Poems 3

 

Old School

If experience is the best teacher

I wish she'd give me some slack

it's not a pity to be so wise

Just when we forget to cherish life. 

Dreamer

If they ask if I'm a dreamer

Ill say for life

If they ask why

Ill say for keeping things sweet

If they ask what will that do

Ill say life can be cruel

If they ask when will I stop

Ill say when the time comes

If they ask how it will happen

Ill say when my breath has gone.

Gentle

I've never been loud

or one to speak up in upheaval

Ive been there however,

for those in need,

for those hurting,

for those oppressed,

in the quiet I do anything

to help you feel loved.

Stop

I stopped trying to be the perfect woman

and let myself be the flower I always was.

Twenty-one

This new year

after such a tragic time

we hope to meet with a moment

we don't want to end

Instead of death and panic

we hope for love and health

twenty one bring love.

Forgotten tales

We told ourselves stories

the things we wanted to do as we grew

They became forgotten tales

specks of hope in past time

Sometimes our eyes open

Its just enough to remember

the hopeful dreams we tried to grab onto

The struggle is staying awake long enough

so the tales continue

and don't slip through out fingers

Rise and Shine

Get up

Good, now get dressed

Its time to rise and shine

Show the day you're

more than you were

the day before