Submissions by liana_j_wood (Liana Wood)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hi. I use poetry as a way to express everything. I cant really use spoken words very well. Poetry helps with my mental health and i hope my poems help you too. <3
Autobiographical
Listening to your heartbeat,
Makes me happy.
People are always assuming
awkward attributes
about adopted kids.
We are like everyone else,
except for one thing.
We are happier.
I have learned to appreciate my family.
We fight like normal families,
we make up like normal families,
we do everything like a normal family,
except for one thing.
We love more.
Our fights are intense,
our makeups are sweet,
and our love,
our love is never ending.
It goes on for miles.
Adoption has taught...
Makes me happy.
People are always assuming
awkward attributes
about adopted kids.
We are like everyone else,
except for one thing.
We are happier.
I have learned to appreciate my family.
We fight like normal families,
we make up like normal families,
we do everything like a normal family,
except for one thing.
We love more.
Our fights are intense,
our makeups are sweet,
and our love,
our love is never ending.
It goes on for miles.
Adoption has taught...
#identity
#confessional
#myself
#SelfReflection
#FeelingLost
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Memory Poem
I was asked to write a poem,
About one of my memories.
I took a bit to think about it,
But none of them stood out to me.
So I’m writing a poem,
For all the times
That I, just can’t
Recall.
All my memories
Sway, swoop, and swirl
Through my head.
Some days,
they’re vibrant
And alive!
Other days,
it feels like they’re dead.
The days I do remember them
I feel like they have emotions
of their very own.
Like they need to be heard,
They call my name.
The other days though, ...
About one of my memories.
I took a bit to think about it,
But none of them stood out to me.
So I’m writing a poem,
For all the times
That I, just can’t
Recall.
All my memories
Sway, swoop, and swirl
Through my head.
Some days,
they’re vibrant
And alive!
Other days,
it feels like they’re dead.
The days I do remember them
I feel like they have emotions
of their very own.
Like they need to be heard,
They call my name.
The other days though, ...
#memories
#confusion
#emptiness
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DU Poetry : Submissions by liana_j_wood (Liana Wood)