Submissions by TaraElizabeth (Tara Rickman)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 4:34pm
9th Feb 2014 4:34pm
Spring in Winter
In with the winter came something that felt like spring
Outside the trees were dying
but in my heart flowers were blooming
The sky was grey and looked like death
but her smile looked alive as it shined with light like the sun
The silence of the woods as animals began to sleep
didn't compare to a contagious laughter that kept me awake
While the changing colors of my surroundings went from bright to gloomy
I was growing a garden within my self that happened to get bigger with her loving smile and selfless help
Outside the trees were dying
but in my heart flowers were blooming
The sky was grey and looked like death
but her smile looked alive as it shined with light like the sun
The silence of the woods as animals began to sleep
didn't compare to a contagious laughter that kept me awake
While the changing colors of my surroundings went from bright to gloomy
I was growing a garden within my self that happened to get bigger with her loving smile and selfless help
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LOVE POEM
Published
9th Feb 2014 4:10pm
9th Feb 2014 4:10pm
Kissing Someone Who Cares
This kiss was different.
She held me close.
Her hands found my face
and caressed my burning cheeks with care.
Her glasses fogged up
as my mind felt like cool air.
Her heart beat fast
and I could feel it beat with mine.
Her eyes grew dark
and I couldn't help but stare.
Her lips were soft and sweet to taste
and I knew in this moment that this kiss was different.
She actually sees me too and she actually care.
She held me close.
Her hands found my face
and caressed my burning cheeks with care.
Her glasses fogged up
as my mind felt like cool air.
Her heart beat fast
and I could feel it beat with mine.
Her eyes grew dark
and I couldn't help but stare.
Her lips were soft and sweet to taste
and I knew in this moment that this kiss was different.
She actually sees me too and she actually care.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 6:44am
11th Feb 2013 6:44am
The Ones
They continue to disregard the ones who want the best.
The ones who strive and long for overall success.
They awake with the thought that they want to see a better day.
But as soon as they speak their minds, they are brushed away.
These people are bright and full of passion.
These people are abundant but society wants them rationed.
The ones who reassure children that it is, in fact, okay to dream.
The ones who reassure adults that it is, in fact, okay to change.
They are open minded an innovated.
They are the ones who shine through even when others want...
The ones who strive and long for overall success.
They awake with the thought that they want to see a better day.
But as soon as they speak their minds, they are brushed away.
These people are bright and full of passion.
These people are abundant but society wants them rationed.
The ones who reassure children that it is, in fact, okay to dream.
The ones who reassure adults that it is, in fact, okay to change.
They are open minded an innovated.
They are the ones who shine through even when others want...
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Jan 2013 9:01pm
13th Jan 2013 9:01pm
Pain Comes with Rain
The rain pours down
as the sky cries out
and my heart bleeds tears
just as the clouds shed theirs.
The wind roars in pain
and the screams escape my brain
the wind feels like ice
and the loneliness breaks my will to fight.
Suddenly, the rain calms
the wind halts
my voice grows tired slowly
and my body shakes violently.
The air is quiet yet cool to the skin.
The sky is still cloudy and I still have something held deep within.
The rain has gone along with my tears,
but then, the thunder rumbles again and so do my never ending fears.
as the sky cries out
and my heart bleeds tears
just as the clouds shed theirs.
The wind roars in pain
and the screams escape my brain
the wind feels like ice
and the loneliness breaks my will to fight.
Suddenly, the rain calms
the wind halts
my voice grows tired slowly
and my body shakes violently.
The air is quiet yet cool to the skin.
The sky is still cloudy and I still have something held deep within.
The rain has gone along with my tears,
but then, the thunder rumbles again and so do my never ending fears.
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Sep 2012 5:36am
4th Sep 2012 5:36am
The Pain is Almost a Need
The need is almost painful.
Those words left unsaid, continue to bounce around in my head.
The need is almost painful.
Because of those lingering glances, the heart in my chest rapidly prances.
The need is almost painful.
When there's a small space between our lips, I forget about all possible hardships.
The need is almost painful.
When our skin touches, every nerve in my body rushes.
The need is almost painful.
Every moment shared between us, paints another portrait on our canvas.
The need is almost painful.
When any and all words leave your...
Those words left unsaid, continue to bounce around in my head.
The need is almost painful.
Because of those lingering glances, the heart in my chest rapidly prances.
The need is almost painful.
When there's a small space between our lips, I forget about all possible hardships.
The need is almost painful.
When our skin touches, every nerve in my body rushes.
The need is almost painful.
Every moment shared between us, paints another portrait on our canvas.
The need is almost painful.
When any and all words leave your...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
9th Jul 2012 1:28am
9th Jul 2012 1:28am
People In My Life
There are very few people in this world I feel close to.
Very few people , indeed,
that I can say I think of wholeheartedly.
I am not saying I don't care for strangers, because that's not true.
I pray every night for those I have yet to meet
as well as those I'll never see.
But, it's the few special people I am blessed to know
that I thank God for because they're the ones who make me glow.
They are best friends of mine, family members too and also one special someone I plan to one day call "my boo."
We all have this close nit of people who either...
Very few people , indeed,
that I can say I think of wholeheartedly.
I am not saying I don't care for strangers, because that's not true.
I pray every night for those I have yet to meet
as well as those I'll never see.
But, it's the few special people I am blessed to know
that I thank God for because they're the ones who make me glow.
They are best friends of mine, family members too and also one special someone I plan to one day call "my boo."
We all have this close nit of people who either...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th May 2012 5:24am
19th May 2012 5:24am
Hate for the Hater
Such sharp words slice my confidence down
however, I will not now- nor ever- let you see me frown.
Hate flows through your veins as if it were a necessity.
Most need blood, oxygen, and food to live- you need pleads.
Pleads for mercy or for forgiveness
because you like to make it appear you are the center of everyone's happiness.
When in reality you are the poison that kills so many things
starting and ending with all my dreams.
I seek paradise every night and day
and I find it once you are away.
You have become what I hope to never be
you...
however, I will not now- nor ever- let you see me frown.
Hate flows through your veins as if it were a necessity.
Most need blood, oxygen, and food to live- you need pleads.
Pleads for mercy or for forgiveness
because you like to make it appear you are the center of everyone's happiness.
When in reality you are the poison that kills so many things
starting and ending with all my dreams.
I seek paradise every night and day
and I find it once you are away.
You have become what I hope to never be
you...
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SELF POEM
Published
19th May 2012 4:59am
19th May 2012 4:59am
Fear
Alone as they come,
I seem to be.
Lost as they get,
I just can't get free.
Destroyed to the ground with no way up,
I am finding this life to be too rough.
Hungry for love, acceptance, and care;
but when I go hunting everyone is bare.
I long for someone- something- to help me through;
however, I just cannot figure out what to do.
I wish for someone to come for me.
Someone to help set me free-
free from my fear that holds me back.
The fear that has stopped me time and time again.
It shows up so often-it reminds me of an unwanted friend....
I seem to be.
Lost as they get,
I just can't get free.
Destroyed to the ground with no way up,
I am finding this life to be too rough.
Hungry for love, acceptance, and care;
but when I go hunting everyone is bare.
I long for someone- something- to help me through;
however, I just cannot figure out what to do.
I wish for someone to come for me.
Someone to help set me free-
free from my fear that holds me back.
The fear that has stopped me time and time again.
It shows up so often-it reminds me of an unwanted friend....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 4:10am
27th Apr 2012 4:10am
Unfortunate
One more day
that is all I have.
I know you don't even have a clue
but I will forever miss you.
Do I have love for thee?
Yes, yes I do indeed.
To say what you do to me is difficult
because I don't even know and it's pitiful.
I want to be there for you at all times
but I know someone already is, what a crime.
I am happy, though, not jealous
because I honestly want you to be filled with happiness.
I know you probably don't think of me the way I do you.
I can't blame you, I wouldn't too.
You really are on a different level then I....
that is all I have.
I know you don't even have a clue
but I will forever miss you.
Do I have love for thee?
Yes, yes I do indeed.
To say what you do to me is difficult
because I don't even know and it's pitiful.
I want to be there for you at all times
but I know someone already is, what a crime.
I am happy, though, not jealous
because I honestly want you to be filled with happiness.
I know you probably don't think of me the way I do you.
I can't blame you, I wouldn't too.
You really are on a different level then I....
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SELF POEM
Published
27th Apr 2012 3:44am
27th Apr 2012 3:44am
This
This is a constant reminder.
This is a reason if I ever need one.
This is why I don't like people.
This is why I am private.
This is why I am never open.
This is why I ache inside.
This is why I should be called a fool.
This is a waste.
This is a new scar that will never fade.
This is a knife in my heart.
This is why I hate getting close.
This is why I feel broken.
This is why I feel alone.
This is why I am alone.
This is why I can't handle relationships- of any sort.
Because sooner or later I have to say, "Goodbye."
This is a reason if I ever need one.
This is why I don't like people.
This is why I am private.
This is why I am never open.
This is why I ache inside.
This is why I should be called a fool.
This is a waste.
This is a new scar that will never fade.
This is a knife in my heart.
This is why I hate getting close.
This is why I feel broken.
This is why I feel alone.
This is why I am alone.
This is why I can't handle relationships- of any sort.
Because sooner or later I have to say, "Goodbye."
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Apr 2012 8:42am
8th Apr 2012 8:42am
My Own Adventure
I love the smell of a new book
it is a promise of a story that will keep me hooked.
I get attached to the characters
like a widow does to old letters.
I turn page after page
and find myself becoming assuaged.
The more I read
the stronger the need.
The more details
the more I have a favorite I wish to prevail.
Hours pass by as I sit in silence
while inside my head it is as loud as a raging audience.
The more into a story I travel
the more my emotions seem to unravel.
To say a good book makes me elated ...
it is a promise of a story that will keep me hooked.
I get attached to the characters
like a widow does to old letters.
I turn page after page
and find myself becoming assuaged.
The more I read
the stronger the need.
The more details
the more I have a favorite I wish to prevail.
Hours pass by as I sit in silence
while inside my head it is as loud as a raging audience.
The more into a story I travel
the more my emotions seem to unravel.
To say a good book makes me elated ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Apr 2012 5:30am
7th Apr 2012 5:30am
As You Are
Assmoothassilk,
yourvoicemakesmemelt.
Asblueastheskyatnoon,
youreyesmakemeswoon.
Ascarefreeasachild,
yourpersonalitymakesmehappilywild.
Astruthfulastime,
yourwordsmakemesweetlychime.
Assoftasacloud,
yourtouchmakesmewanttoscreamaloud.
Asunderstandingasacaringmother,
yourcompanyis,tome,likenoother.
Aswiseastheelders,
yourthoughtsmakemeglad,withyou,Ihavenobarriers.
Asneededasoxygenistoalllivingthings,
yourexistencegivesmewings.
Asapiececompletesapuzzle,
yourheartmakesmyheartlongtonuzzle.
yourvoicemakesmemelt.
Asblueastheskyatnoon,
youreyesmakemeswoon.
Ascarefreeasachild,
yourpersonalitymakesmehappilywild.
Astruthfulastime,
yourwordsmakemesweetlychime.
Assoftasacloud,
yourtouchmakesmewanttoscreamaloud.
Asunderstandingasacaringmother,
yourcompanyis,tome,likenoother.
Aswiseastheelders,
yourthoughtsmakemeglad,withyou,Ihavenobarriers.
Asneededasoxygenistoalllivingthings,
yourexistencegivesmewings.
Asapiececompletesapuzzle,
yourheartmakesmyheartlongtonuzzle.
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DU Poetry : Submissions by TaraElizabeth (Tara Rickman)
