Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, July 15, 2013

Poem: I am just a poet



I am Just a Poet


Sitting, thinking, and passing away time
in a cozy and comfy atmosphere.
My mind wanders from past, present, and even dreams of the future.


I'm just a poet, who may spend her day, 
lazily glazing outside a window. 
Sometimes entertaining myself for hours at a time... 
Not even moving a single joint. 
Even though my mind has probably traveled cross country!

The magic ink flows through my pen at lightening speeds, 
As I write about such things like the stars, love...heartbreak...life...and even sometimes...death.

The stories pour from my heart, 
only revealing emotions felt at the current time.

I write what I see, hear, feel, and experience. 
I'm just a poet. 
Who shares it like it is. 
A heartfelt piece of scripture written true... 
-a poet who wanted to share her life with you. 

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*Read more by Ariana R. Cherry at: http://www.bubblews.com/account/35108-arianacherry99


Saturday, April 20, 2013

Poem: Our Amazing Mind

















Our mind can be an amazing tool at times,
But other times, it gets us into trouble,
committing embarrassing crimes.

As we grow old, it becomes increasingly hard to remember,
and it isn't as easy as it once was, to play a memory pretender.

Our mind helps us recall some of the most amazing memories,
But then there are times, that it locks the door,
and doesn't hand us the keys.

There are exercises and mind games,
that help us try to remember people's names.

While these may sometimes help,
It doesn't bring back the feelings from those memories
that we once felt.

To help recall, 
we may flip through photo books or browse the pictures
on our wall.

This often ignites a spark,
that turns a light on in the dark.

Videos give us a peak,
to a past that once seemed bleak.

And letters can touch parts of our heart,
that we thought had fallen apart.

When working, our mind is the most helpful key
that helps us learn more about who we once were,
or who we will be.

Hold onto memories that are true and dear,
Because in the end,
Its one of the few things we have left to hold onto
That get us through every one of life's tears. 


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