Poems From My Soul by Summerflower - HTML preview

I am a Waterfall

 

I am a waterfall

 

Tumbling endlessly

 

Barely able to control my speed

 

I don’t mean to drown those who are foolish enough to climb me,

 

Or scream endlessly into the night when the tides are high.

 

When the weather is good,

 

A waterfall trickles with delight to see the salmon below, and the bears that catch them.

 

But when the fishermen come,

 

My torrents of water splash down with frustration,

 

For when they leave,

 

The salmon are near gone from the mouth of the river.

 

And that is when a waterfall is angry.

 

Why be human,

 

When you can be a waterfall,

 

With deep blue waves fringed in the softest of white foam

 

Gathered at your feet.

 

I am a waterfall,

 

And my curiosity cannot be snuffed out

 

For a waterfall can see much from it’s great height,

 

And what a waterfall sees is spectacular:

 

One cannot live at the mouth of a river without being seen by me,

 

And oh, How wonderful it is to be able to state that.

 

I am a Gust of Wind

 

I am a gust of wind.

 

Rarely noticed.

 

Usually, I’m calm,

 

A silent wind,

 

Ruffling the leaves of the trees,

 

Whispering in their ears.

 

The wind is out there,

 

Even though you don’t see it.

 

I’m invisible:

 

There are few who sense my song.

 

My song is usually calm and quiet,

 

Soft whispers,

 

With the gentle shake of leaves.

 

But this is not always the case:

 

For when I am angry,

 

I am as angry as the sun in July,

 

As it burns the ground black.

 

I am a tornado in my rage.

 

You wonder why I spin webs of dust and wind, And cast them upon you?

 

I am simply reminding you that I’m there.

 

For when you neglect wind,

 

You are neglecting the summertime breeze,

 

The autumn leaves,

 

The rustling of the springtime trees.

 

I am a gust of wind,

 

Earth’s true friend.

 

People

 

People ain’t always kind

 

‘s part of life, we learn

 

We learn too late

 

Before we’ve made mistakes

 

Like we don’t know we can.

 

People laugh at you while you’re turned round

 

They point and snicker

 

‘cause you mighta said somethin’

 

you mighta done somethin’

 

But ain’t that part of life?

 

People trip you on the street You turn around,

 

There they are

 

Your bag’s ten feet away

 

And now they’ve grabbed it up and run.

 

People steal your heart and love

 

He’s cute, ‘s obvious

 

They know he loves you

 

And you love him to

 

They wield a rumor ‘bout you

 

Flaming evil

 

And then he’s gone.

 

People leave you in the dust

 

Like you don’ matter at all

 

Like maybe you done somethin’

 

Said somethin’

 

Walk away

 

You wait lonely

 

‘cause maybe they’ll change their minds

 

And come a-runnin’ back to you.

 

People learn to hate Like second nature

 

Maybe it’s normal

 

Maybe you just ain’t

 

‘cause you can’t kick the little kid on the ground.

 

People spread rumors

 

You can’t ever say a word

 

‘cause if you do,

 

You can be positive it won’t be yours come mornin’

 

When the whole world’s a- cacklin’ at you.

 

People love to see you cry

 

They’ll take your tears

 

‘n close ‘em up in their twisted souls

 

To save for another day

 

When they can pull them out and dangle them in front of your face.

 

But ain’t that all life?

 

Ain’t it all s’posed to be just so?

 

Ain’t we born that way

 

Little devils in devil form?

 

Guess so. Guess it’s true

 

Sob, go on, but it’s all part of life But if you can see the light

 

Why can’t they see the light

 

Why can’t they know what they’ve done

 

They world cannot be just so

 

Keep lookin’

 

People ain’t all bad

 

And that’s just part of life

 

Do You See the Clouds?

 

Do you see them?

 

Those white fluffy things

 

Slowly sliding along in the sky?

 

Staring down on us?

 

What do they think of our kind,

 

And our ways?

 

Do they know we’re the ones responsible for their polluted realm?

 

Do they blame us for all that we’ve done?

 

Or are clouds

 

Simply what they seem.

 

White fluffy things, Slowly sliding along in the sky.

 

Never asking who, what, or why?

 

Maria

 

She was there

 

Now she's not

 

Long blond hair

 

That she's got

 

Will there

 

She be

 

When back

 

I go?

 

Who knows...

 

With Maria,

 

Who stayed

 

Two days,

 

No more

 

My neighbor's name

 

Is Maria

 

Is it

 

The same Maria

 

That I met

 

In the Park

 

When I was a child? Or is Maria

 

Gone

 

Long blond hair

 

That she's got

 

She was there

 

Now she's not.

 

A Day of Sun

 

One always mourns when the moon departs,

 

The day begins,

 

The owls fly away to their roosts to sleep.

 

But every dawn, rays of light fill the sky as the sun rises,

 

Those rays are beacons of glory:

 

The moon retreats back to its shadowy daytime hiding place,

 

A blinding ball of light is in the sky once more.

 

The sun glares down upon the world all day,

 

Though many have tried, none can glare back at it.

 

A ball of constantly wiggling flames,

 

So far away from Earth,

 

The sun is truly unapproachable.

 

And throughout the day,

 

Countless white flames flicker amongst the red one in their powerful reign over the deep

 

blue sky. Finally,

 

The sun’s dictatorship over the sky must end for the day.

 

And as it departs,

 

Its rays still rage red against the evening sky,

 

Dying the clouds pink,

 

Leaving our hearts wishful for light once more. Candle’s Wax

 

Dark now

 

One last thought

 

A small candle should be lit

 

Thus providing light ‘til midnight

 

Yes, it shall provide warmth until the 24^th hour.

 

Light now

 

I’ll leave it to melt

 

Slink to the base of its heavy plate

 

Hot wax sliding off the thick edges

 

‘Til midnight.

 

Light now

 

Wax lasts but a few hours

 

So I shall let it burn

 

Spilling its slippery smoke

 

As I slumber by its side

 

‘Til midnight

 

Light now

 

The candle burns Magnificent in the dark of the night

 

Shedding its longed for,

 

Desired light

 

‘Til midnight.

 

Dark again midnight