There comes a time when we just feel the need to express ourselves. Some take a paintbrush to a canvas others slap words on a page. It doesn't matter how you express yourself creatively, just that you do it in the first place. It is so much more rewarding to build or create something than to destroy it.
Today I've brought you two short poems in which I hope you'll enjoy and hope may bring about some joy and happy feelings.
So without any further distraction, I give you this first poem I've written entitled 'It Goes to Somewhere.'
It Goes to Somewhere
Across the river on the other side of the forest there was a long road and it went to somewhere.
Its cobblestones and concrete laid flat and bare as it made its way to somewhere.
At times it was true and straight and narrow other times it twisted and bent and curved around trees and foothills and creeks.
Still it made its way to somewhere.
It elevated its way along miles and miles of terrain and travelled alongside a string of countless estates as it went on and on facilitating the way for an endless supply of travellers and their mates.
The only certainty that was laid was that it made its way to somewhere.
Final Thoughts on 'It Goes to Somewhere'
I've enjoyed reading the poems of Robert Frost, his poems always had a buddhist sort of quality and I have found that the simplicity of his poetry leaves the imagination free to run wild and go where it would like to go. I hope the poem left some sort of an impact on you.
This next piece is quite reflective...
We all have happy and sad memories lurking for us to revisit in the past. Although we can get tied up thinking about the past or the future, our mind should try its best to truly exist in the present. The present moment is the gift few of us truly appreciate and in that moment is when all the good things happen!
I hope this poem below impresses that idea upon readers.
Looking Back at the Past
If looking back at the past we could say we've done more good than bad I'd say we're on the right track...
Funny those that seem to have the most tend to walk the middle path...
What's the middle path you ask?
Sometimes were flush and sometimes were bust...
When were up it never seems enough and when were down it feels we may never find the stuff to get us back up again...
But life goes on regardless of the sentiment.
So let this be a testament and point out the prevelances of a prevailing attitude a selfless act could be the key to a new altitude...
The highs and lows of life are better managed by benevolent souls...
With good intentions in mind the oceans of time in which this story unfolds will play the song that we make just like the rippling waves that crash upon the shore.
Thoughts
There's something about creative writing that really removes the bonds of everyday life and allows us to truly be free and explore!
We can find ourselves exploring places that we may have never imagined going as we make our way through the day to day moments of our lives.
I'm always interested in knowing my reader's thoughts and opinions, so if you liked it or didn't like it, I'd love to hear your opinion either way!
Did these poems affect you in any way? If so, please do tell below in the comments section!
Authored by: Zentalk
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