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Changing the World Through Lost Dreams and With True Beauty
From The Outside Looking In
Who I am makes a difference!
Have you ever had a moment when you felt alone?
A moment when your emotions just roam?
A day when nothing goes right?
And "wrong" is the word in your head all night?
You long for something you cannot touch,
An unconditional love you want so much.
To know that perfection is what you need not be,
And you receive acceptance from what all see.
Well, I may not have much to give,
But I once lived the life you live.
So, I'm offering you my heart and my love,
And all I was blessed with from above.
So, please take my offering with open hands,
And help me to pass it along throughout the lands.
For as I've learned and you will too,
Making a difference is the best thing you will ever do!
Inspiration Comes At The Strangest of Times
I wrote this poem probably over 20 years ago...one day after the many of Sundays that my parents made me go to church. As I reached my teens, I began to hate going to church. I remember trying every Sunday to get out of going. However, as far as my father was concerned, unless I was in a hospital, I had to be at church no matter what. Well, every once in a great while, I actually enjoyed going. I can remember one Sunday there was arts and crafts after church. For a reason I can't quite remember, I felt inspired that day to write this poem. I still have the original notebook I wrote it in with a drawing of the earth and children surrounding it (corny I know). I know in this day and age no one usually carries a pen and paper with them, let alone a notebook, but this poem reminds me of how some of my most inspirational moments came to me because I had a notebook to escape to.
How does one know when to believe
Why must they choose to leave
A heart they long to live for
A will to love forever more.
At one time everything was so real
A fairytale dream one could touch and feel
Life was finally true happiness at best
At last the heart could rest.
But reality was only a perception of the truth
And soon became something one could loose
A broken heart so easily left behind
Confusion taking over as state of mind.
So now life is far from a dream
Never to be what it seems
Loneliness is a forced resolution over love
Leaving contemplation of what lost dreams are made of.
I have to admit that I am a sucker for love. I love deeply and truly. But, the down side of being in love is falling out of love....or even worse....having your heart broken. I never like to say who I wrote my poems about because I feel as if it's the same thing as kissing and telling. Each poem of mine is so intimate to me. They all remind me of why I felt the way I did....why I loved that person...and even why at times I may have hated them. The most amazing thing to me about this particular poem of mine is that is it makes me want to fall in love all over again even though the end result is a broken heart.
Have you ever been mezmorized by such a sight
Taken by surprise by a spectrum of lights
Stopped in your tracks, your eyes can't let go
Of indescribable beauties you've never known.
When your mouth can't bare to say anything
Nor can your ears hear someone sing
For not even do you dare touch
Fear of its disappearance consumes you so much.
You want, you need its presence is what you think
You believe it is the missing link
Filling a space that had not been there before
Anticipating other beauties and what's in store.
So what is this beauty I speak of you ask
Answering me this question will be your task
Tell me is it love your mouth now can speak of
Or is it some song that has your ears a buzz.
What does it feel like to touch the sky
When in you a life grows inside
Is it the sight of a place you will never see again
Tearful yet blessed at a picture that never ends.
Now here I sit waiting for your reply
As you tell me the who's, what's, where's, when's, and why's
I imagine all that is said, a beautiful story is told
After all, all creation is the true beauty that you will behold.
The eye of the beyholder
Growing up I was always the chubby girl with glasses...I wasn't quite the ugly duckling but I definitely wasn't the popular, cheerleading girl status type either. Unfortunately, the closer I got to my teenage years, the more socially awkward I became (especially with boys), which really didn't help my "status." Let's just say I was not a fan of high school. But even though I've grown into what (surprisingly to me) many say as a sexy almost forty woman, I have learned that true beauty isn't what you think you see...it is so, so, so much more. My poem "True Beauty" was written at a time when I was trying to find my own beauty not realizing I always had it. My hope is this poem shows all of you your own true beauty.