Post Secret

Well I just looked at the post secret website for the first time. It was pretty cool, the idea that you can write whatever you want anonymously. I am sure that all of us want to say things sometimes but are afraid someone might hear them and especially the someone you do not want to hear them. This is a good idea because noone has to know who you are. Some things on the posts were pretty intimate and others were sad, some were funny. I think that is how it is something like a poem, you can write whatever you want and let out your feelings, there is really no directions that you need to follow unless you are writing a specific type of poem. Some of the blogs actually sounded like poems when reading them, they were very descriptive and used words that had something to do with our senses. I didn't really see a post that related to my life, but maybe if I keep checking I will. The only one I saw that somewhat related to me is one that said I am the opposite of suicidal, I feel so dead but I want to be alive. That is how I felt when I had the flu a few months ago, I never had been that sick and wasn't able to take care of my kids, go to school, work, or even get out of bed. I hated it, I felt so dead but wanted to be alive, I couldn't wait to get better and get back to doing the things I did everyday.

Elegy Poem: Missing You

Missing you...

It happened so fast
I never had a chance

Should have told you before
Didn't think you wouldn't be here anymore

You were too young to go
I wish you had more time to grow

Only two years we had together
I will hold those memories with me forever

Missing you more each day
Didn't think it would hurt this way

An angel in heaven you might be
In my heart is where I will always carry you with me

Haiku

None

I woke up today
Had a million things to do
Got none of them done


Cold

The sky looks so blue
Its windy and very cold
Seems snows on its way

They are my all

Two little boys inspire me
One is big and one is small
They are my all
The sparkle in their eyes
The smile on their cheeks
Their little noses, their fingers and their feet

I want to be the best just for them
After all I'd die for them

Everything I do
It's all for you
The apples of my eyes
My two little boys

Two little boys inspire me
One is big and one is small
They are my all...

Poems

I went through a few poems found in the websites listed on ctools, some were very different than others. Some of the poems that I chose to read, I chose not for the word content but because the title was something I thought was significant to my life or was interesting to me. The first one was called Lullaby by John Fuller, it was easy to read through because the words rhymed, but not until reading it the second time around was I able to understand the meaning. He uses animals in the poem and compares the baby to a nut which I thought was weird. My favorite poem was titled Granny by James Whitcomb Riley. While I read this poem I was able to picture it in my head because that is the same thing we used to do when my grandmother came over, we all gathered in one house and sat around her to listen to her tell us stories and there was food and games and lots of fun. This poem is very detailed, tells how granny has all the kids around her and how she tells them different folk tales and they name a few of them. I really enjoyed reading this poem. The third poem was titled A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns. This poem was hard for me to understand, it rhymed and was easy to read through but the words got me confused. I think it was talking about someone who traveled to see someone they love and they had to travel back, but promised they will still love them. The fourth poem I read was called Fake Tattoo by Nikki Grimes, this was a cute one it was about a fake tattoo that would fade away, the tattoo was a butterfly and how they compared it fading away to it flying away because it looked as if it was poised for flight. It said how even if it was gone it would like in the person's memory and that is like almost everything in our lives, just because something or someone is gone doesn't mean we forget about them. It compares the tattoo to the writer as once being plain but now being beautiful and rare. I liked the last verse in the poem.