Poetry (+some of own)

Poetry is such a beautiful aspect of literature. It has so much to it. I really enjoy reading poetry because it gives me the overall emotions of the poet in a very few sentences and the different figures of speeches the poet uses to express a single emotion are magical. Today we know so many great poets- Shakespeare, William Wordsworth, Edgar Allen Poe, Maya Angelou, Shel Silverstein, and the list goes on. I always felt that poetry is something that doesn’t need to make sense to anyone except you because it is what you feel. Like William Wordsworth says, “The spontaneous overflow of feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.” I completely agree. So today I decided to give poetry a try. I really enjoyed writing these poems so I hope you like them? (I compiled 4 of my poems)

LOVE

When something you love turns into something that causes you pain, It’s not a passion anymore, all your love has gone in vain. Love is like the highest highs and lowest lows, Before you know it you’re just lost in its flow. How can something make you so miserably happy? You have reached that stage where you write poems that are sappy. “Love is like the sea,” her father taught her, Sometimes you fall in too deep and try not to drown in its powerful waters. Oh! I feel like I am on top of the world like I am the king, Poor child beware of the sadness it brings. Suddenly love becomes like the flower that withers, It feels like you are a bird without feathers. You have no courage nor wings to fly, At this point, it is like why even try? Oh, dear girl! A wise woman once said and I think it fits! Find something you’d die for and live for it.

This poem is about not necessarily your love for someone but it could be your love for something. It means like a passion for someone or even something! It shows how sometimes you take excess love and once that love is gone, the sadness you feel is unbearable. That is what the last line means to teach you, find a balance. Find that one thing you would give everything for and make a reason to find your growth. Sometimes you take all its love and give all your love to it. That is balance.

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THE BOOK OF LIFE

She was never whole, she was always hidden, It was like living life to the fullest was forbidden. She always hid behind her own reflection and the opportunity of coming out of the shadow she never took, It was like her life was a dusty, unopened book. Oh! But once she realized that the pages were hers to fill, She started adding chapters sitting by the window sill. She filled her book with parties, friends, and some wild Friday nights, She put some pieces of herself and some shocking sights. Day by day her book became bigger, It was like her life had some figure. She wrote and wrote and poured out her heart and soul, Until finally at last she felt whole. She cherished the book throughout her life, While she was a daughter, sister, mother, and wife. Until it was finally her time to go up and away from the land, As she took her last breath, she held the book of life tight in her hand.

This poem is a story about a girl who realized that as she grew older, she was wasting her life away. She then realized her life was like a book and it was her responsibility to fill in the chapters. She filled them in and was content with the way she had done so. She cherished this fun part of life while having responsibilities like her job, her house, her children, her parent. On her death bed, she was ready to go away while she held the book she had created in her hand.

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SELF-CARE

She loved him more than anyone, It was like he was her rock, her home, basically everything under the sun. She emptied all her love and left herself hollow, He was everything she looked forward to in tomorrow. Her love was like the sea, immeasurable and unmatched, The door to self-love she had latched. Oh! Like all others, he broke her fragile heart, He put her back at square one, right at the start. She had so much love in her but no one to give it to, She was like an overflowing river, nowhere to pour the excess onto. One day she came across a book in her mother’s nook, She flipped through the pages and decided to take a deeper look. The words were right there in big and bold, right in front of her eyes, She had been blind to it but now no more lies. “Self-love isn’t selfish,” it taught, From day one you have always had everything inside you, it’s the world who convinced you that you did not.

This poem is about pouring excess love onto someone and leaving nothing for yourself. Sometimes you need to realize that self-love is more important. If you don’t love yourself, you can never love anyone else. Self-love is really important so sometimes take that time out of your day to appreciate yourself and everything that you have achieved and accomplished for yourself.

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GIRLS SUPPORTING GIRLS

She’s so pretty, smart and can make you laugh a lot, She is everything I am not. She makes all these outfits look so good, I got to school and cover my face with my hood. How does everyone like her but not me? Is there something I don’t have, something I don’t see? She’s so athletic, so deep, so kind She even has a pretty face to match her pretty mind. Oh, dear girl! Do you not see? Not everyone is as perfect as they seem to be. It’s okay to weep, it’s okay to cry, To your emotions, you cannot lie. But everyone is not the same, From the looks to the personality to the name. It’s okay if she’s everything you’re not, You got something she doesn’t get We all are unique in our own different way, But this all does not matter, because at the end of the day, We should be there for everyone, What was that book I had read under the blazing sun, Oh yeah! It was the girls supporting girls one.

This poem is about how girls should support girls and instead of comparing themselves and picking out their own flaws. Everyone is different and some people put on a façade of being perfect when their life is far from perfect.

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I hope you enjoyed this blog and I hope you liked these poems. I also hope these poems taught you something or meant something to you. I want to continue to write some more poems and hopefully, there will be a part two in the future.

Thanks for reading

Xx Mahika

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