I love writing poems. I can let my feelings out without feeling like I’m ranting. It gives me time to collect my thoughts and set them in some sort of order. It can be hard to process thoughts, especially the more horrible ones. But when I look back at my poetry I can feel how I felt at the time.
I don’t know whether my poetry is any good. But what people have told me is that it comes across as genuine. I hope people can feel just a part of how I was feeling at the time I wrote it.
But what I really hate is what I call douchebag poetry. The bearded hipster of poetry (I’m the lazy poet in the bunny slippers).
Sometimes I read a poem and I think what are you trying to say? Why have you used these words you would never use in real life? Are you trying to sound smarter? Where is the feeling?
I look at poetry competitions and I’m put off because my poetry is nothing like any winners I’ve seen. I’ve seen good poetry – way better than mine. But so much of it is.. bleh…
Maybe my poetry isn’t for the competitions. Maybe one day I’ll give it a go. Maybe all poetry is good poetry for someone… Just like beauty is in the eye of the beholder? Maybe I just don’t like what I don’t understand…
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This is a poem I found in the drafts folder of my email from around about this time last year. It’s weird how things change is a year. I must have been in a really bad mood on this day. But now I can look back and laugh at it…
It’s not ok when you don’t answer the phone?
Did you even make it home?
You miss my call, but that’s ok
We never really have much to say
Can’t sleep if you don’t say goodnight
There’s a thin line between worry and fright
But if I didn’t answer straight away
I’m sure you’d have something to say
The next time I picture your death
Dream of you taking that final breath
I’ll know you’re really safe at home
You just can’t be bothered
To pick up your phone…
I keep saying I’m going to catch up on the days I’ve missed.. But I really don’t think I will so I’m just going with the flow. Today feels like spring is finally here. So I’m giving you A Recipe for Spring.
A handful of forget-me-nots
And a daisy chain
Sprinkle in sunshine
And April rain
The first flowering daffodil
You see in bloom
The scent of lavender
To fill the room
Bluebells and mushrooms
From a fairy ring
All of this makes up
A recipe for Spring
For today’s poem I’m looking back on this month. It’s been a hard month. But I got through it.
It’s those thoughts buzzing round your head
Restless when you get in bed
Tired but you never sleep
Getting sick of counting sheep
Staring into dark and black
All those times you can’t take back
Slowly watching time pass by
No more tears, eyes are dry
Finally the sun will rise
Through the curtains, hurts your eyes
Time to start another day
Time to find another way
So that’s two I’ve got to catch up on now. I’m not doing so well. So this weekend I’ll have to put some thought in. But for now I’m going to cheat with a quick attempt at a Haiku. I’m tired and lazy..
A cool breeze
Heat high in the sky
So I forgot yesterday. I’ll have to have a catch-up day at some point. I don’t even have an idea for a poem today and there’s only 40 minutes left…
Time and time again
I wish I was somewhere else
It’s simple and it’s plain
It’d be so easy somewhere else
I find it hard to see
What’s it’s like to be another
I find it hard to be
Myself around all the others
In this life it’s such a shame
We can’t live out our dreams
But there’s no one we can blame
If alls not what it seems
Not sure where that came from. But there you go…
I did it. I got to day 7 – a whole week… just about. It’s been a week of crappy little rhymes thought up at the last minute. I’m ridiculously forgetful (especially lately) and get the moment of panic before I go to sleep. But it’s an improvement on what I would have been doing… nothing.
Today’s poem is inspired by a quote I found on Pinterest. It pretty much sums up exactly how I’m feeling at the moment.
I’ve seen the future and yes it’s bright
Looks like you’re finally getting it right
Whatever you want you’ve got it, it’s there
You’re living your life without a care
Those days of worry are far behind
You did it; you managed to learn to unwind.
Of course I can’t see what hasn’t yet been
It’d settle my mind to know, to have seen
The future, what’s coming, what will it be?
I haven’t the patience to wait and see
I wish I only had the chance
Just to have a little glance.