"insignifigant" poems
Sometimes, we fail to take the time
To relish the little moments in life.
To watch the earthworm
Surface in early morning rain.
Or the spider
Spin its web.
We miss the summer leaves
Become a spectrum of colours in fall.
Forget to count the petals on a clover.
The insignifigant moments we tend to neglect,
Are the moments most precious.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 10:56 PM UTC
Memory is too fragile
Too often it forgets the past
All your happiness is faded
Your timeline, unsure and jaded
It remebers the biggest stuff
The "important" events and things
But leaves out intamacy
In the details of legacy
The little day to day gestures,
Moments of bliss are neglected
"Insignifigant" adventure
And all the laughter that they lure
These are the things I want to keep,
What I want memorialized
On my conciousness for ever
All these times we shared together
Precious moments unforgotten
Like the wind tossling my hair
And you sliding it back in place
How you lightly caressed my face
Every breathless time my heart stopped
And butterflies bred at your touch
Every kiss imprinted in time
The veiws from the mountains we climb
The way we shudder and tremble
And whipser "I Love you" 's with care
The jokes we shout, the games we play
The songs we sing, the things we say
These fleeting moments are ereased
To make way for pain or glory
Things with ceremony or scars
Not as good as sleeping in cars
Let my legacy be of my
Good times, fun times, small times when I
Made a difference for once and for
The smiles and laughs of my trade floor
I want to remeber these things
The small things that make up our lives
Because they make them all worth more
Than I ever thought before
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
all i have left are frayed nerves,
a flattened frame from being the doormat,
fingers worn to bone from writing it all out,
and a bunch of angsty poems.
but here's another angsty poem
from pitiful, insignifigant me.
i'll shout this one from the rooftop
and make you see me for who i am.
**** and vinegar and revenge,
sugar and spice and nothing nice.
this is all i have to give, so listen hard.
listen hard because i will never be
this honest again when i say,
oh my god, just tell me you don't care
about me and just want to
use me and get it over with because
i am sick of this ********
you can tell me you care over
and over again until you are
blue in the face and it's not going
to matter because your actions say
otherwise and words are cheap.
and while you're at it, would you mind,
would you really ******* mind, if i
understood your motives? i was doing
just fine, i really was, i was getting along.
building my walls, brick by cemented brick.
but one word halts construction.
one phrase postpones completion.
and i'm doing it the same way
all over again.
i'm sick of giving myself to something
only to have it snatched away from me.
i'm sick of being the friend who's always there
only have no one be there for me when i need them.
i'm sick of being taken advantage of, i'm sick of...
i'm sick of being second rate.
i'm just sick.
words are cheap and talk is cheaper.
and that is all i've got from you.
actions are worth so, so much more.
straighten up, or i'm out.
thanks.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC
Like a leaf in the wind
Fragile, weightless and discolored
misshapen is my heart
This transpsrancy has become an art
Floating through your sky
Observing insignifigant flakes of myself as I pass by
Your voice though vague, is in the air
Your words are the breeze
How am I to attain an adequate version of myself when I cant come down
stuck in your crooked damp root where once my heart could be found; I don't venture too close to the ground
Transient and lost in your sky, mislaying all substance as I pass myself by
Hark, my heart crepitates under your feet
How do I endure this woe
Tell me, are you friend or foe
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC