Changing Poetry

The thing I love most about poetry is that it changes every time you read it.

[changingpoetry]

I am not something real

I am not something real.

My heart is made of disparity.

Touch me and you shall not feel.

I once made a deal

with my mind for clarity—

I am not something real.

Castle walls made of steel.

A princess of prosperity—

Touch me and you shall not feel.

Turning of a carriage wheel.

Arriving is such a rarity—

I am not something real.

With you I cannot conceal

theses flashes of severity—

Touch me and you shall not feel.

You don’t yet know what I should reveal

so your laughter is like charity.

I am not something real.

Touch me and you shall not feel.

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

WORDS TO USE INSTEAD OF: BEAUTIFUL

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “beautiful” to describe things/people/etc in your writing? Try using these words instead:

stunning

gorgeous

breathtaking

mesmerizing

lovely

beauteous

cute

alluring

charming

dashing

pretty

majestic

ravishing

dazzling

striking

adorable

enticing

captivating

dreamy

astonishing

[changingpoetry]

Unify

She longs to unite the land

Through a mighty display of power.

With others she will stand,

As justice does not cower.

She will meet great resistance

From the king who wants her head;

He’s gone mad from his insistence

And from the voices of the dead.

They tell her violence isn’t the path

But she knows no other way.

Still screaming from the rath

Of the sister that never saw the day.

Many will join her force-

Many more will fight.

But no one knows, of course,

The things that haunt her in the night.

After suffering and pain,

The Crimson War ends.

The lion king dies in vain

Despite the sacrifice of friends.

She looks to the horizon

Though not a soul understands

She smiles at the sun

It was she to unite the lands.

[changingpoetry]

An Oracle Derramged

If I tell you your destiny

Will you believe it to be true?

Will you leave your fate to the likes of me,

Saying there’s nothing you can do?

Destiny can be changed!

Even I know that-

An Oracle derranged

By every lovers spat.

And what about me you ask?

Well that’s a different story.

Prophecies are a tiring task-

Telling the next hero’s glory.

Once I saw what was ahead

I thought I had no choice:

A lifetime predicting the dead

Telling them with my voice

So I won’t tell you what you want to hear

For your own protection

Partly for my own fear

Of your future direction.

[changingpoetry]

Feathers in the Wind

How I wish I could be free

Like feathers dancing in the wind

But I’m tied down by a destiny

A fate that has me pinned.

And even if I could

Grow wings and soar in the sky,

They’d pin my wings together and say

“Only we deserve to fly.”

[changingpoetry]

Things I can’t fix

We can try to make things better with temporary solutions

A bandaid on a scraped knee

Super glue for my favorite glass figurine

Flex tape fixes everything

Sew back together my little sisters teddy bear

But these are only temporary, and they don’t always work.

Eventually, I have to rip the bandaid off

Super glue can’t put together my scattered mind

Flex tape can’t fix a broken family

And you can’t sew together a heart shattered by disappointment.

[leccae]

I’m sorry I changed without you.

I’m sorry because change is not seamless.

Change is filled with tears and frustration popping open stitches.

Change is using duct tape and staples and still falling apart.

Change is trying to become something new without wasting material.

I’m sorry because change is messy and confusing.

Change is re-writing from a familiar story in a foreign language that you don’t always understand.

Change is erasing thick heavy lead lines and praying it wasn’t permanent marker.

Change is white-out, crumpled paper, and an overflowing trash bin.

I’m sorry because change is painful.

Change is a virus that infects every aspect of life yet is invisible to the people you want to see it most.

Change is uncomfortable cramping while you wait for the muscles you’ve worked to adjust.

Change is the physiotherapist that makes you feel so much worse before it can ever get better.

I’m sorry because change is the only option.

Change is the only life-saving cure that can make me care to push through.

Change is the only path that leads to life instead of destruction, both of myself and other people.

Change is the only way I find peace and love in a world so broken.

So I continue to change.

To transform.

To grow.

To love.

With or without you.

[changingpoetry]

Flowers Like Me

If you had a garden, would you fill it with just one flower?

Would you let all the others wither and die?

While you watch from your tower?

Would you let Mother Nature cry?

Or would you fill your garden with flowers like me?

Who just want to be together and free.