"emilie" poems
Undskyld
undskyld at jeg ikke var der
undskyld at jeg var væk
tilgiv mig, for jeg har syndet
men synd er nu så let
undskyld at jeg ikke kunne
undskyld at jeg ikke ville
tilgiv mig for at jeg aldrig turde forsvare dig
men jeg har altid været den stille
undskyld at du skulle være den stærke
undskyld at jeg har været en last
tilgiv mig for mine fejl
jeg troede aldrig der var plads
til mig
undskyld Emilie
kan du tilgive mig?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
In Shediac
The sidewalk threads up Main,
Past Church and hospital
To a yellow-frame;
Where wishes and the real world meet
Near Leger Street.
Here,
Quiet evening stairs leave cares,
And blueberries, dahlias and Parley's foam,
Like Sirens call our thoughts to home.
A quilt work of faces,
Some young, some grown,
Looked through windows to a time unknown,
Past the ledger of Grand-mere,
Past Hector's chair.
Though
Emilie was consumed with cooking,
Quilting, cleaning and sometimes singing,
She fed the dreams of her dear born,
And sheltered concerns of a heart well-worn,
Like a wrap-a-round porch in a Northumberland storm,
On Main Street.
These
Porch steps led to worldly affairs,
Finance, healthcare, CN, shopwares.
Each step, each child bore Emilie's breath,
Et dans l'eglise St. Joseph.
But
Bricks are brittle and paint will wane,
A picture or poem will fade and stain,
Yet Sirens still call out your name
In Shediac.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC
As we drove down ES,
20 minutes away from "goodbye",
The Weekend was blasting,
I received a text.
"What now?"
You asked.
"It's Emilie."
I replied.
I read her question aloud and sighed.
"Baby?"
"I'm sorry,"
My voice is shaky and I know what you're going to say.
"I love you."
And at that moment,
My favorite lyrics play.
And you sing along as if replying to my confession of love.
"I think we need to take a break."
A sob ripples through me,
You ease on the breaks,
And pull over.
You take me in your arms,
Stubble pressed to my forehead.
We sit there for a while,
Silent except for my sobs.
"I'm afraid all of this 'Mark' stuff has really impacted how your friends trust you."
"I'm sorry,"
I choke out once more,
"I love you."
I love you.
*And this won't change that.
I will always be with You.
I love you.
I'm sorry.*
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 11:31 PM UTC
This one's for the 20 kids
Now all dead, god forbid
For the parents who now cry
Who always ask themselves, "why?"
For those teachers killed on the job
Their entire city mourns and sobs
For all the people who took a fall
I support you and I bless you all.
To the familes of Charlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Rachel Davino, Olivia Engel, Josephine Gay, Ana M. Marquez-Greene, Dylan Hockley, Dawn Hochsprung, Madeleine F. Hsu, Catherine V. Hubbard, Chase Kowalski, Jesse Lewis, James Mattioli, Grace McDonnell, Anne Marie Murphy, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Caroline Previdi, Jessica Rekos, Avielle Richman, Lauren Rousseau, Mary Sherlach, Victoria Soto, Benjamin Wheeler, and Allison N. Wyatt.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 9:00 PM UTC
Fantasy:
Ariel gave up her voice for human legs,
Cinderella risked her life to go to the ball.
Moana left her family to save her island,
Merida defied the rules to be truly happy.
Real life:
Valentina Tereshkova was the first woman in space,
Virginia Hall was the first female spy.
Emilie Chatelet was the first female philosopher.
Hypatia was the female mathematician.
Jan 31, 2020
Jan 31, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
For Robin & Emilie Stammers
They say the universe is full of smells
In fact tests on astronaut's suits
Have indicated this much was true
It seems- they say- that there are faint
Traces of metallic smells you see?
Not the stink of leather and bourbon
Which emanates from my friend Robin
Or the sweaty funk that lingers
Where my obese neighbour goes
There are- to put it quite simply-
None of the rich earthy smells
That one associates with life or living
In the cold realms of outer space
There are just the smells
One would find in a science lab
In other words metals and the
Faint perfume of vaporous gasses
Seeping from stars and planets
In perpetual extra-terrestrial fartings
Out there- where there are
Strange cosmic happenings that
Would blow your mind-
The universe they say is positively stinking
Reeking to high heavens
You could say...
Though of course, we can really never know
For sure
And that is what bothers us-
Humans, in general, that is-
We don't like being reminded
Just how finite we are
When we are surrounded
By all that marvellous infinity
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
I just hid behind my brother.
And honestly, I never thought you'd find comfort in the hands of another
So I was surprised to see you at a park with her where you two shared a first kiss
Only four months after a year of us falling apart.
When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
and for a while you were the only one I could be honest to
so let me say honestly I wish I could hate you,
but I sat where you kissed her
and could only feel red.
It wasn't quite hatred and it wasn't just fear,
It was the realization that you would never be here, where I am, falling apart, looking for a place in your now vacant heart.
When I first met you I was too shy to say hello
But now that you're gone I've let it all go
all my fear and hate the fact that you were the first to date.
The fact that after a year you already picked her out.
But, hey, at least now I can shout.
I can tell them about how I didn't mean a thing,
that even though I love you, no longer do I feel the sting,
that without you around I can finally stand up without that feeling in my gut that I'm just not good enough.
When I first met you I was too shy to say hello,
and let me say I'm proud to be your first kiss
and don't be surprised that you're no longer missed.
I only have one page left to talk about you,
about the pain and suffering you've put me through.
I promised myself I wouldn't produce another book, you already have enough for a shelf,
full of "I miss you", "I love you", and "Please come back",
well let me tell you now, I'm worth way more than that.
Let me tell you about how I found another boy who can open doors, they're not that rare,
and I'm glad I can say the way you treated me was poor and now I don't care,
so don't think for a second I want you back and don't think that I'm a broken shell with cracks,
because you're thinking of me back then when I was 12,
before you made my life a living hell.
Look at me now because I stand tall,
you can try to push me down but I will not fall.
So here it is the production of me and you,
and for your part I'll find someone new,
but I guess I knew I had to form the start.
So let me rewrite the words and decide what's going to be heard.
I've got this part covered
"Hello, my name is Emilie and this is my brother"
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
Speaking from child’s eyes
A voice, squeaking among thunders
A mouse, hidden, covered, frail
The Peasant of ages, gentle and honest
Yet only appearances can shade the eyes
Her soft skin, but a tonal feature
Misrepresentative of a true nature
A woman, looking through innocent eyes
Always hiding, Always watching, Always growing
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 4:03 PM UTC
Drift upon a sea of regret
my feet drag on the failures of my past
and weaken at missed opportunities
the waves cut my soul with words past said
the winds whispers the lies
the storm consumes me
Drift upon a sea of regret
i reach out my hand to lovers lost
they sink into darkness
their once warm touch is now gone
Nightfall appears unwelcome
The stars as vast as my sorrow
Each shine as a reminder
For i stand at sea alone
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 10:22 PM UTC
She looks up to the mirrored glass
She sees a handsome horse and rider pass
She say, 'That man's gonna be my death
'Cause he's all I ever wanted in my life
And I know he doesn't know my name
And that all the girls are all the same to him
But still I've got to get out of this place
'Cause I don't think I can face another night
Where I'm half sick of shadows
And I can't see the sky
Everyone else can watch as the tide comes in
So why can't I?
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
*Piece by piece,
I gather myself up.
I'm shattered.
But the shards of my heart
are too sharp for putting back together.
But I'll recover when hell freezes over
and the dead come home.
I'm lost, afraid
ying to escape these walls.
Trapped
somewhere I know nothing of
and as if it's that simple to leave,
why don't I?
Alyssa?
Jordan?
Molly?
Emilie?
Tyler?
Sean?
Jesse?
Mark?
No..
I have to survive through this war I've been fighting.
Depression never quits.
And neither
will
I.*
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:13 PM UTC
Vous m'envoyez, belle Emilie,
Un poulet bien emmailloté ;
Votre main discrète et polie
L'a soigneusement cacheté.
Mais l'aumône est un peu légère,
Et malgré sa dextérité,
Cette main est bien ménagère
Dans ses actes de charité.
C'est regarder à la dépense
Si votre offrande est un paiement,
Et si c'est une récompense,
Vous n'aviez pas besoin d'argent.
A l'avenir, belle Emilie,
Si votre coeur est généreux,
Aux pauvres gens, je vous en prie
Faites l'aumône avec vos yeux.
Quand vous trouverez le mérite,
Et quand vous voudrez le payer,
Souvenez-vous de Marguerite
Et du poète Alain Chartier
Il était bien laid, dit l'histoire,
La dame était fille de roi ;
Je suis bien obligé de croire
Qu'il faisait mieux les vers que moi.
Mais si ma plume est peu de chose,
Mon coeur, hélas ! ne vaut pas mieux ;
Fût-ce même pour de la prose
Vos cadeaux sont trop dangereux.
Que votre charité timide
Garde son argent et son or,
Car en ouvrant votre main vide
Vous pouvez donner un trésor.
557
I am lonely, but only for you.
The winter winds caught me and gave me a blast.
Sweet lover.
Spent summer days of glory laying in your arms.
Summer breeze blew me away.
Angel wings caught me.
Got me wrapped up so tight.
Mourning you and the times we shared.
My mourning tears fell this Saturday night.
More close than close could ever be.
I love you and you miss me.
What scares you so.
The word written in the letter was contemplate.
Means no way am I going to relocate.
Two lonely souls.
Trapped together apart.
Neither waiting for handouts.
Never will.
I battled hard to find you.
Release is not sweet.
My honourable dagger.
Placed before your mighty sword.
Autumn's here now.
It's not Emilie.
It's not four o'clock.
I don't want to be free.
Laid on your bed.
You so tenderly said 'I don't want you to go'
Once more sensibility ruled.
She decreed I had to go
Glory to you, Glory to me...Glory to our Goddess our sweet lady POETRY!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Dear past self,
We didn't die.
We didn't give up.
We didn't see our last day yet.
We didn't **** our optimism.
And that's good news.
But we are immensely different.
You changed, and so did i.
You liked the sun, i like the stars.
You yearned for someone, i found that person in me.
You had a name, i named myself.
You will build yourself,
From scraps of fear and uncertainty,
To be the person you didn't know you could be.
You will build yourself,
Because your old mold didn't fit you anymore,
And you needed space to grow.
You will build yourself,
To grow wings and live again
Like you wished for last night.
You will build yourself,
Give yourself a different name,
And travel the world stronger than ever.
Dear past self,
I'm probably a stranger to you.
So many things happened.
So many things changed.
I can't say for sure we're still the same person.
You are a girl, and i am a boy.
You are Emilie, and i am Athos.
You are insecure, and i am confident.
You are hopeless, and i finally feel alive.
Life will **** you,
And you'll resurrect from the ashes
Like a strong phoenix.
Life will **** you,
And you'll put your shattered pieces back together
Like a gorgeous mosaic.
Life will **** you,
And you'll build yourself up
Like a Greek statue.
Life will **** you,
So you can be born again
And have a second chance at life.
Your spark will come back.
No one stole it.
Your wings will grow.
They always meant to.
Your time for change will come.
And it's going to be the best and worst thing that has ever happened to you.
Jun 22, 2025
Jun 22, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC