Island Boy Poetry: These are some of my poems. I am finally getting back into the habit of writing but most importantly, poetry is my everything, including my motivation. While you read these poems, just imagine yourself as the writer.
Hope I could help someone get through today
Vision me weeping in this world
That covets its own wealth
Where the meek reaps and sweats
And the fortunate sips and keeps.
And god is taught.
And I am torn of my dignity.
Here kindness witnesses a dying child
…Of slaughtered conscience
but refuses to acquiesce
And turn a blind eye,
But likewise almost dead.
Voices parade streets
With a shared language
That should champion hope.
Hasn’t the world had seen enough of corruption?
Has the world not yet come to learn history?
For some it’s a passion
For others its simply what is convenient
But to think of it…
Utter love and peace is still a vision.
I’ve been thinking
And I think back to that morning I woke in tears
With feelings of gloom and despair.
And I think back to my dream
And I think back to my feeling alone
And my fears
And why every minute of every day is too much
For my pounding heart
And this miserable headache.
And my body bleeds with memories
And begs to know the future
And to forget this moment
That is but a bad dream.
But everything awakens me
From memories of failure
To feelings of helplessness.
And I feel a little weak
From all the madness in the world
Judgment and hate
And there “I overthink”…
And I become lost in misery and torment
And thoughts follow thoughts
But into another deep sleep
That halts the emotional trauma
And becomes the antidote for my depression.