New Poem

Here is a poem I wrote two minutes ago. I put spaces where it felt natural to me, but does that make it look too much like there's verses?

You read things
hear things
see things
and your heart is touched.

Filled to bursting
overflowing
with bittersweet joy
and pain that turns to hope

lifting through the sorrows
of other people's lives
you see yours
for the first time

your heart must
be touched
and you soar
through the drizzle
and the blizzard
and the overflowing rain

look back; life glimmers
with these moments
when you sense the change
of pain turning to hope
within you.


Kelia

Many Poems

Here's a bunch of poems I wrote in February.

Words shimmer as
they dance
by the fire on a cold,
cold night
Darkness creeps in
turns the air
to ice
Come closer
to the leaping flames
crackling red and
glowing gold
watch them
twist and turn
they thaw your hands
that pour out words
glimmering
like frosty stars
just within
your reach.


I'm not sure about this next one...

There's a story to be told
in each moment
of our lives
right now the sun's
reflecting off
the windowpane--
a flash of white
that slowly lessens.
The sun us sinking
it still warms my face
and I close my eyes
in it's brilliance.


Then these next two I wrote while on walks.

Stop a moment--
listen.
Wind rustles,
blows, and breezes
through the trees
all around
A hurried drip
drops softly to the right
A windchime tinkles
glittering
the sound dies away
A bird caws sharply
bursting into flight.
Your mind spills out words
that float away
on biting air
Glad to be free
they sing with the wind
that sweeps all around
Free from your heart
a dark, cramped place,
that only opens up
when you listen to the wind
and drips
and birds
and windchimes,
too.



Sometimes I feel like I live
in a painting.
There's bits of blue
peeking out between clouds,
and dreary leafless trees
motionless in the frigid air
and, of course, the snow
piled everywhere
a nuisance to all
drive five minutes from town
and it shines in the sun
rolled out on the hills
like icecream.


Kelia

Poem

Torn in three
I don't know what
to think or feel
Indecision
rules my world
The only constant:
none.
Not true.
Seas may rage
but a floor is always there
hold on to it
and try to breathe in
water.


Written last thursday (not yesterday) but wow it applies to today.
Kelia

Last poem written while 13

I just wrote this two minutes ago, it's the last poem I'll write while 13 (unless I write another tonight).

So strange to think,
tomorrow
I've aged another year
I'll never be this age again
I'll never play piano again
or write another poem
at thirteen,
a year of black moods
sad moods
harsh words
laughter
roaring laughter
tears,
a roller coaster year it was
of singing
theatre
poems
novels
friendships
broken
mended,
and music
always
music dear
more constant than the
sunlight.
And how I've changed--
no one knows
just how I've changed
inside.
So strange to think
of me at twelve
how different was I really?
How different will I be
in one year's time
writing my farewell poem?
Goodbye thirteen,
you've been a friend.
Fourteen's drawing close.
It looms and glitters
both at once
it holds surprises,
heart ache,
smiles,
beauty.
Sounds like thirteen,
I'd say.


Kelia

Poem!

I wrote this poem last night and finished it this morning. Does it flow alright? I feel like the end and the beginning don't match.

What is inside of me?
I couldn't say.
There are dark corners
and things that skulk
and things I push away.
Every day I try to hide
things I cannot see--
and fear.
Sometimes at night
when silence is loud
I think I'm a chasm--
A hole- a void-
I peer in and see
nothing.
Sometimes when my mind
has drifted away on music
I imagine I'm all
gold and silvers inside,
like sunlight.
And my fingers make music,
and words, and worlds,
it must come from inside,
it must come from my heart.
Right now I am twilight inside
surrounded by sky,
I fear the darkness approaching
Blue-black velvet rolls in slowly
and bleeds into pink and purple
swirls still afloat in the sky--
the last artwork of the sun
which has already sunk out of sight
trailing golden-blue rays
of hope behind it.


Kelia

First (real) poem of the new year

Here is my first (real) poem of the new year. I wrote one song, and though I'll count that for my poem count, it isn't really a poem. I really like this one :D

Silence sits
high on the wall
and waits for night to fall
Noise he suffers
as he waits
and watches shadows crawl.

From corners first
they spill to floor
and slowly creep along
Colors change
and sounds die down
as silence sings it's song.

A sticky web
that coats the mind
and seems to make all shrink
Silence spreads
and takes control
he moves so fast-- don't blink.

Before they know
or chomprehend
that there is no more light
Darkness breathes
and silence sighs
they merge and form the night.


Kelia

Last poem of the year

So yes, I wrote this poem at 10:30 PM on December 31st, 2008. I had to. This poem completes my challenge of writing a poem a week, which I completed yay!!!!!!!!!!!! And I hope shows how my poems have grown through the year.

One of my goals this new year was to write 52 poems in the year. Not one a week, but four a month. So that way if I'm very much not inspired one week I'll just write two the next week, which will be much easier. So I'll keep posting on this blog. Another thing I want to do is print out all the readable poems I wrote this year (most of them) and make them into a book! Who knows if that will happen or not...

Happy New Years everyone!!!!! I hope you have a great year!!!!!


A year is whirling
through your head
The wind,
biting,
rustles through the empty trees.
Lift your head to the sky
and smile
as life pounds down around you...

An hour left to go
can you keep all the memories
inside?
Will the wind
whisk them away
and leave you cold,
forlorn,
to face a new year?

Will you put it all behind you--
will you put a smile on your face--
and watch a new year rise?


Kelia