"merida" poems
I have big hair
Hair that looks like medusa
Using loreal.
I have hair that is a
Short version of Merida
But isn't as firey as the mad hatter's
Hair but is
Big enough to be called that type
No I didn't stick my finger
In a light socket today
It's just my hair
My
Big
Poofy
Hair
That seems untamable at the very least
An accomplishment for anyone
I will never control it
And yet it is almost a super power
To have untamable
Hair
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
I am Tiana
On my feet until I can't go any longer
Promising myself everything will be worthwhile
And that all my dreams will come true.
I am Merida
Trying to find my own path
Desperately trying to evade my fate
Staying brave for everyone, including myself.
I am Rapunzel
A little bit conflicted sometimes
Dreaming of an adventure
But not to betray what she knows.
I am Mulan
Willing to be unconventional
And ready to protect her home and family
From dishonor and shame.
I am Belle
Making the best of seemingly impossible situations
Searching for knowledge and beauty within words
Spreading light to the darkest of souls.
I am Elsa
Who just wants to be free
To be able to use her gifts
Without hurting the people she loves.
I am me
The girl who sang into a pink-and-white plastic karaoke machine
To "I Won't Say I'm in Love"
Who saw these women as strong and beautiful.
I am a princess
The author, main character, and narrator of my story
Dancing to the beat of her own drum
Taking life's problems and turning them into lessons.
I am a heroine in my own right,
Disney or no.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Too young I was,
when I read about them.
Cinderella, Snow White and Belle.
Eyes glimmered, hope shimmered.
Young as I was,
So even I wanted to be like them.
Like Jasmine, who declared she was not a prize to be won.
Like Belle, who hated the misogyny that encircled her.
Like Merida, who challenged gender norms.
Like Tiana, who followed her passion.
So even I wanted to be like them.
Because they were the ones who showed me what I wanted to be.
But then I grew up,
I guess I grew up too much.
I heard questions and false accusations,
I saw them point fingers.
Point fingers at my idols.
They said,
'Princesses do not exist,
And even if they do, they're too perfect, too fake.
Too unqualified to be real because they do not make any mistake.
They laugh at the way Aurora let a stranger kiss her.
The mock the way poor Cinderella became a Queen.
They say they are weak.
They are weak? Why?
Because they dream?
Or maybe because they're too kind and too strong?
Too honest and right to be proven wrong?
They say they are weak because they do not fight for themselves.
But the Disney Princesses I've known,
do not need armours, wands and guns.
They do not need shields and magic and ammunition.
Oh yes! They might be just our imagination and nothing real.
But somewhere deep inside our hearts, they've given us hope made us all warriors.
So the Disney Princesses are the real warriors I've known.
They are,
the silent warriors.
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:02 AM 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
They have all signed their names in the register,
they are figures in a satirical play
the city is veiled with smoke
It’s 5 o’clock.
Rapunzel is in her tower
which she built it up herself
without doors or any window
above
beneath there’s Orwell’s world;
Merida is still running through the forest,
She wants to find a brigand
To go after the gargoyle’s register,
But the forest is burning.
And the Little Mermaid,
No longer came from the depth;
Though Peter Pan is still flying,
To find a curious
Sleeping Beauty
*
It’s 5 o’clock
and they have signed the register
they are people in a satiric world
they have covered the city
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 5:51 PM UTC
Its always been the same old story everyday,
The looping routine like movie scenes on replay,
Everything feels bland, dull and uninteresting,
God, I just wish for a change so thrilling.
It's always the same mistake
In every second, every minute actions I make
Everything has been controlled by anxiety
I wondered, when will my fears vanish and make things confidently.
This solitary life is a mess I want to flee
To leave it all behind, someone please take me
I'm left standing at a crossroads, waiting for that twist
Regardless of how long, for someone I don't want to miss
But seems I was blinded coz I can't see the light,
Or was I just looking for someone without noticing my might?
Standing in the rainy plains where the sky is gloom,
While hoping for someone to reach my hand in a place where I could be doomed
I hope to find you soon, pull you out of that dreaded fate
I'll be the one to quench your thirst, I hope I'm not too late
Someday we'll be together proud shouting each others names
And feels euphoria that we found each other in flames
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 11:47 AM UTC
i always wonder why
as i see cinderella cry
a surge of emotions wrap my head
that haunts me as i dream in bed
i always wonder why
i always loved to jump up high
unlike the tragic roots
of the little ariel who can't wear such boots
i always wonder why
the blonde rapunzel caught my eye
as i always seek for more
not contented of what's behind my door
i always wonder why
just like merida i'd touch the sky
such impenetrable rules hinder
my love for a life that's fuller
i always wonder and wonder
why do i feel the same
it is just the influence of the sealing border
or am i a princess just lost and without a name?
and i keep wondering, wondering and wondering
when will my life begin
as it seems that my time outside is just so fleeting
as i go back to the state where i am always aching
many would dream to be a disney princess
and i sure did sing like a damsel in distress
yet one thing i realized in this song
is i am a disney princess...
gone wrong.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
I know a place where happy ending always do come true.
Narnia? I don't think so,
Hogwarts? my answer is still no,
Disney land? I love to say no.
I'm not Snow White,
that if I eat a poison apple you will come and kiss me.
I'm not Cinderella,
that if I left my slipper you'll search to find me.
I'm not Aurora,
that if I pricked my finger in a spinning wheel you'll give me a true love's kiss.
I'm not Ariel,
that if you found out about me being a mermaid you'll accept me with my fins.
I'm not Belle,
even if I'm the most beautiful in town you're still not my Beast.
I'm not Jasmin,
even if you have the lamp I'm still not the one who you want to wish.
I'm not Pocahontas,
it will be hard for me to paint the color of the wind.
I'm not Mulan,
it will take me hundreds of year to follow my own heart beat.
I'm not Tiana,
but I know my dreams will not be completed without you.
I'm not Rapunzel,
but if I can I will treat your broken heart so you can love again.
I'm not Merida,
I can't shoot any arrows but you came straight to my heart.
I'm not Anna,
I can't travel in a cold just like her but I can endure the coldness living in your part.
I'm not Elsa,
I don't have any super powers but I have a fear, a fear that you will leave me.
I'm not Moana,
I don't think that the ocean will choose me but I decided to chose you.
I'm not a Disney Princess,
but I want to live in Disney land.
I'm not as good as they are,
but I still want to stay for a while.
I'm a lost girl from wonderland,
I'm a lost girl who wants to live in disney land,
I'm a lost girl who loves to be a princess,
I'm a lost girl who chose you to be my prince but you disagree.
I'm not a princess,
you're not my prince.
without having our once upon a time,
I got my own first tragic smile.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
If I had followed Peter,
I would have never grown up,
and my child like imagination would have stayed intact.
If I had read all the books like Belle,
I could have seen the beauty and wonder long before I missed out.
I wouldn’t have been so quick to judge.
If I could have had the courage to do what I long to do,
maybe Merida could have helped me through.
And if I had been a little more me,
and a lot less of what the world wanted,
then maybe I could embrace the uniqueness inside of me that Lilo never had a problem with.
Maybe I would have chased my dreams.
But who knows.
The future is still there,
and as long as tomorrow comes,
there is hope.
And I’ll try to embrace that.
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
Imaginations are turning into reality
Because she decided to reveal herself
Turning impossibilities into possibilities
An artist living inside her;
Soul of a woman who is craving for love ;
And her cravings transforming her ordinary words into a beautiful poetry.
It’s not just her poetry, it’s her soul language.
She is a woman designing her life the way she wants it;
And she is also writing her own future.
She is opening herself towards a fearless side of life,
She is as courageous and as brave as Merida.
Beyond the limits of society, she is exploring the wild side,
It’s her deepest desire to make her identity in the obscure world,
Lamentable deficiency of art is something insists her to seek great perhaps.
It’s a faithful words of a woman searching for an existence of poetry,
She has evinced an extent of zeal and looking forward to revealing herself,
Yet so far, her soul has become bounty of traveling to uncertainties,
And soon, the soul of a woman, an artist living inside her, and a poet in a world of poetry would soon turn imaginations into a reality..
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 3:58 AM UTC