06/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I was reluctant to say hello
I didn’t think you’d say it back
You wouldn’t want to be my friend
You were too good for me
I was reluctant to ask you out
I didn’t think you’d say yes
You wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend
You were out of my league
I was reluctant to say yes
I didn’t think you’d really mean it
You wouldn’t want to be my husband
You were way too successful
I was reluctant to let you go
I didn’t think I could
You wouldn’t want to live like this
You were too much for this world
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label expectation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label expectation. Show all posts
Friday, May 21, 2021
Reluctant
Labels:
Daily poetry,
dating,
Death,
expectation,
Grief,
Love,
love poetry,
marriage,
Poetry,
reluctant
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Spending My Days in Bed
11/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I used to dream
About being able
To spend my days
In bed not worrying
About the world
Or getting up for work
But now that I
Have no choice
But to be in this bed
I miss having the choice
And wish I hadn’t
Been so stupid
As to put my life in danger
For a cheap thrill
Not knowing the result
Would change my life
Forever in ways
I never expected
Like resenting the bed
I’d long to spend
More time snuggled in.
I used to dream
About being able
To spend my days
In bed not worrying
About the world
Or getting up for work
But now that I
Have no choice
But to be in this bed
I miss having the choice
And wish I hadn’t
Been so stupid
As to put my life in danger
For a cheap thrill
Not knowing the result
Would change my life
Forever in ways
I never expected
Like resenting the bed
I’d long to spend
More time snuggled in.
Labels:
bed,
Daily poetry,
expectation,
injury,
Poetry,
reality
Monday, February 22, 2021
The New Kid
21/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Walking into school
Not knowing anyone
Far away from friends
And worried about everything
Because you don’t know
Which teachers are nice
And which kids to stay away from
Or where the best spots are
When you want to sit quietly and read.
Will the librarian be strict
Or let you take an extra book
Every now and then?
Is the sports teacher cool
Or a hard arse
Who only has eyes for the very best?
Will that boys beat me up
If I look at him funny
Or sit in his seat in class?
Is the pretty girl going to laugh
When I talk to her
Or accept me for who I am?
You don’t know what you’re getting
Until you walk through those gates
And the world closes in on you
While you find your feet
And your voice,
And maybe being different
Isn’t different here
And I’ll fit in just fine
Even though I’m the new kid.
Walking into school
Not knowing anyone
Far away from friends
And worried about everything
Because you don’t know
Which teachers are nice
And which kids to stay away from
Or where the best spots are
When you want to sit quietly and read.
Will the librarian be strict
Or let you take an extra book
Every now and then?
Is the sports teacher cool
Or a hard arse
Who only has eyes for the very best?
Will that boys beat me up
If I look at him funny
Or sit in his seat in class?
Is the pretty girl going to laugh
When I talk to her
Or accept me for who I am?
You don’t know what you’re getting
Until you walk through those gates
And the world closes in on you
While you find your feet
And your voice,
And maybe being different
Isn’t different here
And I’ll fit in just fine
Even though I’m the new kid.
Labels:
anxiety,
Daily poetry,
expectation,
Fear,
kid,
new,
Poetry,
school,
teachers,
worry
Tuesday, February 2, 2021
Reliance
02/02/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I don’t like reliance.
The dawning dread
Of people placing their trust
Upon my wee, small head.
The expectation placed
At my feet
That I will live up to
The task at hand.
I don’t like reliance.
The need to include
Other people in my plans
Because I lack something.
I like to do things
My own way
In my own time
Without compromise.
I don’t like reliance.
But I accept it
And live with it
Because I have to.
I don’t like reliance.
The dawning dread
Of people placing their trust
Upon my wee, small head.
The expectation placed
At my feet
That I will live up to
The task at hand.
I don’t like reliance.
The need to include
Other people in my plans
Because I lack something.
I like to do things
My own way
In my own time
Without compromise.
I don’t like reliance.
But I accept it
And live with it
Because I have to.
Labels:
acceptance,
Daily poetry,
expectation,
Poetry,
reliance,
self,
trust
Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Always on my Mind
09/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
It’s always on my mind:
The unrelenting fear
Of not being enough
In this world so predicated
On the successful of everyone
And failure not being an option,
When I just want to exist,
To be at peace with myself
And the world around me,
Without the constant pressure
To be more than I am
On any given day.
It’s always on my mind:
The deep-seated resentment
I carry around with me,
Like a weight on my shoulders
That I cannot put down,
Burning its way through my soul
With every expectation
Placed mercilessly at my door
By those who choose not to understand
And are then offended by
The anger and bitterness
That spills from my lips.
It’s always on my mind:
The haunting poeticism
Of an everyday life
That is filled with days
And weeks, months, years
Of extraordinary ordinariness
That leaves no mark
And betrays no deeper purpose
Than that which society feels
Should be my place within its confines
And allows no room for self-expression
Or mould-breaking experiences.
It’s always on my mind:
The plaintive melody sung softly
By a heart that yearns to be free
Of the shackles of normalcy
And escape the overarching shadows
That dim the light inside me
To a point where I cannot see
Where I end
And the rest of humanity begins
As we form an amorphous mass
Of pseudo-intellectualism
And rabid hatred of other.
It’s always on my mind:
The unrelenting fear
Of not being enough
In this world so predicated
On the successful of everyone
And failure not being an option,
When I just want to exist,
To be at peace with myself
And the world around me,
Without the constant pressure
To be more than I am
On any given day.
It’s always on my mind:
The deep-seated resentment
I carry around with me,
Like a weight on my shoulders
That I cannot put down,
Burning its way through my soul
With every expectation
Placed mercilessly at my door
By those who choose not to understand
And are then offended by
The anger and bitterness
That spills from my lips.
It’s always on my mind:
The haunting poeticism
Of an everyday life
That is filled with days
And weeks, months, years
Of extraordinary ordinariness
That leaves no mark
And betrays no deeper purpose
Than that which society feels
Should be my place within its confines
And allows no room for self-expression
Or mould-breaking experiences.
It’s always on my mind:
The plaintive melody sung softly
By a heart that yearns to be free
Of the shackles of normalcy
And escape the overarching shadows
That dim the light inside me
To a point where I cannot see
Where I end
And the rest of humanity begins
As we form an amorphous mass
Of pseudo-intellectualism
And rabid hatred of other.
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