As you may or may not have noticed, I know absolutely nothing about poetry besides that sometimes it rhymes.
I don't have a clue when it comes to all these internal rhmying, patterns and whatnot. I just sort of write, and if I like it I post it. If I don't... I just sorta delete it... Well, I'll try once again... Hopefully it can turn out. Most likely, what I write is nothing but pretty monoluges and soliloquies.
This "poem" started out about one thing, grew to something else, and ended as something completely different, while one theme, one very personal theme, is prevalent. It has no title, but it reminds me of transformation.
You said
Take the road less travelled,
and I did.
You said
Take the road less travelled,
but what didn't you say?
I took the road less travelled.
less known.
less appreciated.
I took the road less travelled,
thinking you would be there
to guide me.
to talk with me.
to love with me
all the beautiful things forgotten
by man.
by woman.
by child.
To remember
laughter in the rains.
smiles with the sun.
tears in the hardpacked dirt.
Tears of loneliness
that you were not there
to guide me.
to talk with me.
to love me for who I am.
Tears of loneliness
that I was alone.
that I was afraid.
But also tears of pain.
Pain from when you used to be with me
When now
now
you shun me.
you detest me.
you pretend I do not exist.
But still I say thank you
for these tears I shed in remembrance.
These tears I shed like weakness leaving the body
for now I am stronger.
now I need you not.
now I emerge the woods to a plane where I am no longer just a boy!
No longer just a boy...
A boy? If you knew at the start, would I ever have been a boy?
No. I would be what I am now.
But what I am now is not what you see.
I am an angel spreading its wings.
Soaring above your hooded eyes while,
while your brothers and sisters with eyes awake join me.
Join me but are not like me.
My wings are not strong I still need support.
When will you wake to help before the world comes crashing down.
I don't have a clue when it comes to all these internal rhmying, patterns and whatnot. I just sort of write, and if I like it I post it. If I don't... I just sorta delete it... Well, I'll try once again... Hopefully it can turn out. Most likely, what I write is nothing but pretty monoluges and soliloquies.This "poem" started out about one thing, grew to something else, and ended as something completely different, while one theme, one very personal theme, is prevalent. It has no title, but it reminds me of transformation.
You said
Take the road less travelled,
and I did.
You said
Take the road less travelled,
but what didn't you say?
I took the road less travelled.
less known.
less appreciated.
I took the road less travelled,
thinking you would be there
to guide me.
to talk with me.
to love with me
all the beautiful things forgotten
by man.
by woman.
by child.
To remember
laughter in the rains.
smiles with the sun.
tears in the hardpacked dirt.
Tears of loneliness
that you were not there
to guide me.
to talk with me.
to love me for who I am.
Tears of loneliness
that I was alone.
that I was afraid.
But also tears of pain.
Pain from when you used to be with me
When now
now
you shun me.
you detest me.
you pretend I do not exist.
But still I say thank you
for these tears I shed in remembrance.
These tears I shed like weakness leaving the body
for now I am stronger.
now I need you not.
now I emerge the woods to a plane where I am no longer just a boy!
No longer just a boy...
A boy? If you knew at the start, would I ever have been a boy?
No. I would be what I am now.
But what I am now is not what you see.
I am an angel spreading its wings.
Soaring above your hooded eyes while,
while your brothers and sisters with eyes awake join me.
Join me but are not like me.
My wings are not strong I still need support.
When will you wake to help before the world comes crashing down.
