Spring On A Winter’s Day

And so when it seemed coldest,

the plants withered away with frost.

Along came the oldest,

of seasons both present and lost.

For just one day the snow and ice had gone,

and the grass shown green on the front lawn.

It was as if Spring had appeared, if only for a day.

A reminder Winter is not forever, and Spring was on its way.

The birds chirped in the morning, the animals played!

A light breeze sounded through, and the branches swayed.

Nature was thankful for the promise that life would yet come,

and although Winter was needed, the world would not remain numb.

Poetry (Read Entire Thing)

Into the clouds he stared for years,

his childhood drifting in the sky.

He yearned for what was often feared,

to tell the Earth goodbye.

To travel and see the planets and stars,

exploring the universe far and wide.

That night he slept, he had turned 16,

and his dreams took him oh so far.

To a place he had only ever imagined,

now he was here.

On a brand new planet, the bluest in color.

It shown throughout space like no other.

He dreamed of wonderful things- new species, new skies, and everything in between.

If you were enjoying reading that, my apologies but it’s over.

You see, I started writing that for today’s post and I realized I could just not get it to rhyme the way I wanted to. I debated the old rule in my head that poetry has no rules. But it really pissed me off when the rhyming was all messed up.

Rather than finishing the poem I started, I decided to make the point that poetry does in fact have rules. One that I think should be a universal law of poetry is it either has to be a “rhyming poem” or a “doesn’t rhyme at all poem.” Because when you try to only rhyme in some parts and not all throughout the entire poem- the quality of the poem goes down tremendously. Like at that point it starts to piss off whoever is reading it because it rhymes sometimes and doesn’t rhyme other times, and it confuses the reader. And when it’s real bad it’s like, “is this even supposed to be a poem or a story or what?” Yeah poems can tell stories, but the way their rhyming is structured shouldn’t define whether or not it’s a story. That’s defined by the author’s style of writing and what they are trying to accomplish by writing it.

Example: They could have written the poem to tell a tale or they may write one that makes people feel emotional but doesn’t have any real plot to it.

This realization has actually made me appreciate poetry a lot more- because I sort of feel as if even though poetry has a huge following around the world, it still seems to be one of the most under-appreciated arts of writing.

And I hope that this article has made you appreciate poetry a lot more. Because that way when I release a poetry book here in the near future, you’ll know it’s worth buying 🙂 See what I did there?

Mood Changes (Poem)

In the morning she glows, warm in the sun.

Looks to me as if to say, what have you done?

Why nothing at all, nothing has changed!

Except, my love that it has started to rain.

You must help me, save me, do all that you can!

For when the rain falls you become a different man.

Your mood will change at the littlest action,

and I am left in a relationship with little passion.

Quickly, now, we must get in the car.

She started it up, and drove them quite far.

Until they outran the rain, reaching a far away place.

One where the sun always shines, and the man has a smile on his face.

Sunrise, Sunset

All to me, all to mine

The Earth with sun and moon divine.

From heavens fall gifts but of what we know not

Only in our heads, our prayers begot.

Wind whispers in anxiousness-

to our excavation of lands.

Telling the sea and the mother of our wondrous plans,

To fill this planet with people, up to the brim

whilst nature takes to hide in the ever growing dim.

We must appreciate the true wonderments of mother earth,

she remain forever our sacred center hearth.

No more will waste be found in the seas,

wind no longer carrying disease.

The people are happy, the earth has recovered.

The earth, one woman, our sacred mother.