Why wait?

Why wait until Valentines Day to tell someone you like them?
Why wait for a special occasion to wear your best outfit?
Why wait until Christmas to give presents?
Why wait until the holidays to relax?
Why wait until hometime to talk to your family?
Why wait until retirement to see the world?
Why wait until summer to eat ice cream?

Why live by such conventions when you could just enjoy life?

Night

When every colour turns to brown
When every leaf is on the ground
When clouds obscure once starry skies
We know that our friend Autumn dies

The wretched cold and ceaseless rain
The callous wind that roars in pain
The sun and birds retreat in fright
For this is the unending night.

Autumn, How I Love You

Autumn, how I love you
With your colourful display
Your leaves rustling softly
As the summer drifts away

Autumn, how I love you
With the crispness of your touch
Your dew settling lightly
On our spider webs and such

Autumn, how I love you,
How your beauty fills my soul
Your soft sun sparkles everywhere
I stand here, breathe, am whole.

Psychological Analysis of a Messy Bedroom

The crumpled heap that is my bed
Reflects the chaos in my head
The mix of clothes strewn on the floor
Tells stories of my inner-war
This crumb right here, that toe-nail there:
It's obvious I'm in despair!

But it could be that I'm not crazy:
Perhaps it's simply that I'm lazy.

Her Wedding Dress

The snowmen she used to build,
All dressed in white.
The paper snowflakes she used to cut,
Lacy as a cobweb all a-dew.
A cloud woven in for that walk-on-air feeling,
This is the dress that's made of a chirpy childhood.

Broken Dreams

He allowed himself to reminisce,
But it made him sad:
So many things that he would miss;
The fun that they'd once had.
Since the beginning they had grown
But not closer together
Now he must reap what she had sown
And know they weren't forever.

She listened deafly as he spoke
And only saw his eyes:
Her heartfelt scream was but a croak
He could not feel her cries.
He remembered in their prime
When laughter came in streams;
But when she looked back on their time
She saw only broken dreams.

The English Year

When it’s springtime,
The wildlife bounds while
The sun takes a peek at the new day.
The pink sky is decorated with rainbows,
The daffodils pop up with the buttercups,
A refreshing breeze passes through the fresh, green land.

When it’s summer,
The sun strolls along the diamond water and
The colours cry ‘Good Day!’
To every one who passes.
The watermelon is red and juicy,
A wave of sunshine comes tumbling around us.

When it’s autumn,
Nature is an inspiration.
The oranges and browns bring a welcome change,
The squirrels bury acorns of green and yellow,
Trees start donating leaves to mice and hedgehogs for hibernation.

In the winter season,
The animals snuggle up
Ready for the New Year,
Footsteps munch away at the crisp, new snow while
Old mister redbreast hops around.
The cobwebs are decorated for the coming celebrations.

Every single year,
All theses changes around us,
Animals, plants, weather.
But always it keeps going on
And always there’s a fresh new way
To admire the earth and sky,
In this world where nature soars

Stumbling

I don't know what I'm doing
Tripping over roots at every opportunity
No-one to lead me
As I stumble through life with my eyes sealed shut

Paperwork Prison

We should work to live and not vice versa
I'll take my broken soul and nurse her
This is the land of the screaming minds
Reflected in nothing but bloodshot eyes

Insanity flickers in brains overwhelmed
This paperwork prison is a living hell
Greed for money and more more more
Depression rising more than ever before

Our priorities are wrong
This cannot go on for long
We are self destructing
We must work to end this thing
or stop.

Reincarnation

I would like to be a giant tortoise,
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Money, work and stresses not a problem,
Living for a hundred years or more.

Patterned shell upon my back not heavy,
Lots of grass ahead of me to eat.
Quiet in the morning dew-drops twinkle
Sunshine brings a cheerful melody

I would like to be a giant tortoise,
Moving slowly through the giant world.
Watching as each day rises to greet me
Calmly waiting for it to unfurl.

Rumbling

All the people sitting near me
Are pretending they can't hear me,
Because my stomach's being rude
Making noise and wanting food

Poetry Discovered

I don't think we write poems, I think they were already there. We just discover them. Some people are better at discovering poems than others. Sometimes you discover most of a poem but can't find one line, and you have to write that bit yourself, but it always stands out as being the line that doesn't quite belong with the rest of the poem.
I'd like to share some of the poems I've discovered. Perhaps they're not very good, perhaps I haven't begun yet to look for poetry in the right places...

This blog will be dedicated to poems about everyday things (a rumbling stomach, getting the bus); to poems about nature (the seasons, the world from the perspective of a giant tortoise); to poems about emotions (smiling, despair) and to other rhymes and rhythms that my pen stumbles across. Hopefully somebody out there will appreciate my crazy ramblings!

Let me know :)


Stephanie