Post by Kimba116 on Apr 12, 2012 3:09:13 GMT -5
I've been writing poetry for years and thought i would share some. I'll start out with the ones i've had published (www.poetry.com, which you'd need to know my real name) and then post my favorites or newer poems.
“The Way to Go” 4-18-99
My heart say yes,
my head says no.
I have to figure it out.
But how will I know?
I want to see your picture.
Hearing your voice would be better.
But everybody’s saying, “Be Careful”.
I’ve never felt this way.
I’m only 17.
Am I not ready?
I see it in the movies,
I see it on TV.
But it never happens this way.
Not to me anyway.
How I can tell if you’re lying?
I can’t.
How can you tell if I am?
There’s no way to know.
People always say the heart is the way to go.
“Dreams” 7-29-00
I lay awake at night.
Wondering if I’m doing alright.
Thinking about these dreams,
these days, these nights.
When will I realize my dreams?
When will I know what they mean?
The time keeps ticking,
and I keep thinking.
But day turns into night,
night turns into day.
When will I find my way?
I have a dream.
But it’s not what it seems.
When will I get my dream job?
When will i get my dogs?
It seems like it’s been so long.
Where have all my good days gone?
When will my dreams come true?
I wish I knew.
“Mature” 2-13-02
These stars are shining down on me from heaven,
All the beautiful souls watching my every move.
Watching down over me of relatives and friends of both young and old.
A pounding in my heart; A gentle ache,
One little pain that won’t go away.
Should I make my move or should i wait?
My dad always says to “Take it one day at a time”.
A voice that calls out in the middle of the night.
“One day at a time” he says and “ it will all be alright”.
This pain i’m in, one from the past.
One that is neither bad nor sad.
But an aching, a lonesome feeling,
That really makes me mad.
An idea of putting the past behind;
To pave my way to the future.
A way for me to set my mind at ease.
Just a thought that I want to explore.
A part of growing up I hear,
A means for me to make it go away;
Facing my fears and letting my mind soar.
I guess you could say that I’m becoming more mature.
“Hot” 7-14-04
Hot, sticky, humid, and sweaty:
That is the way this weather goes.
It is like this almost yearly.
Sometimes I feel like I need to doze.
I don’t want to do anything.
And if I did, I have no energy.
It is raining one minute,
While the next, it’s sunny.
It gets so hot I can’t sleep.
If only I knew where to find the fun.
I have no life, no man to speak.
When will all this heat be done?
I’m hungry. Yet it’s too hot to cook.
The TV’s on, but it’s all reruns.
I can’t even find a good book.
I could go out but I’m low on funds.
The summer is going way too fast.
But some people don’t see it like that.
How long will this warm weather last?
I don’t know and that’s a fact.
“Sometimes” 10-20-06
Sometimes like today, I feel like shit.
I often ask myself, if this is it.
What we have is mosly between us.
I honestly don’t want to fuss.
Sometimes I feel just like a muse.
I certainly don’t want you to blow a fuse.
Normally I’m a very content person,
but if I’m not, it’s not a sin.
Sometimes it seems like I’m in a rush.
Other times, I simply need to hush.
I guess what I’m trying to say,
is that you help to brighten my day.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to sleep.
I hardly ever even weep.
Today was one of those days,
it’s just hard to describe my ways.
“The Way to Go” 4-18-99
My heart say yes,
my head says no.
I have to figure it out.
But how will I know?
I want to see your picture.
Hearing your voice would be better.
But everybody’s saying, “Be Careful”.
I’ve never felt this way.
I’m only 17.
Am I not ready?
I see it in the movies,
I see it on TV.
But it never happens this way.
Not to me anyway.
How I can tell if you’re lying?
I can’t.
How can you tell if I am?
There’s no way to know.
People always say the heart is the way to go.
“Dreams” 7-29-00
I lay awake at night.
Wondering if I’m doing alright.
Thinking about these dreams,
these days, these nights.
When will I realize my dreams?
When will I know what they mean?
The time keeps ticking,
and I keep thinking.
But day turns into night,
night turns into day.
When will I find my way?
I have a dream.
But it’s not what it seems.
When will I get my dream job?
When will i get my dogs?
It seems like it’s been so long.
Where have all my good days gone?
When will my dreams come true?
I wish I knew.
“Mature” 2-13-02
These stars are shining down on me from heaven,
All the beautiful souls watching my every move.
Watching down over me of relatives and friends of both young and old.
A pounding in my heart; A gentle ache,
One little pain that won’t go away.
Should I make my move or should i wait?
My dad always says to “Take it one day at a time”.
A voice that calls out in the middle of the night.
“One day at a time” he says and “ it will all be alright”.
This pain i’m in, one from the past.
One that is neither bad nor sad.
But an aching, a lonesome feeling,
That really makes me mad.
An idea of putting the past behind;
To pave my way to the future.
A way for me to set my mind at ease.
Just a thought that I want to explore.
A part of growing up I hear,
A means for me to make it go away;
Facing my fears and letting my mind soar.
I guess you could say that I’m becoming more mature.
“Hot” 7-14-04
Hot, sticky, humid, and sweaty:
That is the way this weather goes.
It is like this almost yearly.
Sometimes I feel like I need to doze.
I don’t want to do anything.
And if I did, I have no energy.
It is raining one minute,
While the next, it’s sunny.
It gets so hot I can’t sleep.
If only I knew where to find the fun.
I have no life, no man to speak.
When will all this heat be done?
I’m hungry. Yet it’s too hot to cook.
The TV’s on, but it’s all reruns.
I can’t even find a good book.
I could go out but I’m low on funds.
The summer is going way too fast.
But some people don’t see it like that.
How long will this warm weather last?
I don’t know and that’s a fact.
“Sometimes” 10-20-06
Sometimes like today, I feel like shit.
I often ask myself, if this is it.
What we have is mosly between us.
I honestly don’t want to fuss.
Sometimes I feel just like a muse.
I certainly don’t want you to blow a fuse.
Normally I’m a very content person,
but if I’m not, it’s not a sin.
Sometimes it seems like I’m in a rush.
Other times, I simply need to hush.
I guess what I’m trying to say,
is that you help to brighten my day.
Sometimes it’s hard for me to sleep.
I hardly ever even weep.
Today was one of those days,
it’s just hard to describe my ways.
I'll substitute "I Hate My Boss" until i can locate it. 
