How I Found Myself at a Verse

I’ve always enjoyed playing with words. They fascinate me. The simplest of words are most powerful in the correct situations. There’s nothing better to stress this power than poetry. I was always fascinated with that, but my inherent fears stopped me from writing them. Last month, I finally decided to stop “thinking” and start writing.

And in writing poetry, I had many of my emotional burdens clarified. I felt free. I’m in no way saying that my poems are wonderful. But I like to see them as a Work In Progress.

I hope you enjoy these and share your feedback on them! Thanks!

Poem 1 — Missing You Too Late

Things I could’ve done,
Things that could be fun,
Doing these things alone
Reminds me of things I’ve yet to atone.
It wasn’t the things that mattered more,
It was you who would return no more.
You were the source of my shining rays — 
It’s my bad that it dawned too late.

This is the first poem I’ve shared with others. It’s actually thanks to a poem prompt from a fellow threads user @alinashofni_. I wanted to write this as an ode to my old friend, who I can no longer contact. I think the meaning was well captured in the poem. What do you think?

Poem 2 — Too Much Light With Too Much Weight

I like the rain because — it’s too much light,
Its tiny drops carry too much weight.
We watch too closely how it falls,
Yet forget to ask the why of it all.
Life is born with its touch,
Yet it carries the power to destroy much.
Complex it is, Life as I see it,
Like finding a rain in the summer heat.
Warmth is found to those who have,
Yet it hides away those lost to love.
I like the rain because — it’s too much light,
Its tiny drops carry too much weight.

This was another poem from a prompt. But I wrote it when I was facing a bit of difficult time, yet I had to pull myself together to carry on my duties. The prompt that pushed me to write this is once again from threads.

Poem 3 — As Things Change Again.

Gone are the days, the times we had;
If we don’t move forward, it’s too bad.
As we keep waiting for the heavenly chimes,
We lose our dreams to pennies and dimes.
It’s not those times where all was fine,
Only the days of change can make us shine.
Fret not, we still have time,
Yet remember, it’s a race against time.

This poem is something I had to think about. It started out as a passage I wanted to write, but I thought it would be better as a poem.

Poem 4 — Should’ve Written One.

Written I should have, a poem this day,
But life doesn’t will this be the day.
Yet here I struggle with half-closed eyes
As I push through, dreaming the rise.

I wanted to try something with this one. I had made a decision to write a poem once every two days, but I couldn’t find time to write today. Hence I thought this would be a better idea for one. In fact, this made me explore even more into short poems. Let’s see where this takes me..,

These are the four poems I think were good from those I’ve written in the past few days. I’d appreciate any feedback I can get on these.

To close, here’s a short piece I wrote as a reminder to myself.

No tale, no purpose
Does my poem hide.
For jest they are born,
With purpose, they die.

Thanks for reading till the end! I hope these poems resonate with you in some way. Until next time — happy reading!

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