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Poetry Series
Original Works
Poems - Part One
The Butterfly
A summer day the butterfly pushes through its armor
Hidden away for several days
Until the warm sun broke through the horizon
Assisting the butterfly to find a way out.
Nibbling a hole in the tough skin easing out,
Spreading their wings, soaring high in the sky.
Bright colors glittering in the sun’s beam of happiness
The need to spread its wings and fly.
Somethings Never Change
Sometimes I wonder why I even try.
No matter what I seem to do.
I never get it right.
Do I still try?
Making failures along the way.
I wish I knew?
In the end - I push myself.
To find a way to change it.
A way that works well for me.
I like to think I can.
Nothing in this world is easy.
I don’t expect it to be.
I wonder how much talent is inside - from the start.
I may not have those skills.
I would like to think I can achieve them.
Yellow Leaf
Yellow Leaf.
Glued deep in the wet sand.
Stuck.
Unable to move an inch.
Hindered by the cement gravel.
Waiting.
Summoning.
Radiating.
A pull to release from its plaster.
The need to speak of peace.
Nature.
Tranquil.
Soften.
An answer without reply.
A call of hope.
To fly in the cool breeze.
To be free.
To be one’s self.
I wrote these poems in my creative writing class. There will be more poems in the future.
Original Works
Poems - Part One
The Butterfly
A summer day the butterfly pushes through its armor
Hidden away for several days
Until the warm sun broke through the horizon
Assisting the butterfly to find a way out.
Nibbling a hole in the tough skin easing out,
Spreading their wings, soaring high in the sky.
Bright colors glittering in the sun’s beam of happiness
The need to spread its wings and fly.
Somethings Never Change
Sometimes I wonder why I even try.
No matter what I seem to do.
I never get it right.
Do I still try?
Making failures along the way.
I wish I knew?
In the end - I push myself.
To find a way to change it.
A way that works well for me.
I like to think I can.
Nothing in this world is easy.
I don’t expect it to be.
I wonder how much talent is inside - from the start.
I may not have those skills.
I would like to think I can achieve them.
Yellow Leaf
Yellow Leaf.
Glued deep in the wet sand.
Stuck.
Unable to move an inch.
Hindered by the cement gravel.
Waiting.
Summoning.
Radiating.
A pull to release from its plaster.
The need to speak of peace.
Nature.
Tranquil.
Soften.
An answer without reply.
A call of hope.
To fly in the cool breeze.
To be free.
To be one’s self.
I wrote these poems in my creative writing class. There will be more poems in the future.