Poem Flow
I'm trying to add more flow to my life in all aspects. When I am singing songs I tend to write new songs by just flowing words and emotions together. I throw in some imagery, irony, and rhythm and ta-da! Music... I can't quite type them like that but I'd be interested in trying. I'm also setting a goal to go to an Open Mic sometime in this coming summer with some friends and we can all share poetry to our fellow human beings.
Here's a first; Unedited, unfiltered, raw poetry (sung in my head though, so its already a song)!
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The whispering meadow awaits.
She's fiery and opens the gates.
But it isn't the words that she says.
That delivered the oceans at bay.
What about this frightens you? Is it true to be so blue?
Sadness brings the art to me and happiness sets me free.
Open your heart to the growth that it needs.
Live every year with greatest of ease.
But you'll never give into the norm.
Brave the tides, sing it by, through the storm.
Fill your cup with the things that should, bring about your highest good.
Sadness brings the art to me happiness sets me free.
The meadow is dim from the night.
Let it pass, call the sun up with might.
Walk carefully over the grass.
Nurture it then hunt when you're fast.
We all make tomorrow by our actions today, balance your life through the rest of your stay.
Sadness brings the art to me and happiness sets me free.
Here's a first; Unedited, unfiltered, raw poetry (sung in my head though, so its already a song)!
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The whispering meadow awaits.
She's fiery and opens the gates.
But it isn't the words that she says.
That delivered the oceans at bay.
What about this frightens you? Is it true to be so blue?
Sadness brings the art to me and happiness sets me free.
Open your heart to the growth that it needs.
Live every year with greatest of ease.
But you'll never give into the norm.
Brave the tides, sing it by, through the storm.
Fill your cup with the things that should, bring about your highest good.
Sadness brings the art to me happiness sets me free.
The meadow is dim from the night.
Let it pass, call the sun up with might.
Walk carefully over the grass.
Nurture it then hunt when you're fast.
We all make tomorrow by our actions today, balance your life through the rest of your stay.
Sadness brings the art to me and happiness sets me free.