The Little Red-Haired Girl
She craved three things in life:
Unconditional love,
honesty, and security.
Instead, she received
Being misunderstood, rejection,
And judgment.
She died hungry.
Forecast
Love is not just sunny days. Sometimes it storms. Sometimes it rains. The best of loves weather the storms embrace the rain and keep us warm. But the forecast calls for sun.
Sevenling (She’s all about lying in bed with me)
She’s all about lying in bed with me, following me everywhere and feeling safe.
To be honest she loves chasing squirrels, swimming in dirty water, and fetching the fish on my line.
She’s my protector and best friend.
poetic conclusions ~ Love the Poetess
wistfully she dreamt
of love, of music
and of words
Realizing, belief in oneself
will lead to peace
wholeness and success
love, the poetess
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
No Fun
A reality check, broke no funds;
ready for a change, cant have money;
Take the world for what it holds, give it all away;
Time rolls like an avalanche in back country, your face turns too.
Cold with a fire of rage; repeat lifestyles?
Called a habit, forced labor if you want it;
Where are you at? Running in place, GET In the Race!!!!
Growing up and getting know_ledge at the top Jump to fly.
Old and furious, a hate that is not mine, to share what we know to only those who listen.
Bite your lip and hold a secret.
Time flips around, you can’t start over again.
Stretch Your Arms, a breathe in deep.
A Thousand Lies
a thousand pictures
of you and me
together
apart
they don’t tell our story
not the truth
the love they witness
is not the love we feel
No camera tells our story
the heat of your kisses
tongue against my neck
my breast
love whispered
in hidden corners
behind closed doors
lost amid the milling crowds
under weeping willows
by sweeping rivers
where we meet and melt
arms and hearts entwined
for a time
the one we know
the two we are
the three we shouldn’t be
she from whom we
shelter the truth
that our love though true
is as wrong as it feels right
a thousand perfect pictures
tell our lies
multitudinous shades of grey
layered between the spectrum
from red to blue to yellow
tell lies that hide our true colors
7. DECONSTRUCTING POETRY
7. Deconstructing Poetry
Be it Shakespear or Rumi,
People are intimidated by poetry.
But poetry is just a talented art,
that a poet uses, to write from within his/ her heart.
There is hardly a hidden meaning,
when a poet is composing.
Haiku, Lymericks and couplets,
are writing styles, like sonnets.
They give to the poem, flavour and form
and with free verse any style is the norm.
Similes and comparisons, to the words add spice
just as fantastic is another word for nice.
Idioms and methaphors are used
so that plain language may be abused.
There is nothing so difficult about writing poetry,
all you need is a little bit of inspiration
and some creativity.
Sevenling
She gave it all up and erased him from her mind
she hated the hairs he left on the bar of soap
his suffocating boredom, plus he’s a bit too much of a nice guy.
He didn’t think she’d be a good mother and combined
with the thought that she was overbearing–there’s no hope.
And her style choices just looked desperate in his eye.
They decided to get back together.
(Inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)
Spectral World
A world separate from worlds
Where spectral bodies roam
without limits
They watch the good and bad
Young and old
Protecting and observing
Maybe they love too
We’ll never know
For they live but are not part of life
Hour 8
He is loud
and he kicks tables
and when he drinks too much he’s never sorry
I am stubborn
and overly careful
and I cry all the time
and together we are perfection