And I’ve already failed at posting a daily poetry. Ugh. I can’t seem to keep anything together. I will still attempt to write more consistent posts.
~ hiddengirl75
Tag: Poetry
7/7
Staying up too late, and scrambling to finish
Waking up to smiles, painted yellow
Boring, skipping, guilt, that's what I felt
Sadness with a cute blue jacket, Disney bound
Health and good feelings with a new friend, Peabody
The perfect day full of movies and sushi!
Visiting Lola, with jello and feeling lazy
And that's the end of my week!
Daily poetry post! Let’s hope I can actually keep up with this one.
Today’s prompt was to write one line per day of the week, based on what happened last week for you. So it may sound messy, but it’s my week, one day per line, yay!
Until we meet again…
~ hiddengirl75
The Untouchable
You tell me that I’ve got this
But do I really?
I don’t believe
I do
I watch myself
sink further
Until out of reach
From me and you
You reach out
to grab me
I let myself
Sink further away
No belief
And all alone
People say I’ve got this
But I don’t believe
That I do
It’s always
A little further
Then I can reach
And you could care
So I sink further
Into my own self despair
I have decided to write daily poetry and the prompt I got for today was the untouchable. The description said, something that would always be a little bit out of reach. As I thought about this the first thing, I came to was belief in myself. At this moment right now, I think I lack a lot of belief in myself and look towards others for self reassurance way too often. So, I think I shall try to be more self cofident and sure of myself.
Until next time…
~ hiddengirl75
Love
What’s so great about it?
Why does everyone want it?
Do I need it?
It is such an easy word
To throw around
Why do we give it so much meaning and yet so little?
We say “I love it!”
Do we really?
What is love?
How do you love?
How do we use love?
So easy to say.
Too easy to say.
So much meaning and yet so little.
Do I need love?
Do you need love?
Maybe not.
But do you crave it and want it?
Simple, yes.
That’s why I hate it and the word.
It’s too easy to use or misuse.
Too easy to say.
And love itself is such a touchy subject.
Can you say it?
“I love it” or “I love you”
It should be heavy
When you say it
It should hold meaning
But does it?
A poem based off a weekend challenge that I missed the deadline to. So here I am posting it here, because I haven’t posted poetry in awhile.
Until we meet again…
~ hiddengirl75
Ice
Moving slow
On the ice
Then gliding and spinning
Flying through the wind
The ice under me
Spinning me faster and faster
Gliding and pivoting
The ice smooth and silky
Hard and rough
The terror as I spin out of control
The ice
Once a friend
Now a fiend
Breaking me from dreaming
Stepping out once again
The dreams vanishing
Gliding back out
Holding my breath
The audience gasping
Letting out the stale breath
The loud gasp filling the air
Stumbling
Falling
Gasping for breath
Grabbing at the air
The dream now broken
Wishing to go back to the ice
The fiend
Once a friend
A friend who broke me
A friend who stabbed me through the back
Nothing holding me there
The ice cold like fire
Burning and hurting me
No matter
The pain pushes me
Back to the ice
Again and again
I wrote this a while ago and I first released it on the poetry amino app. It got featured and people seemed to have liked it so I thought that I would release it here too, since I haven’t posted in a while. Hope you enjoy it.
~hiddengirl75
Guilt
Okay, so I’m on the amino app. In the poetry community and I was going to enter the weekend challenge but I didn’t make the deadline so I thought why not post it here. So here I go the challenge was to write the poem in letter-style, so yeah.
Dear ___________,
Why do I feel so guilty?
Looking at happy memories,
Associated with you.
I know the feeling is not normal.
I know that you didn’t mean it.
I know that you are oblivious to how I feel.
I hid and avoided
Ducking in and out of buildings
Just to not run into you
But when they told be how
You had flushed red
When teased
I felt guilt and sorrow
Why had my feelings been more important
Why did I leave you,
In their line of fire
I’m sorry I did nothing
As you took all their jokes
Maybe it didn’t bother you
Maybe it’s all in my head
But I will never know
If you truly did flush red
Did you look at me
As I glanced away
Do you hate me?
As I run away.
Hey,
Can we still be friends?
Even though I ditched you
And left you defenseless in the end.
I’m sure you’re fine
And don’t even care
That the thoughts in my head
Aren’t even there.
So I’ll go away now and leave you here
Without me maybe you’ll be safe from their endless stares.
I’m sorry,
love, C
Well there’s that, hopefully it was good. I had those feelings stored in me for a while so now it’s all out and it feels great. I encourage you to write a poem or a letter about lost feelings or hidden loves. It might make you feel a little better when you let it out.
~hiddengirl75
Friends
What are friends
Are they people that you hang with even when you have doubts
Are they kind, souls who care and find time
To sit, talk and share
~
Are they people who swear that they will forever remember
Or are they just folks that never seem to be there
While you cry and surrender
~
The question is who are your friends
Are they loyal and true
Do they lie and cheat
~
However you see them
Maybe it’s true
But take a look and you’ll find that it might not be that blue
~
For there are always people who love and care
Who will listen and talk through the storms in your lair
~
So take the time
And take heed
Be the friend you want to be
~
But don’t expect to be pleased
With everyone that you meet
~
We all have secrets
And we all have lies
That even our closest friends
Seem to be surprised
~ hiddengirl75
Wandering with me 