#kaye poems on Hello Poetry

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Break-
Break free--
I am pulling at these chains, though in return they're pulling me.

I am stuck-
Suffocating-
I am choking-
        I'm stuck!
How could this be?

Young children running down a green pasture-
Dreams so large, so real, so fierce-
I was there-
       That was me!

Look now-
Look at me now--
Can you see?
An adult lost at sea.

Stuck, Lost, Confused-
In a kingdom so large.
So many others-
       yet still feel alone

Searching for the 'free' in freedom,
Though cornered into fear,
All the rules choking me in,
The 'free' will never be near.

Children have less fears and more dreams then adults... As we mature we face reality and know it is a scary world we live in. Searching for freedom, though never let free.

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Could it have been...

Could it have been the self concious views?
The lack of choice- No room to choose?

Could it have been the need for emotion?
The outbursts? The commotion?
Were the cogs rusting? A lack of motion

The cogs of time rusting...
Time not moving with the speed of light?
Could it have been that one was moving faster, then other-
Timing not right?

Like a Cheetah and a Deer holdings hands,
Could it have been tempting chance?
The chance to be amazed at the beauty of this picture,
Then not be surprised with the outcome- An act of nature.

Mesmerized with lies that are there to charm.
Cheating fate, Causing harm.

Could it have been...
That you left me because I was no more an object of your desire?
Or- Could it had been that all along,
I was *playing with fire?

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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Normality - What is it?

Normal?
What does it mean to be normal?

What is normal?
Normal to you, may not be normal to me.

From the life of the simple,
Formal, may not be normal.

From the views of the formal,
Simple may be looked down upon,
Frowned upon.

Judging one another based on normality,
A life created on formalities,
Complications, Discrimination.
All because of our definition of normal?

Definition of
normal-
1. conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.

"Usual?", "Expected?", "Typical?".
Hypocritical!

Normal?
Does it even exist?
Why do we persist- to have our definitions of what normal is?
And what it isn't?

Normal-
**What is it?

Everyone is different. That Is the beauty of life. Though the beliefs of normality in some people lead to discrimination, bullying, war etc.

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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Love Lost (what happened?)

We were once so close,
What happened?

All the secrets shared,
The lies told for one another.

The memories we made,
Were they all for nothing?
Something-
Something happened between us.
What was it?

Best of friends,
Souls searching the wonders of this world-
Together.

Together no more.
Sad, hurt - Unsure
Sure- Sure we had our times.
Downs and Ups.
Trial and Error.
Now, Nothing.

Nothingness is still Something.
It's that thing you are doing now-
Nothing.
It's the absence that you choose,
You chose-
Nothing--

Through everything,
There's Something-
There's Nothing-
There's what you chose for us to be.
All lost through Nothing over Something.
Souls parted, Hopes flattened-
Hearts saddened.
**What happened?

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Uplift me

Uplift me
Take me
Make me
Break me
Take me to another world.
Give me a night like a love song,
Where nothing goes wrong.
Where all that can be, will be.

Hold me,
Write to me,
Sing to me,
Break through my squirms of disbelief,
When you touch me - *Where no one else has been.

Your lips on every part,
Every shadow,
Every groove,
Hands gliding through every piece of hair.
Hold me, guide me, teach me.
Those eyes - That stare.

Tell me, Don't stop,
Tell me how you feel,
While you touch me,
Your body, Your soul-
Free--
To love me,
To show me,
A language of love spoken by your eyes
When you look at me,
A language only I perceive.
Write me poetry - with your glare,
Those eyes - That stare.

Taking me to that place,
Ecstatic,
Dramatic,
Mystical,
Amazing,
In reality it is silent,
Moments of our lives pass us by,
Without a care,
You make me think of nothing,
Though a thousand worries there.

You allow me to drift-
I'm drifting.
*Uplift me

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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

The Nature of love

Light blue swirls,
In an ocean deep.

We laugh,
We desire,
We weep.

Shards of grass, emerald green,
Seeping through a mirage of brown.

We dare,
We smile,
We frown.

A sky of vivid blue,
Breaking through the clouds of grey.

We hope,
We bicker,
We prey.

Amongst all of the above--
The nature
of
**Love

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Who am I?

Where am I?
What is this?
Warm, Wet,
I'm swimming.

Alone, Alone for so long.
Not knowing right from wrong.
A thought - *What is this I'm thinking?

Bumps and lumps and all kinds of triumphs.
A race for survival - Depending on all but me.
Made from love or misery?

Who am I?
I can hear voices,
Especially one - Constantly there.
She sounds so sweet.
Who is she?

What will my life be like?
Endless possibilities - No choices.
A game of chances.
What will become of me?

A Newborns destiny - **A lottery.

Creation. Life in the womb. No choices to how we are created or where we will end up. Healthy, or not? Born into fame, wealth, a good family? No choices - its up to chance, like the lottery.

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Courageous

Courageous.
I go through stages.
I think about all I could do.
I am Courageous.

Afraid.
I contemplate.
I think about all that could go wrong.
I am afraid.

Brave.
I will do all that I crave.
I believe in myself.
I feel brave.

Fear.
It creeps up, whilst fulfilments of my dreams are near.
The possible becomes impossible.
I feel fear.

Fear, when brave,
Then feeling afraid,
All the stages, the rages - The angst of changes.
When I feel Courageous.

The Angst of changes, the emotions that stop us from moving forward with ourselves, our dreams, or from our fears.

Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Backwards Love

"I love you."

Their true feelings spoken, There's something to be said,
To share their feelings - they're no longer weak.
As they lay there in bed.
As they lay there unafraid to speak.

They can't see their future without one another.
A deep a relationship, they are almost there.
Emotions still roar like thunder.
Hopes and Dreams, they now share.

Not just sleeping together, but Making love.
They hide no secrets, Tell no lies.
Each other - They're proud of.
Arguments now lead to Compromise.

It's their first time.
Emotions take over.
Touching, Kissing, Feeling,
Passion - the wait is over.

Their feelings for each other, yet again, grow.
Every one gets along fine.
Questions, Answers, Conversations flow.
Nervous - Meeting the family for the first time.

He says he wants to be more serious - She agrees.
Relationship is stronger.
Arguments forgiven.

Would we happy with each other?
What we have, is this right?
Frustrated with each other.
First fight.

He is lost in her beauty.
Many Dates passed, the first now a memory.
Dates and Dinners, Drinks and Movies.
Date two, Date three.

The first kiss - He gave her.*
A memorable night.
Both on their best behaviour.
A romantic dinner over candlelight.

No hesitation shown.
Arranged first date - No-one stalled.
Spoke for the first time on the phone.
Nervous - Dialling their number, *first call.

Exciting emotions unlocked.
The start of a relation.
Numbers swapped.
Shared a conversation.

**"Hello, Nice to meet you!"

Backwards Love.      ***READ POEM BACKWARDS***

ALSO READ BELOW:

A story told backwards, A poem written backwards. I started from the bottom to the top. From " Hello, Nice to meet you!" all the way to "I love you"

This poem can be read 4 ways:
1) From top to bottom.
2) From bottom to top. (backwards)
3) Read only the sentences in bold, from top to bottom, and of course,
4) Read only the sentences in bold, from bottom to top.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The name that came to mind for this poem, is 'Backwards Love', since writing this love story backwards was my intention. Though because it can be read four ways, I also thought of the title 'Love - Four ways'. What do you think?



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Kaye B Anderson Apr 2014

Untitled

Change is changing - the changes that we made.
No time for abiding by Human Rights,
When it means someone isn't getting paid.

Very short poem based on the deviousness of the hierarchy in Leadership and Governments.

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