"trailblazer" poems
I sit here and ponder
As a trailblazer,
No
A pioneer,
No
A lazy explorer,
Whatever that means, but sure
On a relatably aspect,
I'm really just a simple court jester
A third wheel passenger
A classic trope
The main guy, brushed off by those who used to claim to care
Ignored like a wondering stranger
Both lead actor and expendable,
None playable character
A name not worth trying to remember
Never a shred of credit offered either
An already undesirable role turned disaster picture
Struggling to hold it together
Both as a lover and a fighter,
Man and provider
An overdramatic graphic designer,
Not a producer
Also fighting nature as a stand alone reality denier
Because "it's not fair"
...or whatever
A true, true believer
...in what though?
I'm still not sure,
Go figure
©2024
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 2:20 PM UTC
It took one who was blind
To teach me how to see.
Someone who was cold
Thawed this heart in me.
I learned from the cruel
How to truly understand.
And when you walked away,
I learned to be my own man.
I learned from the lies
To recognize what is real.
From a stony hand,
I learn how to feel.
I have a new love
That reaches parts of me.
You never could touch.
You showed me who not to be.
You rode off into a bright and blue day.
I went into the dark to be saved,
You came back to lie to my face,
But I...
I Could not see past those trails that you blazed
And I'd...
I'd already found the love that I crave
You loose...
Now your head's in a haze.
Thing about it is -
The heart that you break is yours,
And the love that you take is from you.
The lies you believe are your own.
The suckerpunch you don't see coming
Is the very one you've thrown.
You know you were *****
You know you were wrong.
I am not judging.
But I wouldn't be in your shoes for long.
Why don't you go and blaze another trail.
You say it's different this time.
But just like all the other times,
What's not different is everything is different.
I am different.
The only thing that is the same is you.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
Though I style my curly braids with ribbons bright,
and colour my sweet moist lips with royal red
to look as bright and fair as a newly wed.
Though I stand on two towers to get a better height,
with eyelashes that beckon at each gazer.
Though my trendy gowns make me a trailblazer
with great designer labels that distinguish.
Though I have curves which men wished they could relish,
revealed slightly through my ******** clad frame.
Though I have this charm which could hardened hearts tame,
making vicious criminals to dream and lust,
still I am nothing more than organic dust.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 8:47 AM UTC
Trailblazer learner auf all that may be
spoken, the awar...
wind sound wound clocks
wind down...
Not Spelchek, her viral redit kids
infect us, no, they never run down,
they invest us as
Flavius Josephus invested his story
as Rome invested Jerusalem
the true histerical history
approach leads to riddle liddle
kurioish timerish
triptrap thingys,
witty inventions. Who imagined these?
Take A. I.
AI or Al or ah,
beware beveraware
the missin' aitches an' gees andees.
it sets the tone. light
hearted
may be
it's a trick, you never saw, but
we've been here, you and I,
dear reader imaginin' in me
---
every word written on the internet
is now in the blind's kindest voice
choice award since the very
beginning of robotic
readers, like you, dear spelchek,
refugee from Tolstoryer's
idle word pile,
though ye be.May your children rule as
flexibly as thee.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC
Without any effort, you walked into the room
And said, “This is my world now.”
Hurdles are pebbles to you;
Stresses fit in a thimble to you;
Obstacles – nothing to you;
It’s an honour to simply know you.
The way that you smile turns my heart into gold
And my face the brightest red.
Voice like smooth honey, lips soft as satin;
How do you make it look so effortless?
Your nervousness is unwarranted, you're great and you know it;
You needn’t worry yourself.
Your intelligence and beauty and strive pile up
Like the books on all of our shelves.
It seems like I waste all my time and strength,
Just to simply break through.
But you, you – in all of your lovely ways,
It seems so easy for you.
Your eyes simply drown me, even when you
Aren’t around me – what isn’t just easy for you?
You make us all proud,
And we shout it out loud,
“I KNOW her! – does she know YOU?”
Glasses or no, you’re beautiful, though
You make it so easy – you do.
You give us all hope, make us loosen the rope,
And become as well-rounded as you.
Expectations you set, we will reach them yet,
But we can’t make it easy like you.
Smart, gorgeous, electric, and sweet –
Pioneer; trailblazer; that’s you.
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
I want to drive
Until I can't tell the difference between road and sky
Until these tire tracks cross out every line in that letter you left
Until the whipping wind blows away your scent on my skin
Until the bright white sun blurs every vision of us
And get so far, so fast,
that the memory of you could never catch up
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
My kind of girl
Understands who she is
Stands for what she believes in
She cannot be broken
No one can belittle her
When trials come her way
She remains unfazed
My kind of girl
Walks with confidence
She exudes excellence
An epitome of elegance
She does due diligence
Being mindful of her intelligence
Because she knows her importance
My kind of girl
Builds her own future
A certified trailblazer
Who utilizes the power within her
To be of good influence
Always on top of her game
Yes, she keeps soaring like an eagle
My kind of girl
Takes charge of her own life
Secures her name in historical archives
For she is no ordinary woman
An extraordinary being
She dares to dream
In the world, she makes a difference
That is my kind of girl
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 10:54 AM UTC
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging
teasing tendency thirst *******
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology
tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity
together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
*********** therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician
toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp
twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling
to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening
taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor
toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Trailblazer of blame and negativity
You only bring anger and tears
You've instilled in me so much over the years,
Good ethics and bad but most of all many fears.
When I think of you I only think of the word "abandoner"
You held everyone else closer than me
But I'm yours can't you see
There was once a future for us, that can no longer be.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 8:18 PM UTC
For every knight, an adventure awaits.
He traverses through the perilous chasms
of the demons of his reality,
Even the slog of Belphegor's swamp,
or the field of chivalry
where other knights dare challenge him,
Nothing will impede the quest for his princess.
His confidence: his steed,
His willpower: his armor,
but his Excalibur is nothing more than his desire,
to which cuts down everything that obstructs his way.
The fire blazing in his heart
immolates his entire being,
The trailblazer will charge toward his princess.
But quietly, the silver snake rattles behind him.
With each link, it constricts:
tightening, choking, draining,
Frantic he turns,
desperately reaching to find this adversary.
The scaly one skulks through unnoticed
but ever present it stalks his pray,
And finally after binding his beloved freedom,
His princess is left waiting
Metallic wheezes of his steed
scratch through the air like nails on a chalkboard,
littered on the bloodstained grass
lay shattered remains of his breastplate torn asunder.
His most treasured blade now dulled,
incapable of cutting through the thirst of his ambition
The knight is draped across the floor,
a doormat to an abandoned home,
With his final breath his last thoughts are of his Rapunzel,
as his torch finally extinguishes.
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 5:00 PM UTC
Petite, pixie tangerine
As mawkish as the taste of something saccharine
Ludicrous, gawky pair of vague hoops
Forbidden with the cheapest boos
Body's wrapped in a fiery Mongolian coat
Personality-shelves loaded with gloat
She is made of silver and gold
Though in three hundred and sixty-five days,
She had lost courage, had lost hope
The juvenile decided to go red in rust
Like her heart, her blood, her wrath, and her pampers
She puffily cries for help and for the pity,
For the exposed and the logical ******
Thereby, her cheekbones bulged inhumanely,
Stock-still, specked with a festoon of Simper
Such an extravagant trailblazer
A Sangria wine in hand and a fruit ****
With a similar gleam of her deep, raspberry gloss
And the way her chapped lips touched the rim,
It's not as fascinating as it seems,
Because she knows on her part that her heart is lost
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Only an artists knows about
Dancing lights
Lonesome fights
the lurid phase of darker nights
Dead silence
Unspoken perseverance.
Only an artist see through
Real beauty of every heart
In fact, second side of every ****
Everyone sees blues
He remains imaginative toward life's hues
That's what makes him an nightly trailblazer
Inquisitive to self made problems and a decipher.
An Artist feels the dialects of wind and how it cleaves
What it says and how much weight it carries
Every rain summer and winter passes by under the eye of his heart,
Through heart of his art,
If he could feel the way it is,
He can shape up to the way as he wishes.
Methought, it was a game of mind
I gotta know when i by myself entangled
For me, it's like eat sleep and imagine
None next than burning myself on clock's trine
I found peace of day at 3 am
Picture of an fictitious world exist at right burial
Of all animal
Into bed for some time.
If I talk about pain healer?
If I talk about motivator?
What if I talk about gumptional trap?
No, all are lies for you unless
If you don't want to feel, heal or be a muse
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Pen to paper
I need a new muse
Reclaim what I love
So it’s no longer about you
Stop all these thoughts
Dead in their tracks
Trail blaze some new ones
That don’t take me back
I’ll grab the flashlight
And summon my courage
This might not come easily
But it will be worth it
Things might get dark
I won’t pretend it won’t be hard
But one day at a time
I’ll carve with ink new vessels to this heart
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
You don’t love me
You haven’t even met me
You can’t love me
You’ve only seen me in parts
It’s not your fault
Yellow me can be so loud
I like her most
She floats through life like a game
She made me friends
Nice and easy to look at
She is simple
You’ve probably met red me
I can’t hide her
If I tried she would riot
She’s a leader
Motivated and spunky
A trailblazer
She’s new in my life, for sure
I’m glad she came
Perhaps you’ve passed by purple
She’s a bit odd
A writer, a romantic
She's writing this
She sees everything we do
Through rose glasses
She wants beauty in all things
She keeps searching
For some higher meaning
Purple is naive
Though I fight her blue seeps through
Too many see her
Blue builds up til she breaks out
She weighs me down
She is guilt, self doubt and tears
She’s pitiful
I despise her, but she stays
Blue seeks escape
Few have seen the storm in me
Gray is vicious
She's erratic, she destroys
She's hardly seen
Those who have wish they didn't
Gray brings torment
Even I cannot love Gray
But Gray is me
No one has loved all of me
So why would you
Now before you profess love
Please, remember
You can't love just one color
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Disappointed? By what?
Because I won't follow you blindly?
You had plans, and I broke them,
shattered like your dreams.
Call me rebellious or independent,
a trailblazer if you will,
but all I am is me,
The plans of mine I will fulfill.
Let me be free,
let me sow these seeds,
the sprouts of success,
You will see,
What it means to be me.
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 10:44 AM UTC
Her and her indomitable will
She’ll bend and burn, and will stay still
For she, who can endure, can conquer
The patient, is the hopeful growing flowers
A squat in the storm, a breeding of power
A trailblazer who can also be a follower
And in time, you’ll see
What an ache of a disciplined could be
Beneath the curves of a tired bending body
The prize of her and her indomitable will
Jul 17, 2022
Jul 17, 2022 at 11:40 PM UTC
He talks so smooth, **** and sophisticated
He amplifies and exhilarates my dreams
Debonair dreadhead attraction
Heavenly fresh locs locked to my heart
Dazzling black diamond eyes
He is my wild
My smooth sensational high
I crave to dance in his sea of waves
Harbor his hot sauce in my heart
Marvel at his swirling chocolate thunder
How I hunger for his fragrant fluid flesh
To fuse to mine, enliven my mind
Bright bold trailblazer
He is a sultry sweet simile
Shimmering in my mouth
A spectacular amorous anaphora
Sliding along the walls of my throat
I want to feel his vibrant valiant masculineness
Lingering in my digestive system
Charm me with his hot starry wonderment
Change my world with his magical jazzy attractiveness
His flaming electric gregariousness
I yearn to venture to vivid thrilling sights
Within his scrumptious dimension
Melt into the steamy memories we make
The teasing wet, and long kisses we engage in
His invigorating fragrance flowing in my marvelous midst
Mar 26, 2022
Mar 26, 2022 at 8:15 PM UTC
A trailblazer you were of fire and heat
Cut your own cloth unravelled in silken sheet
A sparkle to your facet
Though when you met with her
She became your sun
When heat applied to stone
Over exposure drew you dull
Fading
into
Sunlight
.
.
Falling
topaz
.
on
comets
run
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Rainfall brings so much clarity
amplifying absence
creating space for quiet weather
and crisp evening skin feel appreciation
the rain is heavy down
but will let up
she is a trailblazer
a perspective paradigm
embodiment of change, need, rest, force, release, and control
the rain is change
a shallow experience of temporary depth
tumultuous girl
there is no one like her
yet here i am
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 11:17 PM UTC