"fairweather" poems - Hello Poetry

October 20, 2018 I've spent this year Learning how to deal. This isn't melodrama Just the truth Condensed into just a few words To express a vastness Guaranteed to fill a few pages. Like all years, it's been bittersweet. I've fallen down Tripped up Left a bruise Quite a few times. But, of course You have to fall -- Maybe even bleed a little -- In order to teach yourself The triumph Of bringing yourself Back to your feet. I've stood in front of a lot of mirrors Most of them metaphysical Truly getting to know the girl On the other side. The more we talk The more I like her. She's a hot mess sometimes, sure But she's kind of a cool person to have coffee with. She doesn't look like she used to, not at all Especially when she's obviously trying to do better. She still chews her tongue a bit When she admits that she's wrong And she's so very shy When I ask her what to do And she responds: "I don't know." I should tell her that I love her A lot more often this year. I've found that the heart is a wonderfully strange instrument And that the soul is not an ***** But is something very, very real. I've found that the former Is as good at persevering As it is at making messes And that the latter Is something all-too-useful In the modern world. I've found that most friends are fairweather And, often, so am I. I still hold out hope That, maybe one day I'll discover loyalty That can be truly permanent. Lastly, I've found that poetry Is a beautiful vessel Worth so much more Than worrying about boys Through a series of rhymes. It's quickfire, artful catharsis Freeing a caged dove With words that make me feel As if I can make my writing soar. It's filled to the brim with love And laughter And tears And imagination And anger And fear And reflection Just like these passing years. And with every one I finish I long for many more.

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Oct 20, 2018

Oct 20, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC

Madison21

pre-birthday musings (one)

October 20, 2018 I've spent this year Learning how to deal. This isn't melodrama Just the truth Condensed into just a few words To express a vastness Guaranteed to fill a few pages. Like all years, it's been bittersweet. I've fallen down Tripped up Left a bruise Quite a few times. But, of course You have to fall -- Maybe even bleed a little -- In order to teach yourself The triumph Of bringing yourself Back to your feet. I've stood in front of a lot of mirrors Most of them metaphysical Truly getting to know the girl On the other side. The more we talk The more I like her. She's a hot mess sometimes, sure But she's kind of a cool person to have coffee with. She doesn't look like she used to, not at all Especially when she's obviously trying to do better. She still chews her tongue a bit When she admits that she's wrong And she's so very shy When I ask her what to do And she responds: "I don't know." I should tell her that I love her A lot more often this year. I've found that the heart is a wonderfully strange instrument And that the soul is not an ***** But is something very, very real. I've found that the former Is as good at persevering As it is at making messes And that the latter Is something all-too-useful In the modern world. I've found that most friends are fairweather And, often, so am I. I still hold out hope That, maybe one day I'll discover loyalty That can be truly permanent. Lastly, I've found that poetry Is a beautiful vessel Worth so much more Than worrying about boys Through a series of rhymes. It's quickfire, artful catharsis Freeing a caged dove With words that make me feel As if I can make my writing soar. It's filled to the brim with love And laughter And tears And imagination And anger And fear And reflection Just like these passing years. And with every one I finish I long for many more.