Petals pink and soft
The centre gold stamen froth
Surrounded by leaves
Petals pink and soft
The centre gold stamen froth
Surrounded by leaves
I should be doing study
Not writing out poetry
I’m being silly
He walked the road alone
He was not yet nearly home
Home was far away
He once met a man online
Who he thought was terribly fine
He’s beating him a chess
His game is a mess
And I can’t think of a last line
There once was a boy from dancing
Who worked very hard at his prancing
He met a girl dancer
She liked him and he her
And off they would go for a twirling
Online there lurk trolls in their holes
They can’t see all the hurt that befalls
Manners are all gone
No one puts their phone down
To see people fall down rabbit holes
I once owned a poodle named Dudeles
Whose fur looked a lot like noodles
He cost lots of money
His fur looked like honey
But he hated my poor labradoodles
I once saw a girl on a train
Who just sat and stared out at the rain
She sat there so still
It became hard to tell
Whether she’d become part of the train
One night she just couldn’t sleep
She had even tried counting sheep
But they all ran away
And ate all of her hay
Making her break down and weep
There was a child with a dilemma
They didn’t quite understand gender
It was more than a faze
It was not just a craze
They might have been both or neither
There was a silly young girl
Who fell for a girl with a curl
She knew it was pointless
Telling her would be useless
But her poor head remained in a whirl
There was a skinny old baker
Whose wife wouldn’t eat what he made her
He gave up in despair
Tried to pull out his hair
Then got a new idea and ate her
In the creek flowing out of the Hill
Lives a pixie that calls herself Jill
She has sharp little claws
Pointy teeth, deadly jaws
And makes the best bottles of swill
There once was a cow from Dover
Who would only eat four leaved clover
She suffers terrible stress
And her horns were a mess
The moon she would never jump over
There once was a boy named Matt
Who was wearing a floppy old hat
It was awfully smelly
And a bird he’d named Nelly
Had made a fine nest where she sat
Don’t be shy for I won’t tell
I can keep a secret well
Whisper to me in my ear
So that only I can hear
Tell me all your secrets
Tell me all your tip bits
Don’t be afraid I won’t spill
I promise that I never will
Spread your wings and fly away
Don’t come back again today
Let your wings carry you far
Past the moon to a distant star
You’ll be safe there despite the heat
You were made for fire not sleet
Lay your egg there where it can hatch
And where it’s safe from those who snatch
Now go before I change my mind
Don’t be the last one of your kind
Below me lies the ground
I see it as I fly
Ready am I to sing as
Daylight fills the sky
I look at you and think
A person how beautiful, I love that you have flaws
Differences make beauty
We hate our own and love each others
But someone will love yours, just wait and see
They are not really flaws
I saw a ghost while driving
I was on my way to work
When I saw it and it saw me
As it drifted slowly by
I saw a ghost while walking
I was taking my dog with me
It saw us, my dog was indifferent
As he was busy decorating a tree
I saw a ghost while waiting
For the arrival of the train
I looked at it and it at me
It vanished with the first drop of rain
I saw a ghost while reading
I was sitting up in a tree
It drifted down behind me
To read my book with me
If I saw me,
What would I see?
Would it be me?
Or would it be
A reflection of
What I wanted to be?
When I see you,
What will I see?
Will I see you?
Or will it be
What you wish
For me to see?
We see us,
What do we see?
Do we see us?
Or are we self created visions?
Let slip subtle signs
No one sees, OR
They pretend they HAVE
Colours, words, silences
They IGNOR or miss
THEM. The signs
That could have told
A story TOGETHER.
Be open to the words
They don’t bite
They’re WORDS aren’t they?
Or are they more
‘Do we need them?’
Bring people together
Then why not let them
We have a NEED
To explain, to categorise
All just want to belong?
I got the idea for this post from Anni, her blog is Gentle Kindness and the link to her post is Writing Challenge “Alphabetical About” Yourself Poem.
Artistic in my own way
Beauty make my day
Careing about everyone
Daring to love someone
Enjoying what I’ve got
Fearing it will be hot
Growing and learning
Helping and planning
Just some about fairies
Kind of a bit awkward
Like a bear, with a sword
Makes cleaning fun
Not neccessarily for everyone
Organised in some ways
Playing netball always
Quiet and very shy
Really wish to fly
Still getting lost a lot
Trying new thing in a pot
Unsure of who I am
Very sure of some
Writing is fun for me
X finding can also be
Years since I’ve been to hospital
Zero tollerence for very little
Wave after wave in an endless cascade,
Starts to ease but can never quite fade.
A wave that washes over you day after day,
There’s nothing you can do and nothing to say.
You watch the reports but they tend to lie,
You even start, to stop trusting the sky.
It’s heat waves that keep on making you cry,
Wishing for cool is liking wishing you could fly.
Tomorrow I will clean my room,
Wash the windows and vaccume.
Pick up clothes to hang and fold,
Cleaning up makes me feel bold.
Dusting books, and sorting them,
By the authors name again.
Clearing off all the flat surfaces,
There will be more open spaces.
Get rid of things I shouldn’t keep,
Leave room to walk, work and sleep.
Words that are so interesting and new,
They make stories come out of the blue.
Words that whisper things in your ear,
You don’t understand yet what you hear.
You taste them on you tong let them roll,
And slowly fall from your lips and toll.
Words you’ve never heard before now,
Their power leaves you wondering how.
How could you have done without them before,
These words leave you wanting to learn more.
New words that make things more succinct,
They can now be used with your instinct.
I feel the need to write, come like a hunger,
Then pick up a pen but then it is no longer
There. The words they have all gone away,
I chace them, wanting for them to stay.
Then other times I feel no need to write at all,
But feel the obligation and the words just fall,
Right out of the end of my pen or from finger tips,
But creative words rarely fall from these lips.
Knowing when to write is impossible for some,
Easier for others, and to some does natural come,
It can flow free or be forced, onto the white pages,
Lasting only seconds or surviving through the ages.
I’m sick of all these feelings
Their stange confusing meanings,
Wishing fun was simple again,
And I could just pick up a pen.
But things change, don’t they,
Unexpected feelings make you pay,
Feelings you can’t, make go away,
Moments in which you wish you could stay.
Wishing you didn’t have to feel,
Wishing for, a heart of steel,
Simultaneously, not feeling enough,
Maybe you shouldn’t be so tough.
Leaving is hard when you know,
You have got nothing to show,
Nothing to remember the moment by,
Except the stars, in the night sky.
Confusion is all part of growing,
It comes from now knowing,
That you don’t fit in the boxes.
Some of the boxes are inflexible,
They make you uncomfortable,
But some have a bit of give.
The boxes, are inescapable,
Though some are very unstable,
And new ones can be made.
So don’t give up, be brave,
Find ones you’d like to save,
Or, make the new ones.
My room now resembles something vaguely functional,
A place that now feels far more manageable.
It no longer looks like a crime scene,
The floor can suddenly be seen.
My desk is clear of the piles of books,
That threatened to fall at the slightest of knocks.
But there’s still plenty to be done,
Lurking in the corners out of the sun.
When things go wrong, one after the other,
I start to wonder, why I bother.
But then, I remember the reason why,
Without the bad, good’s hard to spy.
What if I quit?
Threw a fit.
Had a day off.
Would it take off.
Would I give up,
Or is it enough,
To remember why,
My fingers fly,
Across the keys,
Thoughts of mine,
In an untidy line,
Does anyone else, see faces in wood?
Does anyone else, feel misunderstood?
Does anyone else, feel safe in bed?
Does anyone else, call spiders Fred?
Does anyone else, see dragons in clouds?
Does anyone else, feel anxious in crowds?
Does anyone else, feel safe high in a tree?
Does anyone else, or is it just me?
Sometimes it’s easier to finish everything when there’s more to do.
Sometimes it makes me feel energised to run when I’m tired.
Sometimes it’s easier to keep going when it’s harder.
When I get more done when I have less time.
When I’m tired it’s hardest to sleep.
I smile when I’m really angry.
I laugh when I’m hurt.
You may be the only mother, that I ever had,
But you are the best, don’t worry about that.
Thank you for always, being there for me,
Even when I drive you, totally crazy.
Thank you for loving me, no matter what,
I don’t know if you know, but it really means a lot.
I’ll love you back forever, we both know that is true,
I just want to tell you, just how much, I love you.
The stages of a cold,
Are something to behold.
They go a bit like this,
They start with just a sniff.
Then you have a headache,
A sore throat and an earache.
You feel completely miserable,
But noticing people are unable.
Then you suddenly feel okay,
But your nose almost runs away.
Then suddenly everyone notices,
Your sick, giving sympathy overdoses.
I’m tired of staying up late,
I’m tired of sleeping past eight.
I’m tired of uni assessments,
And ridiculous group assignments.
I’m tired of all the confusion,
I’m tired of this seclusion.
I’m tired of rushing around,
And there being too much sound.
I’m tired of missing my mates,
I’m tired of the lack of debates.
I’m tired of all the disasters,
And the ridiculously happy broadcasters.
I’m tired of living in moments,
I’m tired of missing components.
I’m tired of missing the past,
And fearing what the future will cast.
I’m sick and tired of my hair,
I’m sick of finding it everywhere.
In the shower and sink,
In my food and my drink.
In bed tangled around my toes,
On my pillow, tickling my nose.
It wont dry in the winter,
Make me hot in summer.
My pony tail slaps me in in the face,
Makes me loose my place.
Strangles me at night,
Giving me such a fright.
Tumbles all over my work,
Why does it have to be such a jerk?
I have way too much hair,
I have more than enough to share.
I love you like a sister,
And right now, I miss ya.
No I love you more than that,
I think but like, I don’t know what.
We’ve been best friend for ages,
And friends since the early stages.
‘Is she you’re sister?’ people say,
‘No,’ I smile and laugh and it’s okay.
If they looked closer they could see,
How different, you are, from me.
We laughed about it often before,
Spending time with you is never a bore.
I read your thoughts and you read mine,
We answer questions at the same time.
I didn’t realise how hard it’d be,
Not to see you, reg-u-lar-ly.
Rain drops, on a tin roof,
But they, are not real proof.
That the drought is now over,
That Australia will recover.
Politicians want to look the good guy,
No water restrictions needed, pigs might fly.
Of all the year round the best time of all,
Is winter when you want to predict the rainfall.
This usually works, when you live in Croydon,
You’ll be glad of my advice when you don’t get rained on.
When you open your door on a bright sunny morning,
Don’t be fooled, just listen to me and take my warning,
The rain will be falling in the next twelve hours,
The frogs will be happy and so will the flowers.
When you open the door and its misty and cold,
Don’t be put off, that weather won’t hold,
The sun will come out and banish the fog,
But predicting rainy mornings is like predicting a dog.
Snow falling in sheets,
In thin paper sheets.
The pages online,
In lines that all rhyme.
Through layers of links,
Like snow that just sinks.
It all seems endless,
But it’s for the best,
When it is all read,
I’ll sleep well in bed.
My eyes may fall out,
But it’s what it’s about,
That makes it worth while,
It still makes me smile.
I dropped a gold coin in a well,
I watched it sparkle as it fell.
I made a wish that couldn’t come true,
I wished I could fly, in the sky so blue.
To my surprise my wish was granted,
I could fly whenever I wanted.
But I’m afraid, it wasn’t all I’d heard,
It’s over rated, being a bird,
Bush fire on our street,
Pitter, patter of some feet.
Fire engine goes past,
Shut the window fast.
To stop the alarm,
From causing more harm.
When people sleep,
Without counting sheep.
The fire wont spread far,
No need to prepare the car.
They are just burning off,
Or some similar stuff.
Why would they not explain,
It really is a pain.
To wonder what’s going on,
Anxious something is wrong.
It’s probably okay,
But I can’t really say.
Running until you feel sick.
Head spinning, breath gasping.
Sweat running, dripping.
Collision, skid, bump.
This is how it feels.
This is what I love.
The crocodile lay submerged.
He saw a bird and emerged.
His jaws opened wide.
The bird tried to hide
They, snapped closed.
The bird was enclosed.
Now all that is left is a feather.
Oh well that’s nature.
The magpie black and white,
One day took flight.
He flew up, into the air,
He was, without a care.
He sawed and swooped,
He twirled and looped.
The air currents, he enjoyed,
He thought he’d never be destroyed.
The gun went bang, the feathers flew,
And that was the last, that poor bird knew.
There once was a girl
She would get in a whirl,
When there was too much to do.
She would stress far more than you.
She would get in a flap.
She could not take a nap,
Until everything was as, good as new,
And there was nothing left to do.
The python lay in wait for prey,
Nothing could keep that monster at bay.
It’s eyes upon a bird did land,
The bird upon the ground did stand.
It opened its mouth wide,
And caught the bird inside.
It quickly wrapped its coils around,
The bird couldn’t move or make a sound.
That poor old bird it got squeezed,
It suffocated, how could it breath?
When the bird died he was gobbled up,
If you are a bird in the air, I would stay up.
There are many types of fears,
Fears can make you burst into tears.
Fears were made for your safety,
Fears can inspire great bravery.
We all have, our own fears,
They will pass and change, over the years.
Is fear good? I think I know,
Its for a reason and it is so.
i wrote this a while ago hope you enjoyed it.