"madi" poems
Madison GRACE
Her Cello sings of beauty and earnest rays surene
Such a lovely Graceful Daffodil sitting atop the smiling Moon
Her beauty winks at the Moon which admires her beautiful face
Which brings such sunrays slanting and dancing through the world
And singing to it at Night and hushes the world to sleep
With her beautiful voice which matches her enchanting face
Everyone stops to smile at my Emerald gem sparkling
All day and all Night long bringing hope and bringing all the other lovely things
Snowflakes lacy and lovely kiss her smiling face. . .No she is the Snow
Which dances gracefully from the grey sky
And waltzing on the pine trees
My oh my such beauty she bears and such lovely Grace
She is the sun and it's rays dancing down from above
Sweetly she fills the world with love
Such gracefulness and peace comes from her
Flows from her like a sparkling creek dazzling my eyes
Shimmers like a lake and dazzling like a river
Like a gazelle she is graceful in every way
She is my old fashioned Victorian Princess
Of The Dew Kissed Hibiscus
And we walk through the Enchanted Hibicus Mountain
Full of peaceful solitude and beauty
Such extreme beauty matches that of my Madi's face
Full of tenderness, kindness, and love
As she flys upon wings of a dove
Bringing peace to all her see her
As she bestows them with gemstone leis
And Moonstone kisses--so enchanting on this
Romantic Night where Jades kiss her own
Emerald face of beauty and care!
~Marian~
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
We love you, Madi!
Happy birthday to you, dear,
I love you so much!
~Marian~
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
losing you was the beginning of finding myself
the prodigal me had finally returned home but i had been
divided equally in two
you threw your half away
you squandered your wealth in wild living
and women that were not me
i longed to fill my heart with
happiness that had once overwhelmed me
i couldn’t find healing in your hands anymore
i spent months searching for arms
i could trust again
but i couldn’t find those either
the first time i realized
i had taken half of you with me too
i was standing in the bathroom looking in a mirror
describing body parts with your name
this was the first night i took a blood red pen to my skin
and started labeling my arms as madi
my legs as madi
my stomach, my thighs, my neck
madi madi madi
mine.
its hard putting shattered pieces back together
and healing does involve hurting
it also involves recovery
if you would have asked me 12 months ago
which direction i saw my life leading
i would have never pointed you here
sometimes life has a nonsensical way of working out
you always end up where you are meant to be
you will figure this out the hardest way possible
but loving yourself will become the easiest thing that you do
eventually
time will heal all wounds
eventually
you will come home to yourself and not be disappointed
eventually
this version of me was dead and is alive again
she was lost and but i have found her
and im so happy i did
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 12:10 AM UTC
I cried and nearly wept when Dad read me your letter,
I hope you come back soon, I hope you feel better,
My heart is nearly broken;
Truer words I have never spoken.
Let her come back before my heart breaks,
These words I hope she will hear me speak,
Please come back before I feel blue;
You have always been so kind to me I love you.
Tears trickle down my cheeks one after another,
I hope I have never been your cause to leave even for a little while or a bother,
I can barely say the words, "Goodbye";
So all I can to is cry.
All the happiness from me seaped,
I am crying and my my heart is weeping,
I cry and I had weeped;
Always remember I love you.
My heart bleeds and it burns,
And my head churns,
Please do not leave;
For it's you I need!!!!!
~Marian~
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
This is for YOU, my rosy Sis
My Sis so full of Grace
I love you more than you'll ever know
Because your my Sister of Grace
You are more beautiful than the
Hibiscus flowers that you like so well and speak of
Because you are you and you're my Sis and Fairy
And that makes YOU special because you're my dearest Sis!
And when we write each other
I always appreciate your long letters
They are so lovely and pretty
And I love hearing from you
My special Sis, you turned twelve this year
And I cannot help but say again even though I
Already have: "Happy Birthday, Sis Madi!!"
She's the only dearest Sis I have
Because she is the dearest one
And that makes her even more than ever
How sweet is she her words are pure and wise
And I love seeing them before my blue eyes
~Marian~
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
i use social media as an outlet for my emotions
the only problem is that
most of my mixed feelings develop because
of subtweets and
photos of girls who are not me
isnt it funny?
how the apps on our phones are
both the sickness and the cure
no
you will not go to heaven,
you will eternally reside in
your saved drafts on twitter
i dare you to post your most embarrassing
mine?
"do you ever look at the man you used to love
and wonder why on earth he doesnt cut his hair
and why he started wearing bermuda jorts"
its more embarrassing for him
my love life is now at my finger tips
do you know how many guys want to love
the girl they met on tinder who
hides behind her poetry
and uses harry potter as an escape mechanism?
none
i dared one to text me at midnght
between mispelled words and shots
he completed the phrase
i love .... euphamisms
like when your former self dies you call it
growing up instead of suicide
not my type
i cant stand when people cough in class
it reminds me of choking on
words
my words - the ones i say when i'm not supposed to
or the ones i should've said but never did
all of my pictures are captioned with
phrases and song lyrics that
i read in your voice
i wish that record wasn't broken
i wish i was a wizard
truly i do
with spells like
impedimenta (to slow down your attackers)
i wonder if it would slow down the voices in my head
i wonder if it could slow down you leaving
or my breathing (or lack thereof)
this wasn't meant to be emotional,
but with the world like this
how could you NOT cry
ive spent more nights in the bar bathroom
than i have in my own bed
its true how they say big events are
the most intimate
madi hahn - party of 1
or party of 761
if you count the followers who favorite my
tweets about dying
no one relates to happy poetry
why?
because no one is happy
because. no. one. is. happy.
its a facade - a mask, we hide behind
but then the clock strikes midnight
we're back daring stupid guys
to tell us **** about ourselves that we already know
we burn holes into screens trying to be relatable
we lose the best versions of ourselves
and
we are fine with it as long as
we recieve our fair share of attention
we deserve it
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 2:53 AM UTC
**Happy birthday, Madi,
We all love you, you see,
I shall play a song on the piano for you;
To cheer you up whenever you feel blue.
Never leave here again!
For our hearts would never mend!
Never from us at HP depart,
For you bring joy to our hearts!
Never from us depart,
For that would leave us with a broken heart!
Happy Birthday, Madi!
You always bring pure Grace and JOY!!!**
Marian~
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
"I bring up your pimples
because it's cute how you try to hide them
and I like to push your buttons.
I wake up every day
and call you
beautiful, sweetheart, darling, cutie, boo
for a reason.
I'm texting you at this very moment for a reason.
I make you a part of every 11:11 wish for a reason.
I worry about what your parents think about me for a reason.
I love you for a reason.
You don't have to be
the prettiest girl on earth
for me to love you.
You just have to be mine
and put up with my **** sometimes
because that's what boyfriend and girlfriend do.
I want to marry you some day Madi.
Why wouldn't I want to see you in that dress,
with your hair done up,
holding your dad's arm,
crying as you hear the words
'you may now kiss the bride'"
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
at first glance she does not seem to have a care
it might be the way she flips her hair
but look a little deeper, pick her apart
and suddenly she has a heart
behind glass eyes and tough skin
the apathy runs thin
through her blood that rushes through
her veins like me and you
but she’s different
a little indifferent
broken bones and
a broken home
worked together to create a blissful
hurt creature full
of pain but mostly love
hidden above
the ideas that vulnerability makes you weak
and weakness does not build strength rather it’s a slap on the cheek
so you turn the other cheek and build another wall
to hide from it all
because
no one really cares
or maybe it’s just the way they’ve been flipping their hair
I don’t know
but what I do know
is that she cares
and she is there
for me whenever i’m down
she wipes away my frown
at second glance i see the way she cares
genuinity, something i have only found
in the most broken of people washed up on the ground
trying to fix those around them
because they don’t dare see what is coming from within
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Hello, past me.
I am you, but now eighteen.
I wanted to tell you
All of the things you have to look forward to,
And the things you will dread.
You will move away from our old home. You will lose friends like Jenah, who was there all along but you lost touch somewhere in the middle.
You will watch your best friend begin the transition of his life. It'll be confusing, and you will question yourself, but when you fully understand the word transgender and genderqueer you will find yourself again.
You will be heartbroken. By both boys and girls. You will get torn down each time. But you will build yourself back up.
You will start smoking.
But it helps you stop harming.
Nana will pass when you start high school.
But you will battle through it.
Olivia will go off to the military. You'll talk to her every few months. You won't talk to Kyra, or Chris, or Richele.
You will break Madi's heart.
But you will graduate high school. You will see the mackinac bridge, and Washington DC and start to drive. You will make new friends online and in person, and you will be an honorary aunt. You will meet a little boy by the name of Chase who will literally save your life.
It gets better. I promise.
Love,
Your 18 year old self.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC
Ka mike an ce karkata
Kai! taka an ce tatata
Yaushe ne rana za ta?
Gani na abokin ta wata
Ba rana, sati har wata
Tun da na hango yar wata
Mata daga gefe na kai mata
Hari dan na nuna bajinta ta
Ai ko sai tayi mini raf ta ta
Ta rike hannu na me kanta
Sai ta ja ni cikin dangi na ta
Tai ta nuni ga dangi nan na ta
Baba yayi murna babu karkata
Umma ta taka yar rawa ta ta
Don murna har da kawa ta ta
Maganar aure ce na yi mata
Tun da fari ta dauke kai nata
Ta bi son rai da kawaye nata
Mai kudi shine a gaba nata
Na manta har da batu na ta
Rana daya sai ga kira na ta
Gaisuwa ta Mahaifi na tayi
Ra'ayi, sauyawa ta sa na yi
Tausayi shine da yasa nayi
Kan batun labarin da tayi
Zuciya ta raurawa nan tayi
Tausayawa zuciya ta nan tayi
Na amshi batun ta kuma za'ayi
Takure kai na duka ni nayi
Do na nuna bajinta da ra'ayi
Na kudurce aure ne zamu yi
Yan uwa murna duka sun tayi
Fatan alheri an ta yi
Na ganin auren mu da za'ayi
Gashi nan dai auren an yi
Tun da fari fa zaki ne yayi
Dandanon madara duka yayi
Har Zuma da madi duka yayi
Daga baya ta sauya ra'ayi
Na shiga uku na kara uku
Bana son na shige can kurkuku
In na kara shiga uku sau uku
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
Akwai wani mutum da baya karya
A cikin al'amuransa baya karaya
A kowanne yanayi baya kada garaya
A duk wahala baya juya baya
A yanayin fushi baya jayayya
A cikin daji ya kan dauki kaya
Bashi da yaudara ko kifadi
Baya tsoron ta kife in ya fadi
Baya ja da baya wajen tadi
Baya tsoro ko da za'ayi shadi
Baya rowa wajen bada madi
Baya taka rawa duk dadin kidi
Cikakken adali ne shi kowa yabi
Cikin jama'a kuwa baya harbi
Cincirundon jama'a sunyi masa lakabi
Farar aniya laya sai muyi ta bi
Saboda yaja raganar kowa sai muyi tabi
Tafi-tafi dai GAWUNA kowa ya bi
Nov 28, 2022
Nov 28, 2022 at 5:44 PM UTC
Dear Love,
When I saw you my mind went quiet
When you have obsessive compulsive disorder you don't get a lot of quiet moments
So of course I had to meet you
When I met you I instantly fell in love with parts of you
When I finally got to know you I fell in love with all of you
The way you laugh without a care
The way you treat this body
The way your mouth curves when you say you love me
The way you tell me I'm the only one who makes you happy
You don't know it yet but you've changed me more than I ever thought you would
And I can't love you enough for it.
~Madi Leto
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 8:11 PM UTC