Poetry 2015 - Odessa McNiel (beautiful books to read txt) 📗

we'd rather stand by

Than help someone through the pain?

What has our planet become?

People should be so ashamed

Of all the suffering

Because no helping hand was lain.

 

We believe because of the differences

That they don't deserve sympathy

And that they deserve the pain,

That shouldn't be equal

And that they shouldn't be treated the same.

 

But a different skin tone doesn't mean

We're different, and

Neither does the person we bind to,

Commit to forever and a day to.

We are all human beings for God's sake!

He has not and will not ever discriminate.

 

Put the blame and the hate aside.

Strip away what you think is different,

And look beneath the surface of it all.

 

We are human beings,

Each and every one.

Poetic Thinking

The noise blacked out.

The world blown away.

Nothing is left besides

The very pen you hold in your hand

And the blank, white walls

That surround you,

Close in on you,

And suffocate your thoughts.

Suddenly, the pen jerks.

Slowly at first

Then all at once,

Blazing across the walls,

Covering every surface.

You just wanted to spread your thoughts,

Your words, but instead,

You've touched the world.

Your ideas have spread across the map,

Bled through the ocean,

And rained on every surface.

You hear the noises ease back,

And the colors seep in again.

Your piece is complete.

 

Crime

The screaming.

The crying.

Your laughter.

Their pain.

But they won't feel it anymore.

You've relieved them of their suffering.

No more pain.

The knife sinks deeper

As you watch the blood

Pooling by their face.

It drips from the wall

Where it splattered

During the chase.

The mouth hangs open

With the unspoken words of Death,

The inaudible last breath.

They lie still now,

Without a twitch,

Without a sound. 

Toy Box

 Innocence at its prime.

Toys spread across the room.

A little girl sitting on the floor.

Pigtails curling 'round her chubby face.

A frilly dress all pink and full.

She holds a doll in her hands.

It's the one you gave her,

But aren't also all the rest?

She smiles at you

With a toothy, goofy grin.

Your heart melts 

At your baby girl.

So, you can't even be mad

At the mess she's made of the room.

But you tell her anyway

To pick up the toys and stow them away.

She puts them in the box

Without saying a word.

But each year, the white paint

Chips off,

And the letters that spelled her name

Break off in red chunks.

The toys are played with less often,

And eventually not at all.

She has put her toys away.

The innocence has gone astray.

The Song

The melody took you away.

I saw you as you started to sway.

You fell for the gentle tones,

Melting away into the nothingness of the song.

I tried to catch you on the bridge,

But you slipped through the bars,

Falling with your emotions.

I Hope You Dance

I tried to give you one last dance

It was all you ever wanted

To sway with not the beat

But in my arms with me

With your head on my shoulder

Your hand in mine

Twirling around and around

The only ones on the floor

The only ones in the room

The band for us only

Our hands intertwined

Your hair flowing with each sway

Your dress billowing out with each turn

A kiss split briefly between our lips

 

But you bit the dust

We came in second

You fell before the song even started

Your dress pooling underneath you

Instead of billowing out

Our hands slipping past the other

A kiss that never brushed our lips

Our future twirling our of control

The band playing for the church

 

It was all you wanted

One simple dance

I couldn't handle one little lift

Wherever you're going

I hope they have a dance floor

I hope they have a band

One that plays just for you

I hope I can be there to watch you

You'll twirl around and around

I hope your hair flows

And I hope your dress billows

I hope you dance

What I See

She stands before the mirror,

Picking at the smallest details-

The ones that hardly matter.

She catches my stare

With her pale, blue eyes.

She asks for my opinion.

She wants to know what I see.

 

I see a woman.

Not just any woman,

My woman,

The most gorgeous in the world.

 

I see a flirtatious smile,

Peeking beneath the blonde curls,

Urging me to kiss

Her ruby, red lips.

 

I see my wife,

My partner in crime,

My very best friend,

The love of my life.

 

I see the future, my future:

A white picket fence standing tall,

A big house looming behind it,

A couple of kids streaming

Through the yard.

 

But right now, I see

Her curly hair, bouncing with each step.

A little white dress,

Flowing loosely in the wind.

A beautiful girl without a care.

A pair of sparkling eyes on a dare.

 

I see our first simple kiss

On that first simple date

On that simple day so long ago.

 

I see you falling,

Falling so deeply in love.

Just you and me

For eternity.

 

So, yes, let me tell you

Exactly what I see.

 

Blind

We the people.

We the blind.

We wear these glasses upon our face.

The masks of human identity,

They block the true image and

Blur the lines.

We don't ever see what's real.

We don't ever see what's fake.

We don't ever see the difference

Even if it's plastered on our face.

And true beauty, what's the real definition

If no one can truly see it,

Acknowledge it,

Accept it,

Appreciate it?

We'd be able to see it

If we'd just remove the glasses.

But who really wants to know

What really lies beneath?

Bottle

It shatters to the pavement.

Liquid splays to and fro

In between the cracks and crevices,

Sticky.

 

It's like the glue that constantly warped

The real image of my life.

Another shatters,

And it's reapplied.

 

But as it dries it forms these cracks.

They splay to and fro across the arteries of my heart

Like the delicate veins in my wrist.

Slowy, it crumbles to chunks.

 

Until one scrapes my wrist,

And those veins shatter across the tile on my bathroom floor.

Blood splattering to and fro

In between the cracks and crevices,

Sticky.

 

They'll say it wasn't their fault

When they were the ones that let it fall.

They let that bottle tumble and tumble

Because they didn't think it would hurt me at all.