Here will lie a combination of poems that I have created as well as other poems that have caught my eye. I may not be very good at rhyming, but it’s a type of word release that I find very helpful when processing.
Rosie
To you who has always believed in me
You have always loved me
Ever since the first time you held me
You were always sassy and sweet
You had these old wrinkly hands
That had touched so many lives
You had beautiful blue eyes
That would watch me with care
Even with your tall boney frame
Hugging me so tight I didn’t even care
You loved crafts
You loved teaching students
You loved me
I know it’s not just about me
There were those who were closer
But I just wish you would say one more time
“I’m not bionic!”
Oh how that was your catchphrase
-Rose Hanlon
New White Converse Shoes
Oh how you were so pearly white when I saw you
What a good impression you made with me
It took some time to get comfortable
Soon enough we’ve made so many memories
walking here and there
But as they do you’ve got some scuffs now
More time passes
you’re not as clean as when I first saw you
Usually how it goes
I either get fond of these well-worn shoes
and want to keep them forever
or end up tossing them
I still remember the good times
but I’ve moved on
and there are other shoes to admire now
-Rose Hanlon
Discomfort is a sour pill
I realized the reason
for my discomfort around him
He’s never really responded to me
When I have said something it’s like
I’ve spoken to myself
like I’m invisible
like my words can’t be heard
it makes me feel insignificant
I don’t like it
So now I know why I don’t like to talk around him
to feel like the center of attention
cause normally I’m not
-Rose Hanlon
From Take Me Back
I start thinking I don’t know you
and I never really did.
I thinkin’ all them things I showed you
that I shouldahada hid
my mind gets kinds fuzzy
and my thoughts get out of wack
drank too much of the Kraken now
I’m coughin’, chokin’, hackin’ up
blue and green ink
in the kitchen sink
begging please, take me back.
-Alzenira Quezada
A Very Short Song
Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
and that is very bad.
Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.
-Dorothy Parker