Hello everyone – sorry to inform you all that there is no new poetry this week. I’ve sat down a few times this week to write and found that no creativity would come to me. I wrote a few poems, but I’m really not impressed with them, and don’t feel they’re good enough to be shared with you guys. In my frustration I did write a haiku though. It goes like this:
I have no poems
to share this Thursday, for they
were not good enough.
I thought instead of leaving you empty-handed, I would share a poem from a much older post. I have quite a few older Poetry Thursday posts that only got read by maybe Ryan or one of my close friends, and I thought it’d be a nice to idea to share some of those older poems with the rest of the readers now that people actually manage to stumble over here from time to time. I hope that made sense, it’s early and I still haven’t finished my coffee. Anyways, here are two older poems from my blog, I hope you enjoy!
You – Originally posted March 4th, 2010
I know you know –
it’s a secret shouting from my soul.
I know you could love me; and
that you could make me whole.
I have waited years for you.
I would wait an eternity more.
This feeling drives me; builds me –
it’s within all my fibres, in all of my pores.
Every time you’ve made me cry,
and all the times you’ve caused me pain –
never feel as strong as when you
make me smile; you are the sunshine to my rain.
Not one single person in my life
affects me in the way you do.
The only reason to wake, to breathe, to live;
the only thing compelling me is you.
Shadow Time – Originally posted March 18th, 2010
The moon and sun are out of sight.
By three (the darkest time of night),
dark things unknown make the room quake –
startled, out of slumber I wake.
I am alone – but yet am not,
I see the things my mind forgot.
I close my eyes – but can’t ignore
the dreadful, fearful, things of gore.
In the darkness, perhaps a face;
transformed, safety now an unknown place.
The shadows overwhelm my room,
the darkness now becomes my tomb.
Perhaps my eyes they do deceive,
the ghosts, however, refuse to leave.
The watch, they wait – and I, their prey,
in the safety of my bed I lay.
I lay in bed, and though I tire,
I find the strength to not retire
until the sun lights the skies –
I sleep until the shadows rise.