I.
White Knuckles
My pride- a fire
Roaring in my stomach and climbing up my chest
Refusing to go unnoticed
Refusing to sit in the sidelines
And not interfere
My pride leaves me crying in the bathroom
Typing out the same story over and over again
Until I’m the only one left
With no option to escape
My grip on it tightens
“I want to go home”
Because home is safe
And home is familiar
But home can’t free me from my own mind
Or my petty grudges
Or every trait that further isolates me
Until I’m completely alone
I want to let go
Why can’t I let go?
Knuckles white
My grip on it tightens
II.
By a Girl Who is Sick of Being Stepped On
School systems
They bleed copper pennies
Cry silken tears
But their faces host no stains
Their tin foil minds
Feed insincere advice
Empty promises, and plastic sympathy
To the chapped lips of their tin foil mouths
And they think they're smart
But they're so blissfully unaware
Of the hurt and the crushing bias
that they must be schemingly hyper-aware
Of the pain they cause the children
They "protect" under their roofs
When ten years of harassment is dealt with
Threat Of Suspension
Do they not see what they're doing
When they're sweet talked and lied to
And turned against the little girl
Who has no place in her world?
You say: "special snowflake"
I say: "They hurt me
But You Broke Me"
III.
Bad Poem About Bad Poems
And as I sit here
writing bad poems
I know
that you are
the sun
the moon
the clouds
and all of the stars
in my sky
And in my gut
I can feel
the chaotic calm
settling
as I realize
that even now
I would take a bullet for you
even though
I know
that you’re the one holding the gun
IV.
Consumed
I can’t handle you
When I think of you, look at you
I’m consumed
I’m a cup of water and you’re the meniscus
Sitting at the rim of the glass
Almost spilling over
But not quite
I almost sleep
But I never do
I hear your voice in my dreams
Your smile is burned to the inside of my eyelids
Your laugh is embedded in my soul
And when I go
I’ll tell the gods to carve our names in the stars
So our love never truly dies
V.
Black and White
A single white rose
Sitting in the dark room on
The cold winter’s night.
Like a breath on frosty glass
Obstructing your view
Then disappearing, my love
Is but a fleeting moment
VI.
Untitled
She was the wind
She tugged on my heart and flew me over the top of the world
And then
She stopped
She left, and she dropped me into the ocean
So I sank
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Suffocating
And here I am
Still sinking
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
But I am learning to swim
I am learning to fight back
To reach the surface
Because she may be the wind
But I am the stars
And I will survive this
I will
VII.
Hiking
A clear mountain stream
Carving through the rocks
And rushing, fast-paced
I breathe in the fresh, thin air
Dizzy from high altitude
The sky is filled with white noise
Dandelion seeds
Blow past in the wind
Inhaling, I sneeze
VIII.
Power Outage
Flickering candles
Reflecting the snow outside
Can’t warm my cold hands
IX.
Freckles
Your
Freckles
All scattered
Reminded me
Of a game; I want to connect the dots.
But this is not a game, your face is stern
As you start to
Back up and
Walk from
Me
X.
"Pride"
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Poetry contests I entered:
http://www.poetryinstituteofcanada.ca Open Ages Poetry Contest
http://poetry.com/ Daily contests
http://www.poetrynation.com National Amateur Poetry Competition
White Knuckles
By a Girl Who is Sick of Being Stepped On
Black and White
Hiking
Freckles
Poem Formats:
White Knuckles- free verse
By a Girl Who is Sick of Being Stepped On- free verse
Bad Poem About Bad Poems- free verse
Consumed- free verse
Black and White- tanka
Untitled- free verse
Hiking- extended haiku
Power Outage- haiku
Freckles- double tetractys
"Pride"- concrete