#ProjectInspiredPoetry

Poems based around or inspired by all of my Facebook friends. Before 31 December 2013, there will be a poem for every Facebook friend of mine.

Life’s a Ride

Pick out the bike,
Pump up the tires,
Polish the spokes.

The road will wind,
The terrain will change,
The weather will beat down.

There will be ditches,
But also smooth roads,
And vast fields of green.

Fall – then get up!
Brush off the dust,
And peddle on.

Ramp what you want to,
But if you fall – know it was you,
Just never give up!

The climb up a hill might be steep,
But just carry on –
It’s okay to walk at times…

Enjoy the ride!
Let the wind touch you –
Know people are on your side.

And when the time comes to stop
Make sure you can say:
I rode the road the way I wanted.

Disney Days

Escapism confectionery
Fantastical illusionary
Delusionary imaginary
Scented sweet flowers
Painted perfection fields
And horizons filled with
Happily-ever-afters
Sugar-coated honeycomb
picture-perfect-endings.
Crescendo!
Black screen
Rolling thunderous credits
Back into hazardous harsh
Brutal bashing banging
Brain-damaging
Wrecked world.

The act of growing up?

She just wants to be touched,
have someone reach out and grab her…
Make her feel like she’s worth the pain…
Let her know she can make someone
feel that way.
She puts herself out there;
she knows one thing:
she isn’t ready.
But everyone else is doing it!
Maybe this is what it means to grow up…
She doesn’t know but she will,
she will because she’ll be hurt:
and she will be scarred;
and she will be damaged;
and she will be broken;
But that’s the only way
someone like her will learn.

Forgotten

The boy that is picked last for
the team is pitied;
but what about the boy that
isn’t picked but rather chosen by default?

The guy who tries but fails
is look upon and helped along…
The guy that tries and fails
and tries and fails and tries and fails
and tries isn’t even noticed.

The girl who gets her first kiss
with the help of a friend is glorified.
The girl who never even talks
to boys is never seen.

The man that tried to kill himself
is loved more for attempting to do so;
yet the poor man who succeeded
had only his aunt at his funeral.

The Matriarch

There for the children:
cuddle-cuddle-cuddle.
Strong and demanding;
Purposeful.
Running the ship!
Strictly lenient;
all aboard –
if not – overboard!

Dare open your mouth
to challenge the lady;
Dare to be put in place –
walk the plank.

Bow down or
Bow out.

Enjoy the ride;
you’ll have fun!
(only on her side)

Sonnet of Consequence

I am a canvas with a unique shade –
Why do you laugh and stare with such disgust?
This is my life, this is how I was made;
We are born the same and return to dust.
The words break me like stones break fragile glass,
I sink deeper into my own despair:
I fight against the hate in every class;
Life’s face is cruel when you are past repair.
Every time I get up to fight again,
I do not want to be kept down and out!
Hope gets blurred through the strain and pain;
I counter the hateful torturous shout.
Yet deep within I know there is defence:
Karma gets us and plans the consequence.