by Naomi L. | June 6, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
To stop me in my tracks,
To root me to the spot,
To fix my subtle gaze,
It takes one look.
To slow my racing heart,
To make me catch my breath,
To chill me to my core,
It takes one breath.
To make my heartbeat skip,
To take away the world,
To make me feel alive,
It takes one kiss.
One look,
One breath,
One kiss,
From you.
And all my fears will fade
As all my dreams come true
In one romantic kiss
With you.
So hold me in your arms
And love me all your life,
And always I will live
To be with you.
And every look I spare,
And every breath I take,
And every kiss I give
Will be for you.
My love,
My life,
My One.
Yet another old poem I dug up. As you can imagine, I wrote this while thinking about someone special. Fun fact: he was so inspired by my poem that he wrote music for it and used these words as lyrics. For now the song is just between us, but maybe we’ll share it someday. Hope you enjoy the piece! Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | May 30, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Butterfly wings
Flutter by
Many colors
Catch my eye
Floating on
The gentle breeze
Those lovely wings
Show grace and ease
Kiss the petals
Of a rose
The scarlet of
A blossom grows
Reflected in
Those purple scales
Open wide
Like billowed sails
Touch the dewdrops
On the green
Wash those wings out
Fresh and clean
Flutter on
As morning calls
Orange light
On wingtips falls
Yellow flowers
Streaked with blues
Light those wings
In varied hues
A butterfly
I’d love to be
To paint a rainbow
And fly free
by Naomi L. | May 23, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Sure is tough to live like me,
As you very well can see.
Got a cowboy on my back
(Pretty sure his name is Jack).
He’s been eatin’ more and more,
And my back is awful sore.
But I guess it’s all the same
To a horse without a name.
Based on a writing prompt from Writer’s Carnival: Horseplay.
Write 50 words of poetry, no more and no less, on what it means to be a horse.
I improvised this piece for a writing challenge in about five minutes. It wasn’t easy to write a poem using only 50 words, but at least it was fun to try! I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | May 16, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
I’m so sick.
I’m tired.
Did I fail?
Have I done anything right?
Am I doing anything right?
What do my feelings count for?
Anything?
Are they worthless?
Am I worthless?
No, I’m not.
I hate feeling so lonely.
I don’t talk to anyone.
But I want to.
I miss talking to someone.
I just want to be heard.
Is there any respect for me?
For how I feel?
I feel undermined,
Without value.
I’m afraid.
I’ve brought this on myself
Because I’m afraid.
Afraid of what they will say.
I don’t want their advice sometimes.
I just want someone to listen.
I’ve been reduced to talking to myself.
Because I feel like only I hear me.
Someone please listen.
Please listen.
Please.
I feel so alone.
I’m not like you.
My feelings don’t go away
With just a smile.
They come back,
Even worse,
If left unshared.
They must be set free.
I can’t let go.
I’m not like you.
I can’t let go
Of my sadness
And anger
And fear,
Not by myself.
I have to release them
To the world.
I want to scream,
And break things,
And hurt myself
When I’m left alone too long.
The feelings build up inside me,
And I can’t let them go by myself.
They have nowhere to go,
So they come back.
They need somewhere to go.
So I need to be heard.
I need someone to listen,
And not make me afraid to speak.
Do not undermine me.
Do not belittle my emotions.
Respect me.
They are big to me,
They are important to me.
Listen,
And they will be set free.
And I will be free.
While feeling particularly blue one day, I decided to turn my angst into a writing exercise. I took a pencil and a sheet of paper and just kept writing nonstop until I reached the bottom of the page. This is what came out. The poem is made purely of raw emotion; the only editing I did was to arrange one long paragraph into poetic verses. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
by Naomi L. | May 9, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Is there a way I can thank you for all you’ve done for me?
Letting me grow up free while keeping me safe?
Opening so many doors for me throughout my childhood?
Voicing lessons that I could take with me for life?
Encouraging me every day to succeed?
Your love is the greatest blessing of all, for
Only you do everything to make me the best I can be, yet
Understand how to love me just the way I am.
Many things you’ve done for me, but I do have
One way to say thank you:
Mommy, I love you!
Happy Mother’s Day to my amazing mom! Thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me, and what you continue to do for me every day! God bless you always! I love you!
by Naomi L. | March 21, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Standing here within my bedroom,
Looking through the open window,
Staring out onto the street,
I see nothing.
Lying still upon my bed
As the sun recedes outside,
Breathing slowly, my eyes closed,
I hear nothing.
When I walk across my campus,
When I move along the streets,
When I stand at my front door,
I feel nothing.
Why am I here?
It was no fault of mine.
It was no choice of mine.
It was no wish of mine.
And yet, here I am.
In a world where I am blind,
In a world where I am deaf,
In a world where I don’t feel.
I am lost.
But I will be found.
I look out my open window.
To the north, I turn my gaze.
The horizon in the distance
Hides a place of better days.
For beyond the north horizon
Lie the promises of change.
The promise of dreams,
The promise of hope,
The promise of love.
My body is here.
My mind is here.
But my heart wanders elsewhere,
In that land to the north.
My past was not here.
My future is not here.
My life will not be here.
Not here, but in the north.
So come and find me where I lie.
Hear me as I breathe a sigh.
See me as I close my eyes
And very gently start to cry.
Come sit beside me, wipe my tears.
Raise my hopes and drown my fears.
Tell me that you’re here today
So I can smile and hear you say
That you came to take me away.
Yet another old poem I recently dug up. This one was written a few years ago, at a time when I was feeling especially homesick for America. I hope you enjoy what I’ve written. Thanks for reading!
I was inspired to share this poem after reading this blog post by Vanessa Levin-Pompetzki. You should totally check out her blog. She’s pretty awesome!
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