24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Goodnight (FINALE-Actostic Poem)
By: LuvMiFreelt
G ave it my all although I started off
O verwhelmed, anxiety high
O ptimistically I pushed forward, not allowing myself to
D oubt my own potential.
N ow I’ve made it to the end and I’m thankful for all the
I nspiration along the way. As I continue to
G row in my writing I hope I connected with your
H eart. I love y’all!
T hank you for all the support!
The other side of Me.
On most days I can tolerate being laughed at
by a sea of immature audience,
greeted by curious looks and strange looks
who refuse to acknowledge
what it takes to be alive.
You walk a certain way
its not normal
they will laugh at you.
most days its okay
I’ll laugh along.
I can see how I brighten their day.
I have a funny bone or two I guess…
There are days when the joke is not funny
I’d like for someone to cut me some slack
and respect my struggle and acknowledge
my presence without so much as a giggle.
It’s not embarrassing as much as it is insulting.
There’s a difference you see
I am not embarrassed by myself
I am proud of what I have achieved.
But when you laugh at me
for being me, it is insulting my struggle.
my accomplishment, my journey.
When you are born healthy
you get a taste of your capacity.
When you suddenly lose your abilities
you have to develop your capacities all over again
they come out different the second time round
or not quite the same
just a smidge different.
however, it serves the purpose and that’s okay.
I would like to be okay with it someday
for today I am growing and learning
to be tolerant of society’s insensitivity
and acknowledging the fact that
what they find funny might not necessarily be my kind of funny.
that’s okay, I’ll just be utterly honest
speak my mind unfiltered and utterly honest
and unapologetic.
This is my personal struggle – the one I refuse to acknowledge
the one that sits like a child being timed out in the corner.
There are many things I have grown to accept
just not this. Not yet anyway…
Someday…
Hour – 16
Running behind the confusing feelings,
Again behind the same tortures,
How will the feeling disappear,
well, How can I confess my sorrow
to my stubborn mind,
How do I persuade a stubborn mind,
No love, where there is only sorrow
You will just be left heartbroken tomorrow
Everyone is ready to offer physical love
But who would tell my innocent brain
You are being trapped
well, I How to restore true love?
How do I convince a stubborn mind?
Every moment here in love is as if a battle has been waged
here There is nothing here except love,
My heart fell for this when my brain wasn’t prepared
Well, How can I blame the mind no?
How do I convince a stubborn mind?
Aditi Dixit
I walked through the green doors
and was immediately embraced
An old friend had spotted me through the window
and raced to the spot to be the first to greet me
My heart swelled having not see him in years
So many things had happened in between
“I missed you darlin’,” he said to me
I clutched him tighter
It had been so long
since I had felt this safe
I was passed off to others
Each taking me tight to their chest
We could feel each other’s heart
Breathe in with each other
I was at last where my heart always lives
Back with the those who keep a place for me
We often dreamt of astral travels
Walked through corridors of dreams
Danced a slow waltz in Austria
And the last tango in Paris
Graced a castle in Peru
Strolled at midnight through the Louvre
Wore the Crown Jewels to breakfast
Broke bread with Elvish Kings
Flew supersonic jets into the heavens
Swam and dove through nebulae
Tiptoed on active lava flows
Ran with cheetahs and gazelles
Talked for hours with Tesla and the Buddha
Sang with Bennie and the Jets
Spoke of world peace at the Final Summit
Soothed a teething Baby Grogu
Solved for peace here on Earth
Watered, housed, fed the masses
Created consciousness spontaneously
Found everyone their soulmate
Built Stonehenge, breathed stars into being
Birthed Rasputin, Cleopatra, Elvis, and Joan
Taught Nietzsche and Superman everything they know
Do you ever think it will be our time to rest
(Prompt: Pick the title of a book that you love, that title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point, and be about something else entirely.)