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
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 want to pick your brain for lunch to discuss the ongoings in this world and your views on controversial topics. I want to talk about the various books you read, the various shows and movies that entertain you. I want to know more about your beliefs, what appeals, riles, fascinates and triggers you. I want to know what makes you glow and dim. to watch you paint with different hues, form various constellation and explore the black hole of unexplored matter. I want to converse about the uncanny topics and the stigmatized ones. To know more about the philosophy, biology and chemistry of your existence and this world. I want to know about the intricacy, profundity and complexity around rather than keep to the surface topics.
It was a sad thing
How limited my topics
Of poetry are
Either some embodyment
Or my overflowing
Or a strange
Out of the box
Analogy to something I
Learn in school
Simply a reflection
On the people
In my sheltered
One of the above
Of my imagination
But apart from that...
Politics, issues, society
Beyond that which I have
Been exposed to
Plenty to write about
Focusing on my
rainbows and rain
smudged windows on trains
singing and playing
dancing and swaying
forests, woodlands green and lush
passionate scenes that can make one blush
sighing and moaning
heartbreak and sadness
sweetness and gladness
musical notes falling like leaves
swirling round and round autumn trees
seasons and changes
and wide-open ranges
smiles and laughter
the here and the after
skies cloudy, skies clear
tiny sailboats seen from the pier
ocean breeze, crashing waves
undersea caverns and caves
flying and falling
creeping and crawling
creatures that swim in the deep
ones that awake while we sleep
dreaming and hoping
struggling and coping
sun, moon and stars
lands that are far
nightmares, ungodly fears
cold blood, hot sweat, unstoppable tears
lightning and thunder
the above and the under
soaring and hovering
creeks, lakes and seas
dark prisons without any keys
chains and locks
deep rivers, smooth rocks
wanting to flee
we write it all down
we write it all here
it makes us feel better
it makes us feel freer
thinking of things to put to verse
in times that often are adverse
to topics that involve the universe
and other serious matter
world politics is quite atrocious
the culture scene no less ferocious
and so if you are somewhat cautious
in your choice of themes
few are left
you might start out with poised pen
for something serious & pertinent - but then
you have a quite inspiring moment when
you realize what truly is important
in our lives
just find the words
others can understand
The sun so bright the epitome of life
Contrasting dark green coconut leaves
And white sands blue seas
The place where hearts keep dreams. ..
Come see :)
The dew that forms on spring grass.
The sun rays that shine through summer windows.
The crisp leaves that blow through autumn winds.
The snow flurries that illuminate the wintery chills.
These are the most common poetic topics...
The face of poetry is abstract and unseen.
Its mask shifts and changes into ideas of understanding,
Depending on the listener...
The beauty of nature has effortless expression
It practically writes for itself.
But the fire of Love is another matter.
"Bye, love you!" "I love that!" "C'mon love."
The name appears more often than necessary,
But is it truly understood, like nature?
It seems my generation has forgotten Love's definition.
"Love: an intense feeling of deep affection."
I don't love my cereal, I love my mom's caring personality.
I don't love my car, I love my dad's willingness to trust.
I don't love my tickets to Disney, I love my younger brother's sense of fun.
I don't love my toothbrush, I love my eldest brother's teaching disposition.
Love is a part of nature, it's true,
But it is not meant to be taken as lightly.
Nature is easily seen through our widening pupils,
Every move it makes is impossible to go unnoticed.
Love's invisibility is easy to let slip by,
You have to look closely to find it.
True Love is never found in objects.
True Love is found in families of all different seasons.
Let's bring back Love's real definition.
Today I met a stranger
He seemed really great
We sat and spoke for hours
And told me how to bake
In the next days to come
I sat at my window
Biting my thumb
Thinking about the stranger
And what would he
We spoke about the sun
And how often he runs
We spoke about ice cream,
And even shared straw ***
The sad part of all of this,
He remains a strangers
For our names never,
Passed each others tongues
— The End —