Monday's Poem

Lasting Hopes of Life

Water, wind, and wisteria I smell you
You are everywhere to me and beyond
The sky that changes from hues of blue
I look at you for answers within my bond
Of unconscious mind that sleeps deep in slumber
I yearn to awaken that part of me
And reach for the best and greatest number
Will it be more than ten or less than three?
I aspire to make it there someday and will
Succeed as long as I never give up myself
I want to forget it all but that bill
Will never let me forget Santa’s elf
Helping him make ends meet for better and to thrive
In the holidays for everyone to enjoy
In peace and happiness for them to strive
For their best rather than becoming coy
I see now that I can never end this cycle
As long as it runs, I must run as well
Or I will disrupt the means of this cycle
I want to go back to those times I could dream
Is it impossible to wish for it?
I need to feel it like the flowing stream
I will go and do as I deem and never quit

Sunday's Poem

Steps of Reaching Something

Every day I grow older and wiser
Every step I become stronger and calmer
I’ve sprouted and become like a geyser
Who knows no fear or wrongs of a bomber

I want to feel the slowness of time
I want to be here and explore all
I can feel the breeze blowing my hair
I can feel the caresses of the grass

I paint the sky and blues and pink
What is one’s capacity of skills?
When does my ambitions end and begin?
Where do I start and end my goals in life?

I do what I must to survive and live
I endeavor all the great things and give
My hope and faith to all of my causes
And wish them no tragedy or pauses
And stops to meet them in any event

Saturday's Poem

*This poem is in dedication to the song “Let You Go” by TRAX, a Korean rock band of SM Entertainment.

Let You Go

Her:
I feel it so deeply
Do you feel the pain too?

I wonder how I let you go
I can’t seem to let you go

I feel wetness, is it my tears?
On my cheeks, hands, and heart

I want to eat what you eat
I want to see your face

All I see are these old pictures
These memories of happiness

Where did I go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?

Him:
I feel it too so deeply
This pain is hurting me

How could you let me go?
I don’t want to let you go

My tears can’t seem to stop
It’s everywhere on me and you

I remember all the things we ate
All I want to see is your face

These drawings of you I’ve drawn
My happiness of capturing your face

Where did I go wrong?
Where did we go wrong?

End:
Can this sadness ever end?
Can we ever be together again?

A Poem for Friday

Seasons of Our Lives

As we walk through the paths of our lives
We know what obstacles may get in our way
It’s like making our swims and dives
What we do, people always have a say
Seasons always change like us
Our mood changes on what kind of day it is
Not many see how it’ll be; like on a bus
On days it would be a working-biz
How do you control things that happen for a reason?
We wish we could change things from the past
Though you cannot; like a season
Things in life happens for better or worst
Sometimes it’s bad and sometimes it’s good
Why do we have the craving of thirst?
Or cravings of hunger that long stood?
Too many questions and not enough answers
As time goes by all we wish for is happiness
To receive such we should all become dancers
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives
Seasons of our lives will be the future of tomorrow



**Please comment on my poems. Thanks!

Thursday's Poem

Perfection Is What She Is

This is a poem for Nickie
So it has to be perfect
It has to be crazy
It has to be different.

This is a poem for Nickie
So it must be special
It must shine
It must stand out of all.

This is a poem for Nickie
So if it’s fantastic it will not be sad
If it’s weird it must be like her
If it’s gushy it’ll be great.

This is a poem for Nickie
So let’s be dancing
Let’s be singing
Let’s be together forever having fun!

This is a poem for Nickie
So let it be fun
Let it shine like the sun
Let it last for eternity.

This is Nickie’s poem
So it is
Special forever
Like being loved
Perfect like her.

Wednesday's Poem

Niagara Falls

Soft, rainy, watery,
Clear water, large rocks,
Waterfalls, ferry boat,
Lots of people, sunny,
Summer in Niagara Falls.

Sunny, bright, and warm.
Near the falls it’s shady and cool.
Water falling – roaring
Lots of talking
Lots of flashes.

How deep is the water?
How many people are on the boat?
Why is everybody here?
How long have the falls been here?

How I felt when I was here:
Awesome
Happiest moment
Refreshing
Happiness
Freedom from life

Water breezing
Water breezing
Water breezing

Tuesday's Poem

Sorry, I've been busy lately writing papers that I hadn't had time to post up any new poems (old poems). I hope you will like this poem. The next four poems were written when I was in high school, my senior year.

My Perfect World

Walking into the living room
I must get out a broom
Stick to clean suck mess.
It was lookin’ the bess
Of the best after finished.
The kitchen, “oh how blemished
It looked from every corner I saw.
It must be clean that it’s glazing,
But don’t let it be so blazing.
Being and keeping clean should be law.
Everywhere I go, everything has to be neat;
Even when in a car, the seat
I sit on must look as if new.
And my world is only the brew
Of my life of perfectionism.
This is my world of realism.