Sunday, October 30, 2016

These Yet To Be United States by Maya Angelou

                  
Tremors of your network
cause kings to disappear.
Your open mouth in anger
makes nations bow in fear.

Your bombs can change the seasons,
obliterate the spring.
What more do you long for ?
Why are you suffering ?

You control the human lives
in Rome and Timbuktu.
Lonely nomads wandering
owe Telstar to you.

Seas shift at your bidding,
your mushrooms fill the sky.
Why are you unhappy ?
Why do your children cry ?

They kneel alone in terror
with dread in every glance.
Their nights ['rights' ? - Schrift nicht lesbar] are threatened daily
by a grim inheritance.

You dwell in whitened castles
with deep and poisoned moats
and cannot hear the curses
which fill your children's throats.
                                              

With this crazy election coming up, I had to find a poem that was relating to the turmoil in this country. I hope you enjoy your Sunday evening and don't think about the fact that Monday is just around the corner.

Friday, October 21, 2016

Song Sung Blue by Neil Diamond

Song sung blue
Everybody knows one
Song sung blue
Every garden grows one
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it get to feeling good
You simply got no choice
Me and you are subject to the blues now and then
But when you take the blues and make a song
You sing them out again
Song sung blue
Weeping like a willow
Song sung blue
Sleeping on my pillow
Funny thing, but you can sing it with a cry in your voice
And before you know, it started feeling good
You simply got no choice
Song sung blue
Song sung blue


Yes, music lyrics are often amazing poems! A lot of the time, I love the lyrics of a song more than the actual music. Hope you liked today's poem!

Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Beauty and the Beast by T.K.

There's a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
A wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother,
A monster, a beast.
What does the villain look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesn't always have a black cape,
Or a witch's broom,
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own,
But she's kind of hard to see.
She has a really good disguise-
She looks a lot like me.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Or maybe it's
Monster monster inside of me,
Tell me tell me what you see.
Rip me apart
Tear me to shreds
Make me a prisoner
Inside my own head
Tell me what I am
And tell me what I'm not.
Tell me what I need
And tell me what I got.
You bring out my scars
My sadness, fears, and aggression.
You cause me a lot of envy
And leave me with depression.
Deprive me of my confidence
Take away my self esteem
Cause me to fear judgment
And make me yell and scream.
You taunt me with your words
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it
There's no one else to blame.
This villain isn't a creature.
Or a devil sent from hell.
It isn't a witch or demon,
The villain is myself.
I try to fight it but it won't stop
It's never going to cease.
It's mean. It's a liar.
I'm the beauty and the beast.
There's a villain in every story,
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the monster,
When it lives inside of you?

-t.k.


Wednesday, October 19, 2016

A Betrayal by Lang Leav


I cannot undo
          what I have done;
          I can't un-sing
          a song that's sung.

And the saddest thing
          about my regret-

I can't forgive me
          and you can't forget.


I can't just do one tonight! Sorry! But in my defense, this isn't a very long one! But I absolutely love it! It reminds me that our actions are not able to be taken back. Our words, actions, and thoughts are things that we can't always reverse.

A Poem by Erin Hanson

I thought hard about what poem I would start off with, and this poem beat out all of the others.

Let me tell the tale
Of a girl who didn't stop,
Who climbed up every mountain
Without a pause upon the top.
She'd dance until each blade of grass
Was clothed in drops of dew,
And the sun knew her by name
But the silver moon did too.
For a fear had settled in her bones;
A fear of sitting still,
That if you're not moving forward
It must mean you never will.
So in time her dance got slower
And she looked at all she'd seen,
But found gaps inside the places
That she'd never fully been,
For she was a human doing
Human moving, human seeing,
But she'd never taken time
To simply be a human being.

~e.h




I absolutely love this poem. It's too easy to be caught up in the "instagramable" moments in life. We (and I mean I) need to remember that we need to live our lives, not just be living. I really hope that makes sense! Also, if anyone knows the true name of this poem, let me know! I looked on her website and wasn't able to find it. I would love to have the accurate name, but until then.. my title will have to make do.

I hope you have a great rest of the day and take the time to "simply be a human being."

Hello There!

Hi everyone! Hopefully someone out there finds this blog! I am a 20 something year old that absolutely loves the thought of being able to have a place to express any feelings that I may have on the internet. Sharing my thoughts and feelings with perfect strangers. I love being able to find something that we relate over and to be able to become instant friends.

Something that my friends and family don't know about me... is I love poetry. I can't write it to save my life, but I absolutely love reading it! I think that poetry is a dying breed in our day and that it doesn't receive the recognition that it deserves.

So.

Why am I telling you this?

While I will write my own posts on here from time to time, you'll be able to expect to see me post many poems that I find. I won't claim to be the author of any of them. I promise you I cannot write poetry to save my life. I am hoping to be able to post a new one each day, if not, I hope to post four new poems each week.

Also, I would love if any of you would share your favorite poems with me!

Stay tuned, and thanks for reading!