Introduction
Hello! Welcome to a largely exploratory collection of poems. I’ve always loved writing poetry, but lately, I’ve found that I tend to stick to a particular format with stanza arrangement, meter, and rhyme scheme. And frankly, I’m bored of it. So, in this collection, I experiment with different styles of poems, different tones, and different meanings. While these pieces are inherently different individually, they all relate to each other in that they follow the idea of growth. It’s not quite a coming of age collection either though, and there’s no real way for me to express what these poems are to me with the exception of one thing: a playground.
“Soaring Above”
There once was a girl named Dove
She saw herself soaring above
Her heart full of doubt
Her tongue chasing clout
To learn all she wanted was love
“Midnight Moon”
I fear the mirrors’ glaring light
Yet in the midst of blinding night
Pretend I do as black-sky’s moon
But morning hides me all too soon
I envy watching starlight play
They’re shining through both dusk and day
They have no care, ignored or seen
And paint their midnight grasses green
I’m but a specter of the sun
Yet heavy my facade’s become
So through the dawns my dreams have grown
Perhaps one day my light’s my own
“Today, that One Day”
What better dawn is misty dusk
For light can shine more bright in dark
I hear the larks and smell the musk
Scars from sunburns left their mark
But light’s a shadow’s only home
And in the silence whispers stark
Like wisdom trapped in dusty tomes
Called forth my courage, taking flight
And I knew that one day,
I could swim in the sun
And I know that today,
that one day has come
“I Play”
I run
Towards the horizon
Towards the end of the rainbow
That glitters end-to-end
That doesn’t know an end
That is its own end
I prance
Through the sweet spring breeze
Through the warm sun’s embrace
Feeling so free
Feeling so young
Feeling so me
I tumble
And hear all the things I fear
And hear all their venomous words
Of hate
Of failure
Of doubt
I roll
Around in this meadow bright
Around in this whimsical sea
Forgetting the scary night
Forgetting the sting of scars
Forgetting the chains that bind me
I rise
To stand above the skies
To hold the stars in my hand
Turned brave by a lion
Turned strong by a tiger
Turned resilient by a phoenix
I play
And frolic
And grin
Like a fawn to the grass
Like a hatchling to the sky
Like a child to the world
I play
“Soaring with Love”
Now grown this girl named Dove
Finds peace in the clouds above
Her heart beating strong
Her tongue righting wrongs
Spreads wings through the way she spreads love
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