Unique,
Trying to grow tall,
Feeling you don’t fit in
With all those who surround you.
Listen!
Listen!
Don’t you dare give up trying!
Look up, reach for the sky!
You do have a
Purpose.
Butterfly Cinquain
Unique,
Trying to grow tall,
Feeling you don’t fit in
With all those who surround you.
Listen!
Listen!
Don’t you dare give up trying!
Look up, reach for the sky!
You do have a
Purpose.
Butterfly Cinquain
You go to bed before the sun sets
I am a night owl, burning the midnight oil
Yet we are friends
You like hazelnuts, spice cake, and tea
I like licorice, mint and coffee
Yet we are friends
You like cool nights and enjoy the rain
I like it warm and enjoy hot summer days
Yet we are friends
You like flip flops and air conditioning
I like sneakers and natural air
Yet we are still friends
Your skin is a different color from mine
My skin is a different color from yours
Yet we are friends
We are all different
We are all unique
That’s what makes us each special
We all have likes and dis-likes
Our skin maybe a different color
But we can still all be friends
We can agree to disagree
Walk in friendship and love
And enjoy a life of harmony
Sharing with each other
Every nation, tribe, language and people.
For we are all God’s Masterpiece according to Ephesians 2:10
Free Verse
Stepping out of my comfort zone
It’s difficult, thats true
Life is taking on different tone
Stepping out of my comfort zone
I’m out sharing, not sitting alone
Lots to see, lots to do
Stepping out of my comfort zone
It’s difficult, thats true
Triolet
No Normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
So don’t wait for it to appear
No normal doesn’t live here
And tis a word you’ll not hear
From this quite abnormal kid
No normal doesn’t live here
Guess it really never did
Triolet
#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.
Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.
Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular
As I was walking to my car I noticed the many leaves scattered all across the parking lot. Their colors vividly showed against the black pavement. The leaves seemed to all be from the colorful Maple trees that were planted nearby—except—right by my car I noticed one lonely Oak leaf lying in among all the Maple leaves. Thus, an inspiration for today’s poem.