Poetry for the Soul – Chappie 2

I hope everyone likes my poetry…I've worked on all of this stuff since 6th grade. Yeah…6th grade.

Cold

Cold.

On my tongue,

On my nose.

The bright white,

Against the dark night.

Cold.

My Window

I opened my eyes. It was morning. The sun tried effortlessly to sneak through my curtain. I lazily got out of bed. I walked to the window and ripped the curtains open. The sunlight flooded in. I let the sunbeams caress me with their warm feeling. I smiled and closed my eyes for a minute, then opened them again. The sun was glowing around me with satisfaction to have been allowed into my room. I opened the window. I was covered in a shroud of sunlight and warmth. I closed my eyes once again to slip into my bed, and inside, feel warmer and warmer every second.

Rainy and Gloomy

Gray. Black. All the gloomy colors you can think of. I stood there, staring out the window, window opened, letting the little wet drops drop onto my tongue. Nice and wet. It woke me from the warmth and laziness of my bed. I felt invincible. Every drop made me stronger. It was rainy and gloomy. I didn't care-because from where I was standing; the sun was shining all over the place.

A New Beginning

I stood there in my beautiful white gown. With my husband-to-be. I watched the priest. He spoke with such care. I looked up at my husband-to-be. He stood there looking so handsome, so tall, and so proud. Then, the priest said the words I had been waiting for. "You may now kiss the bride." I looked at my ring, then turned to my husband-to-be. We both leaned forward and kissed. A huge applause broke out from the crowd. My eyes filled with tears of happiness. His did too. There were many others crying and clapping out in the crowd. Everyone began to stand up while clapping. I was now a true woman. It wasn't the end though. It was a new beginning.

With the Wind in my Hair

I softly and swiftly ran through the grassy prairie field.

With the wind in my hair.

I marveled as the sun crawled behind the hills.

With the wind in my hair.

I saw the forest become darker and darker.

With the wind in my hair.

I watched the light in the house stretch to it's full strength.

With the wind in my hair.

I slowly melted into the ground and disappeared into the evening air.

With the wind in my hair.

A Long Time Ago

That was a time to remember, that time long ago. The best time of my life. A time that was spent with my family and friends. Now all my friends and family are gone, gone somewhere far, far away. They'll never come back, and now, it is my turn to join them. To join and rejoice and remember that time, that time, a long time ago.

The Sadness in her Eyes

I once saw a homeless woman trudging through the snow. Freezing cold. I looked into her eyes. She didn't see me, but I could still see the sadness in her eyes. They brought tears to mine. My mother quickly pulled me past her. I looked back. This time, the homeless woman locked her eyes with mine and threw away the key. I could not pull my eyes away from her unbearable helpless gaze. I could not hold the tears back. They silently ran down my face. Her eyes pleaded and begged for help. Shelter. Food. Warmth. My mother was still dragging me along. The woman disappeared into the snow. The river of saltwater continued to run down my little pink cheeks. To this day, I could not forget the sadness in her eyes.

Alone

I'm all alone; I've no home, no hope. I've no food, nor water. I am already slowly drifting away. I no longer have the strength or courage to go on, in search of hope, a home, food, and water. Everything disappears. I am left in total darkness. I am alone.