Oh Little Dog
Little dog you fill my heart with joy, you are so sweet.
Every morning you give me kisses when we greet.
All my feelings you abide,
Thanks for always being by my side!
A Friend
Scared to reach out
I hate to go bother,
He feels the same way
we’re both left to ponder.
It’s hard to explain
his friendship is special,
how can we burden?
Perhaps its all mental.
Friends we still are
we complicate matters,
assuming those things
so feelings are tattered.
His friendship is real
the care is consistent,
though sometimes we hide
and we can be distant.
A friend understands
he’ll always stand by,
to patiently wait
He won’t say goodbye.
Alice Majick
I stepped away
Outside myself
Gathered in whatto observe
Took two steps too far
Fell off the edge of Earth
I hung from Her branchesbranches
Clinging like vine
I sank into Her soul
Until her blood ran mine
Frozen peace surrounds me
Muffles liquid cries
Sings a siren song
Rest in Her lullibies
Silver tipped tongue
Drips clouds like velvet words
Winds like secret whisper
Truth the spine needs heard
Old fashioned love
Hate,
blinding and all encompassing.
Humorous,
uncomfortable laughter ensues.
You are too cute.
You are too wild.
I hate your curves.
I hate your smile.
How humorous your sweet looks are.
How humorous your accent.
You try and melt my steadfast heart.
You try and take over my soul.
I’ll let you time again, for I love you always and forever.
I’ll never hate you never.
The woods
My guide had left, I walked alone,
deeper into a great unknown.
Trodden a road less traveled,
filled with overgrown obstacles.
I came upon a snowy clearing,
having no idea what I was nearing.
I walked up to the single lone pine,
in the center of a step incline.
As my steps crunched in the snow,
I stated in awe of an afterglow.
A specter appeared before my eyes,
yet I did not run and hide.
For this man I knew all too well, he was Robert Frost as close as I could tell.
Introduction to Me
Hello, my name is Harmeet and I’m an on and off writer. I want to zone in on my abilities and I think this half marathon is a great start. I started writing stories and poetry since I was about ten years old. During middle school my English teacher had us write a variety of poems and we read them aloud to other students. This really sparked my interest in writing and expressing myself in a positive way. I was also very much like a caterpillar stuck in her cocoon during my early stages of life, so speaking in front of the class was pretty terrifying for me. As I moved through high school both writing and playing the saxophone in the school’s concert band helped me crack parts of that hardened cocoon of mine. Senior year was the most helpful in my writing journey. I had an English teacher who taught us about a variety of authors with the theme of life’s struggles, which was very relevant to the potential struggles we would have in our very near future. It again reignited my love of writing. Finally I hit college, and I took my English courses very seriously. Last year I found a scholarship for writing poetry and I gave it a shot. I posted the video of me speaking my poem “Optimism of the Future” and I really didn’t think much of it, but once my friends and few professors saw it they encouraged me to increase my skills. I will leave the link here if you are interested in watching it. https://youtu.be/g9ELrOeZASs
A Strange Kind of Loneliness
A strange kind of loneliness
I feel around each day,
For no one sees my tears
They don’t feel my pain.
The moon and stars look down
If only they could talk,
They seem to understand
I feel that as I walk.
A strange kind of loneliness
when everyone’s around,
Somehow feeling that
when words don’t make a sound.
A strange kind of loneliness
wish you can relate,
Please don’t let me down
For it can’t be too late.