Poetry is one of those things that you can read but you don’t always understand it. There are metaphors, hyperboles, and idioms, which is three out of a dozen other figurative language.
We often hate what we don’t understand. Why? It’s because we all want something to control. We fear what we don’t have control over.
With poetry, you might read that one line that you still don’t understand what it means Now that’s not to say that everyone is like that. Most people understand figurative language
When we read poems, we can sometimes feel how that poet felt when writing it It is sometimes easy to figure out where that poet’s head was at when they made their poem.
Some poets made a very metaphorically poem. Others have a lot of similes or none at all. It depends on what the poet is trying to explain in their poem too.
A poet is only as good as their definition of poetry. A poem can be witticism, it can have delectation. Poems have a deeper meaning that some poets can never explain.
How can something so small take up so much space in my heart? I remember getting a notebook that would be no big deal for some people But to me, it’s one of the best things I could’ve ever bought
The notebook I still use today is purple and sure, it’s falling apart But it means more to me than anyone will ever know….
I’ve decorated it a bit and wrote stories and poems I accidentally ripped some pages and a few had gotten bent But it still doesn’t change how much I still love that notebook
And sure, I may have gotten it some time in May And sure, maybe I never even touched it until two months later in a writing group But that notebook looks like it has been on this earth for years
So you may still ask: How can something so small take up so much space in your heart? Well I’ll tell you….
Whatever that small thing is, it still has a huge impact on our lives Whether it’s a good thing or a bad thing The smallest things are a huge impact
My notebook makes a huge impact on my life Simply because I do what I love in it I may have only gotten it for two or three dollars But that doesn’t matter
What matters is what you love to do What matters is how big of a difference it can make in your own life
It doesn’t matter who got it for you Or if it’s just a little box with a small bracelet It matters how much it means to you
Her soul is like a dark tunnel She feels she can’t escape her bubble She doesn’t believe she’s the missing piece To a puzzle
Her trust for others is gone forever She feels like she is a worthless treasure She feels weak just like a feather She feels she does not matter
All night long, she wonders who she is All night long, she wonders why she isn’t enough All night long, she wonders if anyone still loves her All night long, she wonders who would ever love her or care for her
She can barely see what is in front of her…. That makes sense, right? Sometimes it’s hard to see with such tears in your eyes.
She hates herself She despises herself She isn’t special She isn’t beautiful
She’s just another person who exists…. Someone who isn’t worth it enough She trembles with every painful memory Every word thrown and kicked at her
And that was when she saw it A white feather She struggled to pick up the weightless fluff with her dirty hands but still managed to lift it
If was soft It was art It was a start in healing Her shattered heart
The feather, to her, no longer meant weak The feather, to her, no longer meant powerless The feather, to her, no longer meant distrust
It had strength Wisdom Freedom Power
She no longer felt unloved She felt like she mattered again Like she truly mattered
She remembered that no matter what would happen, she was always going to be loved And if there was no one on earth who loved her, God was always going to love her.
Her soul was no longer dull Her soul was now full Her soul was finally gold
An unstructured clump made its way through tree bushes and wild oak. The city whined and shrieked with every honk and every chat among the folk.
The delicate clump raced from sidewalk to sidewalk, being ignored by the majority of the people who passed by…except for one. Katie Luanne noticed the ball on the ground and picked it up. She opened it and read it. Her mouth hung open. The writing was red.
My dearest Katie…from the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew I would love you no matter what. You are my ray of sunshine, my only way of having peace…. I’ll love you even when the wind may stop. I’ll love you even when my heart stops. I’ll love you even when…you stop. My deepest love…I love you.
-Ralph
Katie stared at the paper before hugging it close to her chest. She must go back….
Emily White was a rich girl in Oaks Ridge Valley, dealing with her true love and the man who only wanted her for business. She needs to figure out if she wants to make her family happy or her heart happy.
When Billy Clinton finds out that Emily kept a secret from him, he doesn’t how to react to that…. He’s dealing with his own problems in his life…. Will he fight for Emily’s love? Will the two run away like they talked about? Will Billy even want to anymore…?
Many things are left unspoken in the world, but never hearts.
My grandmother always told me To love unconditionally To be understanding To be wise and kind
My grandmother always told me To never forget the memories To be good to others To always be honest and true
My grandmother always told me To never stop trying even when it’s difficult To be polite and greet others respectfully To treat life as if it’s your last day
My grandmother always told me To remember where I came from To keep your promises and don’t lie To keep going and work hard everyday
It had been fifteen years since the sun had last risen. I don’t really remember the last time when I or my family was happy.
It felt, to me, that time stood still…that the Earth stopped moving. But it didn’t, life went on. Eventually some family moved away where the sun still shined for them. I couldn’t believe they decided to forget and run off. Christmas isn’t as magical, Thanksgiving is quiet, and Easter isn’t as fun anymore…. Have you ever wished that you could just hit the pause button or maybe rewind? That’s how I feel whenever the holidays come up. Before darkness took over the light…it was so much happier. It was less chaotic and a whole lot more love. Now my siblings and parents are either angry or have a lot of sorrow in their hearts. It’s only once in a while when I will see them smile…and that’s most likely fake.
See…I hate change. Gosh, does anyone really like change? From the time I was born to fifteen years ago, my life was great. There were people who loved and cared for me. And they still do…but they’re not as energized or joyful like they were years ago.
My Aunt Cheryl and Uncle Phil both moved to another city and they barely contact us. My sisters hardly ever come over for holidays and my brother is always locked up in his room playing video games and eating snacks. He’s the worst of all…he never comes out of his room and isn’t that fun loving kid everyone once knew.
Ever since my cousin Jason passed away, life hasn’t been the same. When he was fifteen years old, he got killed in a car accident and it had been hard on everyone. He was the light of the world. The kind of guy to make you laugh and the kind to bring light into something sad and dark. He was like the sun…cheerful, warm, and he had a lot of dignity like the sun.
Now he’s gone and everyone misses him…in their own way. I just wished he could’ve stayed instead of leaving so soon. The only reason why I’m okay is because I know he’s being taken care of by The Good Lord….
This is going to be the best birthday ever. I finally get to celebrate it without having to share a party with my sister. All my friends are here and…oh, even my crush Ben. This is perfect! We have pizza and soda in the basement and snacks. Everything that I wanted as a child, it was all here in this house. Now I know what you may be thinking…I must be a pretty entitled brat if I thought that all my past birthdays sucked. That’s not entirely true. I’ve enjoyed playing with my sister and eating cake with her…but it was only ever one cake. And that cake was always her choice since she was the youngest. I almost never got to invite more than a friend to come while Lucy got to have as many friends as she wanted. On top of that, Mom would rarely pay attention to when I was opening my presents…so yeah, now you can see that I never really enjoyed my birthday.
So when I found out that Lucy wanted her own birthday this year and not share it, I was thrilled and begged Mom and Dad to let this happen. They gave in and I cheered. I was so very happy about this. Lucy was smiling. I guess she knew how unhappy I was and wanted to give me the spotlight this time.
So now I am sitting at a table with all my friends as we talk and joke with each other. It’s the best time. Lucy was eating her pizza and I could tell she was happy. Dad came down with a pink cake that I finally got to pick out and I just stare at it as if it is the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was small…smaller than Lucy’s. But I didn’t care, it was still the most beautiful because I technically got to pick it out. “Make your wish.” Dad says after everyone sings happy birthday. And I do. The lights suddenly turn off and I look around. Okay. Whoever flicked off the lights as soon a I blew the candles, that was pretty good.
The lights turn back on and I see no cake. Seriously? Okay, the joke is no longer fun—“ Dad comes in with the same cake. Everyone starts singing happy birthday and Dad tells me to make a wish.
“Wait…I already did that.” I say. Everyone stares at me as if I had said something crazy. “Umm…good one kiddo. Come on, make your wish.” Dad says…so I do. And the same thing happens, the lights go out and…Dad comes in with the same cake. “Seriously. What is going on? Where is Lucy?” I ask, remembering Lucy sitting near one of my friends. Dad tilts his head and looks at everyone. “Who is Lucy, Maggie?” “My sister! She was here a moment ago!” “You’re our only child, kiddo. Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I get up and race out of the basement to go look for my sister…something’s off. This isn’t right. Every single picture…is me. There are no pictures of Lucy anywhere. It’s as if she never existed. I go to her room and it’s just a guest room.
“Who are you looking for, Mags?” Someone asks and I turn to see Mom standing in the doorway. “Mom, where’s Lucy?” “Lucy? Who is Lucy?” “Your second daughter!” “Are you feeling okay, Maggie?” “Don’t suddenly ask if I’m okay and pretend you never had another child! Lucy, my sister!” I grab my phone to find one of her…but there are none. It’s as if every memory of her left in thin air. Did any of her friends know her…?
Mom grabbed my shoulder. “Come blow out your candles.” She says and I pull away. “I already made my…wish.” My voice trails off as I realize something…. “Oh? What did you wish for, then?” It takes me a second or two to respond. “I wished that I could have a birthday every year and…for Lucy to be out of the picture….”
“Why do you always have to ruin my day? Can’t you leave me in peace?”
“I’m ruining your day? Oh please!”
“I said nothing, so beat it!”
“You didn’t have have to say anything, your face says it all! Look at this beautiful sunshine! You’re ruining it with your grimacing look!”
“Well I’m so sorry that I’m not in a good mood right now! We can’t all have good days everyday, Chelsea!”
“That’s the thing, Will! You’re never in a good mood! If you were in a bad mood today but the next day you were a happy-go-lucky guy, then I wouldn’t mind and would want to see what was bothering you!”
“Oh, so you think that since I always have bad days, that I don’t deserve to get asked that question?”
“No, I’m just telling the truth on how I feel about you! You’re not the only one who has bad days!”
“Bad days? Bad days?!”
“Will you please stop spitting in my face?”
“Do you get people walking up to you and telling you they’re sorry of what happened to your deceased parents? Do you get people asking you what happened to your face? No. You don’t.”
“Will, I—“
“You know what I hate most from this whole disaster…? It’s that my own best friend never even bothered showing up to the funerals. The worst part was that you expected me to go back to my normal life and accept it…the worst part was that you were there for everyone else but me and do you know why…?”
“Will, please, we just need to—“
“It’s because everyone else who was going through something awesome, you were there. When someone had a bad day, you cheered them up and that was the end of it…but for me…. For me, when you saw that I was still mourning the losses, you still lashed out at me for not being happy.”
“Everyone else shows their emotions! Their true emotions while you’re only wanting attention and—“
“I have emotions too!”
“I never said that….”
“Whatever….”
“Will! Don’t go!”
“Chelsea…you didn’t have to say anything…your face said it all.”
Oh, what a special time of the year! You get many presents and you always cheer. But sometimes we forget what it is really about. The birth of our Savior who died on the Cross.
Sometimes we forget that we should give. Sometimes we forget…maybe others don’t have a place to stay for the holidays. We need to remember what this holiday is about.
Spending time with loved ones before they pass. Who knows? It may be their last. We need to remember the Man upstairs who has a heart of gold and a joyful soul.
Now, that’s not to say we should forget the food on the table. We just just shouldn’t forget…the real reason to having a colorful, cheerful Christmas.
