I grew up taking care
soothing pains
of those who suffered.
Who taught me?
Two sisters, brother,
mother and a father.
~
Oldest Daughter
fights for all.
Redheaded sister
hugs when they fall.
~
Don’t tell me
I’m vain,
Superficial;
or bloody insane.
~
The poetry
I write
is of happiness,
often healing me
at the end
of my day.
~
I tend to
women’s tears,
when there’s no
money for simplicities.
~
I feed children
with no lunches,
after mothers
have forgotten.
~
I fix worn out clothes,
even when I don’t know how.
~
Trust me, these people
I know;
live in my heart.
~
I’m not
what your
eyes see,
my poetry,
an escape for me.
~
I write of love
hoping to create it
for all those who
are denied.
~
Yes, I admit, it helps me too.
~
Am I confident?
~
Yes, I cannot help
this part of me.
~
Take it or leave it.
~
Maybe, just let me be me.
~
I know suffering
I feel it everyday
humanity is
my sibling,
my child,
my sister,
my friend,
my brother,
and my end.
~
I will go to my grave
trying to save them all.
I’m allowing you
to catch me when I fall.
Look me in the eye
when you’re looking
for a fight.
~
This girl will react.
~
I just might…
Anger
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I loved this one. My favorite part was the second verse. And I love the structure, too.
Thank you, Duketh. A bit rhymey, I’d say. Yea the structure was nice, I can agree with that point.
Rhymey’s fine. But I do like how you rhyme without rhyming–if that makes sense.
It makes sense, I love that you notice those things. You taking notice of little bits is nice, Duketh.
They’re the parts I like best!
because they are little…
Because they’re hidden and must be found.
Yeah, sorry about that, Duke. You do like a good mystery, right? *hopes*
Nothing I like more! Though I am usually really bad at guessing if it’s too hard… *laughs*
*smiles for you* I’m really good at burying it too deep sometimes, too. It seems you do just fine guessing. My sisters have nearly given up. The text me asking for me to explain. Maybe that means I am not doing something right. I don’t know…ya know? *Aud’s wandering again..sorry*
*laughing* Everyone knows sisters and brothers are hard on each other. (I suggest, when they text you, to say that they should be more professorish–then they’d understand.) But, seriously, it’s usually clear for me… Wandering is great! Especially on a beautiful day like this…
It really is beautiful outside. I’m by the pool. Shining up my freckles and catching up. It is hot today. I may really start rambling and wandering on, so watch out. (I will tell them! You’re right, if they were professorish, they’d get every single one with no problem. It must mean they aren’t for them, huh.)
It’s supposed to be 80 here on Sunday! Of course I’m happy about that. A pool sounds nice. If it has a raft.
They just have to read in between the lines. The poems are for everyone, I know.
It only has a canoe… *haha*
Yeah, they’ll get better at it, I’m sure. Yes, everyone, of course…
A canoe? Cool!
Yes, I think so.
Comes with Pocahontas. ..
*shoots her and throws her out* We don’t have room for indians now that Charlie is here.
*ahh* *now what will we do???*
Loves that he’s protecting Charlie or Charley? *giggles* Let’s go traditional…
Pretend like all is normal, I suppose.
Really? Should it be Charley?
*Audith goes about her business* *fills glasses of lemonade*
You should have the final decision. You saved him or her… Charely is fine with me.
I love lemonade!
Well, let’s do Charlie again. I can spell that.
You do? Am I good or am I good!?
Charlie, it is. You can spell it, but can you remember that he exsists? *bites her lip and regrets saying that but figures its too late to back out, as the comment suits perfectly*
You are good!
Actually, yes. (Don’t tell anyone, but despite how I behave, my mind is extremely sharp.)
*wonders if you really do like lemonade*
(I was hoping so….)
I do! The tarter the better, especially after a day’s work in the sun!
*hands you a plate of sliced lemons*
Now that is tart!
But I like watching your face pucker up!!
*laughs*
Huff-Hum to that madam!
*smiles*
I’ve got chills, Audrey. You are a wonderful poet and a wonderful person. Be well.
I appreciate you, Shari. Thank you so much.
Powerful and wonderful, Audrey.
Thank you, Heather. xxx
Creating love for those who are denied, through poetry–now that is an exquisitely noble goal, I’d say–Bravo.
Thank you, Starralee, it would be weak of me if I didn’t mention that writing of love is mostly for me in hopes that the one’s who also enjoy the emotion find it. Thank you, my dear.
My strong sense is that your True Love is just around the corner–you look young yet, even upside down. God bless you.
Haha. Thanks 🙂
Powerful poem. I really like the stanza where you ‘identify’ suffering as a connection.
Thank you, Charles. I wrote this very quickly. Sometimes I leave work very annoyed. 🙂 Thrilled that it is Friday! Have a great weekend. Not my best effort, but I appreciate you finding something within it to enjoy.
Enjoy your weekend.