Meanings
It's funny, there was once a girl I knew who's name meant victory, but yet she was never the one who was truely victorious...
Contemplative poems
Contemplative poems — a collection of the best works on PoemShip.
Always
Always is such a funny word.
I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU. The boy tells the girl.
But how long is always?
Is always a day, a week, a month? A year, a decade... or just a few hours...
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What makes people unique?
Their mind? Their past?
Or what they create?
What they can make with their own hands,
With their own mind,
With their own past.
To have something that is truly, and only yours.
To create something that is as real in your mind,
As you are out of it.
As if every idea was a small white bird,
That you would watch fly away every morning,
And fly back every nightfall.
And what happens,
When you put that bird in a cage.
To be bound,
To only be able to say every idea but once,
Exams; Tests
Too late; we all sit
Teacher glares daggers
Explains what's expected
Hands out tests
glares more daggers
Tells us to start
I stare out the window
silently amused
as a leaf glides to the groud
Pens race across paper
scratching words into the room
that is usually filled with riot
Papers rattle and shiver
with the weight of words
that are collected again
(Again, only title given)
Wagon pulls in
Humans swarm around
Anxious to get a seat
Eager to leave the cold
Elbows stuck in faces
Teeth and nail marks on skin
Anxious to get a seat
Eager to leave the cold
Old women stumble
Old husbands curse
Crippled people grumble
All anxious to get a seat
Tired teens have the seats
Old and injured make them leave
Music playing, books read
Seats are taken and shared.
Bear's Day
Honey, Snow, Fall
A bear at the top of the tree
fighting bees for
the honey they make
The bear lumbers away
filled with honey
a snowflake settles
and more follow
falling from the sky
announcing winter's return
Until I After
Until I love I will
After love I won't
Finally
Until I cry I will
After I cry I won't
Finally
Until I'm angry I will
After anger I won't
Finally
Until I die I will
After death I won't
Finally
Who am I?
It's weird to think,
How I wake everyday,
But don't know why or what for.
It's weird to think,
I roam the earths as a person,
But of a person I don't know of.
my soul
My soul is connected to the sky
the colors of dawn is my happiness
The colors of dusk is my sorrow
the sunshine is my smile
the rain is my tears
and the thunder is my heartbreak
tell me how
some people
talk about happiness
with strength and everlasting sparkle
inside their eyes when they speak
when the only thing they carry is
pain and heartbreaks
deep inside
their heart
perhaps they are the kind of flowers
that still grows
after a forest fire
balanced
She's both
Peace and war
Hellfire and holy water
Ocean and sky
Devil and angel
And beautiful in her own world
Kind
a word so plain
easy to say
hard to be
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