light and timeless
France 2014 with David
Shrika Jul 2020
Monsoon's panoply,        
               a dimpled day's
smile;              
                    windstrewn        ­­      ­              
                                 gulmohars,
                    ­          a blushing brocade,
                     'plop'-ing droplets,      
                     a lilting cadence;
                                                ­       ­     
nostalgia                             
    pervading through                      
  the silver-scented      
       ­            puddles of a        
paperboat's elation;        
July evenings                              
                           and      
                                         trinkets of
                         yesterday...



.
...Tiptoeing back inside in my wet shoes
Serendipity Jul 2020
When I met her I knew she was a sleepless night in the making.
She lays on a bed fit for mortals,
but the moon places a halo on her head as she sleeps.
I curse my eyes,
as acidic darkness clings to her skin
and eats at my ability to see her at peace.

Seventeen years of life
and I still have yet to realize:
that being a sucker for insomniacs is not good for me.
The clock  ticks
ticks
ticks

Pounds on the inside
Of my skull -

Need an aspirin
Keith Strand Mar 2020
Oh today
today is my birthday!

there will be no balloons
no poppers or cake

just some time with those I love
something nobody can take

it's almost 6:00 AM
soon I'll get my alert

telling me that I should have a nice day
and maybe this time I'll listen
I just wanted to write something for my birthday. I'm 17 now!
LS Oct 2019
nobody knows what they want
not when they're 17
and not even when they're 40
people look for their best option
whatever is going to fill the void in their heart
at that moment

whether it be a job
a sport
a hobby
or a person

some people don't always choose correctly in the moment
it's hard to know what you want
to decide what's best
that's why so many people choose wrong

because
nobody knows what they want
not until
it's right in front of them
mila Aug 2019
17
he tried to **** himself
wanted to take his own life
but when i look at him
i really can’t see why
his smile is the only thing
that can bring me peace
his laugh makes my ears ring
his voice convinces my tears to cease
he is the most beautiful thing,
that i have ever seen
if only he'd believe that
it'd help him make it to seventeen
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