So...I was watching television this afternoon...the sky was gloomy and inspiration popped in...
I'm not a poet though and I write poems for fun (seriously)...I wonder if you guys ever experienced having an urge or perhaps the best way to call it: An inspiration to write or do something you're passionate about...
Well, I do. The things I wrote about are just plainly my observations on people and things around me, thoughts, opinions, feelings and maybe a little bit of emotions too...Sometimes I find it difficult to express them and well the best way for me to do so is by writing. The best thing about writing poems: Well, I could indulge myself in the world full of fantasies or fairylands. To compare life with things which are impossible is FUN to me!!! Not to mention the chances you get to play around with words expressing how you feel at this precise moment. Ahhh...The Beauty of English Literature...
Anyway, here are some poems I wrote. It may not be like the ones written by the great poet of all centuries---William Shakespeare (That's what I called him...) but then the point is that I get to taste the beauty of expressing my thoughts through writing and that is all that matters. Take a minute or two to read them and well...enjoy!!!
To Free
As a child held her mother's hand
So her soul seized the day
As days passes
Longing and yearning
Memories were screaming
Like a child fell on the ground
Hurt his knees...
"To free...To free...To free"
She whispered...
Silently in her heart and mind
Can she be heard?
"No..." said mouth
A smile is enough...
Yes that's what mouth did...
Throw a smile...
Even though inside
knees still hurting...
Silent scream:
"To free...To free...To free..."
Mi "CORA"
She saw him there
Waving, Smiling
Calling out her name
COR was her name...
Perhaps it was Cora...
Who knew?
But he was calling...
And COR or Cora
Well, She was alone...
Her Attention was seized
by someone she barely knew
but it's unpleasant to have such thought
COR or Cora
whatever her name was,
Fell...Fell...
Oh the wind...
Bless the moon and the stars...
the beauty of it all...
As she fell, she wondered...
Was her name COR? or Cora?
or neither?
How did she fall anyway?
Did he push her?
or was it just a careless fall
that would only scratch
and scars disappeared into thin air
Or will it be deep enough
to last for eternity?
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