Tuesday, February 23, 2010
ode to freedom
It is freedom
The one way escape
The gulp of fresh air
The spread of ones wings
That is never and always too late
The hope of ones choices
Free will in the act
If we captured a piece
I’m betting
We’d know beauty at last
When given too much
Like a sweet overdose
It just may overpower,
all other desire
and lead to, a crashing downfall
When given a little
Worse: not at all,
Suffocation!
There is nothing else
That can be said.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Blank verse
By MeeSoh Bossard
We know that things are never what they seem
Take you, take me; observe the flaming rose
Reach out to take her: beauty, when you see
And know upon the edge of which you stand:
Be it may a curse on which men lie
Temptation was not without its own flaw
To warn you, warn me of repeating allure
The rose too has a coat of blood dipped thorns
Perfect, pleated, pressured, and preserved
Yes sir, you too may keep a part love
In its light of unperfected trust
One sided attraction is all that ever was
villanelle
A1 People say that beauty’s found within
b Everywhere are models without souls,
A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin
a This world it takes us on a dangerous spin
b We learn that pretty is what makes us whole
A1 People say that beauty’s found within
a As kids we’re taught fighting won’t make us win
b But kids fight ugly through surgery : now outta control
A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin
a Tear stained eyes and hearts will be worn thin
b When all feel hopelessness in empty roles
A1 People say that beauty’s found within
a It doesn’t matter from where you begin
b Being what you’re not becomes the goal
A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin
a Unless self-satisfaction is to the brim
b In our hearts will always be a hole
A1 People say that beauty’s found within
A2 Truth be told none look beyond the skin
Sunday, February 7, 2010
free verse poem
Somedays you feel alone
The feeling of adventure and exasperation
Itching in every corner of your body
But with no place to go or
Anybody to turn to
You just feel
downright
alone.
Somedays we feel empty
Every breath, every echo, every moment seems to
Mirror our emptiness
So much so that we come to assume
that the sky would care how we feel.
As if the beads of water plopping
Softly onto the pavement are in honor of us,
Like the melody of sadness pouring from the sky
Was meant to be a harmony
To the pianissimo choir that runs down
Each of our cheeks on
These days.
It’s on these somedays
That we long for somebody to understand,
That we long for somebody to listen.
But on most days,
The only person we can count on to be there for us
Is ourselves.
Monday, February 1, 2010
"The Waking"--> Analysis
My own Sonnet
When spring evolves into a blur of leaves
And through the trees all winds blow two and fro
I too, shall be here falling silently
Twirling, spinning, swirling: letting love go
As clouds of black and blue and stormy gray
Envelop skies of calm and joy and mirth
I fear that I shall have to go my way
To find a place for love and its new birth
All things will change into a set of new
New life, new chance, new breath, new hope, new light
Sometimes leaving is what we have to do
But scared we hold onto what isn’t right
For Autumn ends to bring us a new spring
The only time and place to grow new wings