Alright guys i made a post last week of a poem i wrote and got good reviews on it so i decided to do a weekly literature blog of anything I write anyways the first poem is down below and i want you guys to enjoy the rest


Broken

I hear the cries of a family echo,
throughout the halls of a broken home,
the bewildered baby boy cries out to the father,
the father cries out to the son he cannot comfort,
the dainty daughter cries out for the return of the father,
the mother cries for the daughter,
whose wishes she cannot grant,
the father cries over the choice he has made,
I hear the cries of the individuals who cry for one lost,
the cries of those who mourn,
the cries that cannot be sated by words or gifts,
I hear the cries, I hear the cries
Those cries to a father who could not hold his own,
I hear myself cry for the man who was my father,
though i do not hear the cries of the father who is gone

But now i hear the laughter from those who cried
the baby boy laughs because he has fallen,
but the father still cries because he is not there to pick him up,
the daughter laughs because of the outfit she has made,
the outfit that has made its way onto the baby boy,
the mother laughs because of then children's ignorant happiness,
but the father still cries,
I laugh and cry for the brother not bound by blood,
for the times i was able to share, I laugh,
for the months of time wasted with the unbound brother, I laugh,
for the years of laughs yet to come, I laugh,
as time flows by I will always laugh
Laugh at the memories shared with the father,
Laugh at the memories shared with the grandfather,
Laugh at the memories yet to be shared


Hey Guys this week is a poem i wrote called Maybe i got the inspiration for it when my little sister Taylor(6) and little brother Grant(4) who were under my care for the day they asked me to take them to go get ice cream and i said maybe and the way theirs eyes lit up made me take them to go get the ice creamanyways i hope you guys enjoy



Maybe

The word maybe is as undecided as a child
To an adult maybe is a subtle way of saying no
But to a child maybe leaves the world open
Maybe allows their imagination to run wild
To a child maybe allows their mind to be free
Free like the wind blowing through the trees
Maybe, a word not bound by literary constraint
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owing one to be themselves, to be an individual
Maybe says yes to the option of saying no
Maybe is a word that allows you to go
Go places, explore things, create ideas
One little word in the mind of the youth
gives the youth the power to think
To think of anything, to think of everything
Maybe they want to go outside
Maybe I wants to go inside
Maybe he wants to go down
Maybe she want to go up
Maybe we want to swim
Maybe fate wants us to sink
Or maybe we say no we are just going to float
just going to float


Whats up TGer's im back for this week's time with guru the inspiration i had behind this next poem was i watched a music video that had a bunch of scenarios of how this man's life would turn out and my feelings about the music video somehow turned themselves into the following poem


Lemons

People say the when life hands you lemons make lemonade,
But some people do not know the way to make the sweet nectar,
Some may use too many lemons,
leaving the lemonade bitter and gross
Some may use too much sugar,
Making it too sweet, which after time loses its luster
Some may have just gotten some bad lemons
Which ruins the lemonade in the first place
or some maybe refuse the lemons offered,
Whatever the case of life lemons is given to you,
Just remember that you can always experiment
for the perfect recipe of lemonade




Alright guys sorry i was late but been busy with things at home and havent had the time anyways heres this weeks poem i got the inspiration for this when my sophomore teach got pissed at me for trolling him and asked me "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU PLAN TO DO IN LIFE?!?!?" ARRRRRRGH RAGEQUIT..... lol i told him to become a writer or a muician and then this poem is what followed.


The Future

A young man is walking down the street
Trying to realize what he wants to be
As he walks he stumbles over his own feet
He has a good education, but very little money
Not like those rich connected families he just cant compete
But this man has a plan to be all he can be
Because he can imagine his future life, what a treat
I know all this because the man with the plan is me
I have my future and when it comes i will be filled with ecstasy
But if it doesn't I will live my life as best as i can
In hopes that one day i will be free


Sorry guys been late a couple weeks but im back with a double feature posting this first poems inspiration came from reading walt whitman for 3 days straight but with a little twist of my own

Nature is Constant

Nature is full of emotion and motion
with constant mood swings and always in movement
The playful wind, happy and joyous
like an ignorant child not even a year of age,
The grassy hills, calm and quiet,
like a monk who has taken his silent vow,
The rushing river, always excited and surging,
like a dog chasing his tail,
The proud trees smug and brusque,
like a celebrity with a feeling of megalomania,
The raging volcano, angry and full of hate,
like a man whose lost everything out for revenge,
The bereaved storm, gloomy and crying,
like the family that has fallen on hard times,
and then there is the rock beneath it all,
the rock that sits there and shows no emotion, no motion,
the rock indifferent and barren,
like a cadaver lying in a grave,
but yet the rock impassive as it is, is the foundation for all other nature
the one that nature relies on for support,
Nature is full of emotion and motion,
with constant movement and swings of mood
For I am nature and you are my rock.


Alright fro this next one im not going to tell you the inspiration for it i want you guys to guess it.


Confessions of an Outcast

The shroud of night has come,
sky turns to black,
Quiet throughout the house,
Everyones asleep,
I head into my room,
Then light one up,
I inhale all the smoke,
Lungs start to burn
Exhale it all at once,
Smoke starts to build,
A light haze fills the room,
mind starts to twist,
my reality fades,
stress is relieved,
Imagination starts,
My Mind wanders,
Conscience fades into black,
Nostalgia starts,
Memories give me chills,
Good people missed,
I turn on some music,
It starts to surge,
Sway to the pulsing beat,
Vision is blurred,
Body is like jello,
My mind aching,
What i wouldnt give now,
To ride a wake,
My thoughts now blazing,
onto this pages,
Like a wild fire rages,
A noise resounds,
suspicions are higher,
Turn defensive
I realize the strong smell,
Light some incense,
to cover the strong scent,
Start reflecting,
On my recent actions,
Becoming crazed,
And its because this is,
not accepted,
or the way i was raised.