Hi everyone,
These are some of my old poems plus a new one for you to read.
Kirsteen
Friday, July 1, 2011
real life - a new poem
Real Life
Feel your real life coming,
You are ready to emerge.
Leave the old behind.
Know that you don't need it.
There is a whole lot of life to be lived.
Feel your real life coming,
You are ready to emerge.
Leave the old behind.
Know that you don't need it.
There is a whole lot of life to be lived.
opinions - 2009
Opinions
Me opinionated?
Let me tell you -
I know a thing or two.
You might dismiss me,
Make assumptions.
You'd be wrong.
I watch and listen,
It's my way.
The things I see and hear,
You'd not believe.
You bet I have opinions.
Wanna know?
Me opinionated?
Let me tell you -
I know a thing or two.
You might dismiss me,
Make assumptions.
You'd be wrong.
I watch and listen,
It's my way.
The things I see and hear,
You'd not believe.
You bet I have opinions.
Wanna know?
ballgames - 2009
Ballgames
Ballgames are boring.
It doesn't matter if
The ball is
Big or small,
Hard or soft,
Round or curved,
Ballgames bore me
Stiff
Ballgames are boring.
It doesn't matter if
The ball is
Big or small,
Hard or soft,
Round or curved,
Ballgames bore me
Stiff
transformation - 1998
Transformation
Trapped in a cocoon,
I am living my life slowly.
I am dreaming of the butterfly
I want to become,
I am hearing the words
I want to say,
I am believing the hopes
I have dared to hope,
I am feeling the experience
Of being isolated and alone.
I want to break out of this darkness.
I am trapped in the cocoon,
Waiting to become the butterfly
I am meant to be.
Trapped in a cocoon,
I am living my life slowly.
I am dreaming of the butterfly
I want to become,
I am hearing the words
I want to say,
I am believing the hopes
I have dared to hope,
I am feeling the experience
Of being isolated and alone.
I want to break out of this darkness.
I am trapped in the cocoon,
Waiting to become the butterfly
I am meant to be.
a life i live -1994
A Life I Live
Pain cuts through me
A knife tears at the heart
The brain resigns to being alone
Losses, life if full of nothing but losses
A single tear falls remembering the happy times
So far and few between
Anger not understood, only felt
Time wasting as words go unheard
A life of silence
A life of pain
A life with few real friends
A life I live.
Pain cuts through me
A knife tears at the heart
The brain resigns to being alone
Losses, life if full of nothing but losses
A single tear falls remembering the happy times
So far and few between
Anger not understood, only felt
Time wasting as words go unheard
A life of silence
A life of pain
A life with few real friends
A life I live.
i am me - 1994
I Am Me
Watching, always watching,
People just pass by.
Oh, they notice alright,
But what they see is not me.
They see a wheelchair,
They see a body that to them is hopeless,
They see a body and then they say, "Oh, poor thing."
They, society, have not seen me.
I am a person who thinks, feels and lives.
I am a writer.
I am a student.
And when given a chance I am a friend.
I am a person like you.
I cry, laugh and get mad.
True, I do need some extra help but I am still a person.
When you look at me, look at the person.
I am not a wheelchair.
I am not handicapped.
And I am not an object for display.
I AM A PERSON.
I AM ME.
Watching, always watching,
People just pass by.
Oh, they notice alright,
But what they see is not me.
They see a wheelchair,
They see a body that to them is hopeless,
They see a body and then they say, "Oh, poor thing."
They, society, have not seen me.
I am a person who thinks, feels and lives.
I am a writer.
I am a student.
And when given a chance I am a friend.
I am a person like you.
I cry, laugh and get mad.
True, I do need some extra help but I am still a person.
When you look at me, look at the person.
I am not a wheelchair.
I am not handicapped.
And I am not an object for display.
I AM A PERSON.
I AM ME.
freedom - 1994
Freedom
Flying high above us
Lost souls among them.
Spirits so free,
A freedom we could only hope for.
Birds, in danger so unknowingly...
Death in an instant.
Birds, a symbol of freedom,
The takers of sorrow.
Birds, earth's gift to show us life as it should be,
A life with no boundaries.
Flying high above us
Lost souls among them.
Spirits so free,
A freedom we could only hope for.
Birds, in danger so unknowingly...
Death in an instant.
Birds, a symbol of freedom,
The takers of sorrow.
Birds, earth's gift to show us life as it should be,
A life with no boundaries.
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