Sample Of My Poems
I have been given the chance to come across so amazing writers/ poets in the making and I am grateful to have been able to read what flows from their mind onto paper. I love listening to other writers read their writing because their passion shines and it encourages me to continue writing. I love the connection you get when you re with other writers. It is almost like a family bond. Writing is something that brings strangers together and people closer. I am so grateful I have discovered it. I am very new to this whole poetry thing but I look forward to gaining more experience in life and being able to write about all the things I see and feel. And so the journey begins with me and my poems in my little leather book.
Advice From A Stranger
This man told me once "Whatever you do, do not fall in love".
I always wondered why he told me this.
He must of had his heart broken so badly that he swore to himself that he would never love again.
Oh she must of been so beautiful for a man to swear such a vow like that.
Or maybe he loved someone that never loved him back.
Maybe he was just narcissistic, maybe he had a rough up bringing.
Or maybe he has just never loved at all.
To Gain
I write wishing that I was better.
For the words I write on paper to sound like music, for the emotions I express to look like art.
But for that I need experience... And for me I have very little of that.
Experience of the world, experience of love, experience of anything.
Anything then what I experience now.
Hope
The rain falls and she kisses me slowly,
The delicacy of her lips remind me that the sun will shine tomorrow.
The Calendar
365 days.
525 600 minutes.
31536000 seconds.
All adding up to one year.
A year of love.
A year of pain.
A year of sorrow.
A year of regret.
A year of chance.
A year of desire.
But a year is just a year.
365 days.
525 600 minutes.
31536000 seconds.
One year.
Advice From A Stranger
This man told me once "Whatever you do, do not fall in love".
I always wondered why he told me this.
He must of had his heart broken so badly that he swore to himself that he would never love again.
Oh she must of been so beautiful for a man to swear such a vow like that.
Or maybe he loved someone that never loved him back.
Maybe he was just narcissistic, maybe he had a rough up bringing.
Or maybe he has just never loved at all.
To Gain
I write wishing that I was better.
For the words I write on paper to sound like music, for the emotions I express to look like art.
But for that I need experience... And for me I have very little of that.
Experience of the world, experience of love, experience of anything.
Anything then what I experience now.
Hope
The rain falls and she kisses me slowly,
The delicacy of her lips remind me that the sun will shine tomorrow.
The Calendar
365 days.
525 600 minutes.
31536000 seconds.
All adding up to one year.
A year of love.
A year of pain.
A year of sorrow.
A year of regret.
A year of chance.
A year of desire.
But a year is just a year.
365 days.
525 600 minutes.
31536000 seconds.
One year.
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