Poetic Reflections

Faded

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sat, 27 Nov 2010 07:54:00 +0000

Color drained

Seeping slowly

My life left behind

Footprints

The only witness

Pastel

Pale version

Of who I was

Who am I now?

Vibrance gone

Flittered away

Butterfly to a moth.

I need a reason to wake up.

Rainbows

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Fri, 20 Aug 2010 15:28:00 +0000

Beautiful,

Glowing soul

Endlessly,

Radiant spirit

Such a

Happy child

In life,

In death, and

Eternity.

His presence

Lifted

So many hearts

Created

So many smiles

He brought

Joy

To those around

Him.

And though,

We may not

Be able to

Kiss him,

Or hug him

Every day

Or to take

Pleasure

In his delights

As he discovers

His world...

We can

Live on,

Knowing

That he will never

Experience

Sadness or

Misfortune

Or be wronged

At the hand of

Another.

Little Max

Will only know

Happiness.
He will only know
Smiles.

So when you're
Feeling sad,
Just think of
Little Max
And your heart
Will become full
Of his smile,
His laugh,
His happiness.

He will be
Waiting right
There inside
Your heart.
To banish your
Tears
To give you
His love.

Though Max
May be gone
From our world,
He isn't far away.
For, he lives
With the rainbows
From our tears,
Inside our hearts.

Becoming Me

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 08 Aug 2010 19:57:00 +0000

Who am I
Deep down
Inside?

Am I
A friend
Or foe?

Do I
Lift myself up
Or drag myself down?

Do I
Believe
In all I can be?

Or drown
In needless
Insensitivity?

The answer
I think
I know.

And now
It is time
To Grow.

Stand tall
And move
Right past,

This image
Of who I
Used to be,

And become
Simply...

Me.

Farewell youth

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 19:27:00 +0000

Only a flutter,
Remembering the past
And then it's gone.
Never let it surface too long.
Gone are days of youth,
Each and every one.

Miss You

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Thu, 15 Jul 2010 04:42:00 +0000

The life we lived
The things we did
All revolved
Around one another.

Time passed
We grew up
Things changed
And so did we.

I miss that life
I miss those people
But they're gone
They no longer exist.

I miss that hope
That anything is possible
That somehow
Things could be different.

I wish that
Life could reverse
So many things
That I'd do differently.

Take a missed opportunity
Turn it into history
Re-write the future
Make us both in the present.

I miss you
I love you
My long lost friend.

Too Late

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 02:24:00 +0000

Gone from my life
but not from my mind
Life has changed
You've lost your shine
Your image
fallen from grace
Is still
One of a familiar face

You are someone
I no longer know
Yet I feel no one
Could know you more
Your gift arrived
You pushed everyone away
Though I tried
You didn't want me to stay

Now on the outside
You seem much the same
But inside I know
Everything has changed
Your sadness began
You turned away
From your friends
From everything

I just hope you realize
Before it's too late.

Goodbye, My Friend

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 04:20:00 +0000

Said goodbye for good
Never looking back again
I am happy now.

Invisible

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 19:53:00 +0000

And oldie I dug out of my archives...

Invisible

You cut me off mid-sentence
To talk to someone else.
You ask me about my day
But change subjects before
I can answer.

I speak, yet no one hears.

Everyone makes plans
For things outside work.
But they never include me.
If only they would ask,
I would love to join them.

I bleed, yet no one sees.

People pass me as
I eat my lunch alone.
They wave and say “Hi”
To the girl behind me
No one say’s “Hi” to me.

I exist, yet no one knows.
I am invisible.

Monet Beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 06:28:00 +0000

You are beautiful
Lovely as Monet could do
Best keep my distance

Life Balance

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 29 Nov 2009 17:02:00 +0000

leading a life
of Following
you Miss out
on opportunities
to Lead.

yet the
Opposite
is also True.

the quest now
is to find the
Balance
to make your
Life your Own.

The way of life

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 19:30:00 +0000

It's the way of life
Isn't it?
To live
To learn
To experience
All that you can?

To enjoy
The big moments
To savor
The little ones?

To regret
The way things happened
Even more
The way they didn't?

To move past
To push on
To grow
Every chance you get?

Learning to accept
The past
And believing in
Your future?

Yes, that is the way of life,
I believe.

New Beginning

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:52:00 +0000

Lovely way to clear the air
Past revisited
Perfect way to start over

Same Yet Different

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 15:30:00 +0000

Time passes
Things change
Everything is different
Yet everything's the same.

Passing the same people
Taking the same routes
Breathing the same air
Yet the air is different somehow

Not sure what to do
This feels like an ending
An urge to start over
Almost feels like a beginning

Remembering

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 17:04:00 +0000

Make it go away.
Make the memories erase.
I want to sleep now.

Weekly Word Prompt:

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 27 Sep 2009 01:46:00 +0000

It's time for the weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply reply in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: fire.

Her heart was on fire,
heating her from
inside out.
A hot blush
scorched her
pale skin.
Then the icy fingers
of embarrassment
latched hold
and suddenly she
couldn't breathe.
The man, disarmingly
handsome,
deceptively
honest,
was embracing
her best friend.
Their lips met.
Their hands caressed.
And watching
this scene,
her heart broke.
So she wiped
her tears and
held her head
up high.
She marched past
the pair
and said goodbye.
Goodbye to
men
and goodbye to
friends.

Love From Afar

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 05:25:00 +0000

The man stares,
lonely,
across the crowded
room.
He pines for the lovely
dark-haired maiden
quite
oblivious to his
gloom.

Entranced by her
smile,
he has fallen in
love,
has been for
awhile.
He summons his
nerve
and starts across
the room,
but a man whisks
her away
leaving only a trail
of her lilac
perfume.

So close yet
worlds apart.
So he shuffles home
to nurse his broken
heart.

Garden Affair

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 04:14:00 +0000

A beautiful girl
stands there
solitary on the
terrace.
Slowly dusk blooms
around her.
Staring across the
perfumed garden
she catches his
watchful eye.
Forbidden words
shared only
through a look.
Slowly she raises
her fingertips,
pressed ever gently
to crimson lips,
and sends her
love to him.
A touch at her
side alerts her
to another's
presence.
Rosy blush
creeps into her
cheeks thankfully
masked by the
dusk.
An arm around
her bare shoulders
guides her
ever away
into a life
she does not
want and farther
from her
garden lover.
Inside
her heart breaks
into a million
tiny pieces.

Haiku

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Tue, 22 Sep 2009 06:24:00 +0000

Noontime sun so hot
The sprinkler is a reprieve
Water dances on my skin

Summer Evening

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Mon, 21 Sep 2009 02:00:00 +0000

the evening
breeze kisses
my skin

the cricket
serenade echos
in my ears.

I relax with
a cold glass
of lemonade

as the sun
sinks slowly
past the horizon.

Afternoon Storm

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 00:00:00 +0000

Sitting here
with the rain
pouring down
around me,
I close my eyes
and let the rest
of my senses
take over.

The scent of
wet grass,
The splash
of the rain
dripping into
the puddles
at my feet,
The cool wetness
against my skin.

A peaceful
feeling glides
over me,
as I let my
mind fall into
this beautiful
afternoon storm.

Nothing To Say

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 18:16:00 +0000

They had nothing to say to each other.
Annie was tired. After fighting for so long, there was nothing left to say. She glanced over at James, who looked embarrassed, as if he wanted nothing more than to run away. It was then she realized it was time. She stood, pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and walked away from the only love she'd ever known.

This snippet was created from Blog Prompt #161 @ http://www.creativewritingprompts.com/

Weekly Word Prompt: Rain

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:20:00 +0000

I've decided that I'm going to do a weekly word prompt. What this means is that I am going to pick one word and use it to inspire a poem. Then I challenge each of my readers to use that same word to inspire a poem or a short bit of prose. If you would like to share what you write, I'd love to read it. Simply post it in the comments of this post.

This weeks word is: rain.

Here is just a snippet.

Afternoon sunshine
Glints off the
Rain drops as
They fall to the ground;
Tiny diamonds dancing
In the air
Landing with a
Ripple into the
Sparkling pond.

Life is a Monster

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Thu, 17 Sep 2009 04:52:00 +0000

Life will bend
your mind
until reality
breaks,
until your soul
stops beating
and your
heart falls to
pieces.

Life is a
dragon breathing
fire down your
back,
never letting
up until your
happiness is
blistered and
red
and your hope
is a shattered
mess.

Life doesn't care
if you have
wants or needs,
its a ruthless
demon
pressing ever
forward
until life itself
ceases to
exist.

Taylor Interrupted

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 07:10:00 +0000

Beautiful in a
twinkling gown
Taylor accepts her
shiny award.

Kanye is
quite displeased
his deplorable
actions to be abhorred.

Beyonce is
a vision in red
and sets
to make things right.

But with all things
said and done,
it was still a
quite spectacular night.

Where I belong

noreply@blogger.com (Kim A) — Sun, 13 Sep 2009 17:19:00 +0000

I want to be where the nights
are crisp and cool
To look out across my land
and witness that beautiful
blue haze each
and every day

I want to breathe
the clean mountain air
to fall into the spectacular
views around me
and forget everything
but that very moment.

I want to lay
in grass, looking up
into an endless blue sky
and know this is where
I belong.

This is home.