The Power of Poetry; My Favorite Poems I've Written Recently

Happy Wednesday! If you didn't know already my favorite subject in school is English, especially poetry units. I've always found myself incredibly inspired by the power of poetry. The way so many ideas and critical thinking can come out of 100 words on a paper is insane to me. And this past month in my English class we've been writing a ton of poetry. So I decided this week for the blog I would share two of my favorite poems I have written for class. Feel free to interpret these the way you want! Enjoy!

The Definition of Love by Heartbreak

What is love?

A complicated splatter of emotions,

Running through the veins of the body

Creating signals of joy yet sorrow.

Love has two outcomes

A forever happiness,

Or an endless strain of heartbreak.

Crying on the bathroom floor,

Or a constant smile.

You’ll feel both.

The moment when you think it’s forever,

And the moment you know it’s over.

The red rose turns black,

Or keeps growing into a beautiful plant.

The candles stay lit,

Or burn to hot wax

The hand you hold in the park,

Slowly slips out of your fingertips.

Their blue eyes glisten in yours,

But they’ll eventually shut for good.

And you never see them the way you once did.

Mimi’s House

The light purple door

with the round window cutout,

Shines light in the hall.

The Roland keyboard on the stand,

Sits still,

Waiting to be touched by the little blonde girl.

The short lady lifts her,

As she presses button number 11,

“Danza Farfalla Danza!”

The women with the pink lips claps,

While the little blonde girl twirls in the dining room.

The bubbling water of the dark pot,

Spills over the top.

Sizzling noises fill the wind of the fan,

While the short lady stirs the water,

Into a tornado of heat.

The light purple door sings,

As another little blonde girl dances into the house,

With flowers and a stuffed cat.

A man and women follow behind her,

Making the door stop its noise.

The little blonde girl grabs the man’s hand and drags him to the table.

The rest follow.

They join hands in grace,

“Hail Mary full of grace, the Lord is with thee, Blessed art thou of amongst women”

They say,

“Blessed is the fruit of thy womb Jesus, Holy Mary, Mother of God, Pray for our sinners,

Now, and at the hour of our death,

Amen”