poemsbylaura-blog - Tumblr blog

[poemsbylaura-blog]

“When I grow up…”

When I was little,

I ran out to play,

Never looking in the mirror.

My grandma would scold me or my mama,

Did you brush your hair??

Now I’m older.

I l look in the mirror

I brushed my hair

Put on a nice suit.

I’m not going out to play

It’s a different world now

I often look at that carefree girl.

With her little glasses

Looking at the world in a different lens,

To her everything was a game.

Climbing on top of the monkey bars

Jumping on the trampoline.

I swear she looked to the clouds,

And never down.

I wanna make her proud,

So I’ll write stories.

Once upon a time,

There was a girl who was brave,

She grew up,

She conquered hurdles,

She jumped but landed on her feet.

Not so far off from some 20 years ago.

She still loves November

Loves to tell jokes

Write.

She can be impatient,

At times impulsive and immature.

Very sensitive

She’s me

For now I look in the mirror,

I see the eyes of a woman,

Who views the world wholeheartedly.

And the love for that child is expressed,

In the stories told,

And yet to come.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Is it just me or do you look at old clothes and smile? Like I traveled the world in this coat..Or I walked a mile in these boots 🥾 Remembering old memories with items makes me happy.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Natures Reconciliation

You were meant to live,

Your lungs meant to breathe,

The air around you,

You live with purpose,

Give life to the trees.

Your every flaw,

Gives beauty dimension

Your reflection in the lake water,

Is natures reconciliation.

For there’s a fire within you,

Enough to burn down a forest,

But you find peace underneath pine trees,

And serenity in the lake water,

Not knowing the depth

But you rejoice with the renown.

Just like the birds sing of the mountains ambitions.

But now just reflect in the present.

And live in the now.

For nature sings a song,

If you care to listen.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Flowers Freedom

I picked you,

It was beautiful while it lasted

But you weren’t growing.

Life seemed so small in a vase

Suffocating,

Seeing the sun through a window

And not on your skin

So I set you free.

Now I see you in the garden every spring,

I see you blooming,

And now I know,

Beauty isn’t captured

But found.

Love is elemental,

And growth is freedom.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

You may mistake my kindness for weakness, but it is my Strength ☀️

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Time capsule

Sometimes when your rooms a mess,

You find unexpected things buried,

Hidden.

You find a photo, a card, a piece of the past.

You reminisces.

Behind that mess,

Was once a happy moment in time.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

I think I like spring.. it’s growing on me. 🌸

[poemsbylaura-blog]

1,000 miles away

They always said aim for the moon,

You might miss,

But you’ll still be among the stars.

I wonder if that’s where you are..

I always look to those stars,

A letter never finished.

1,000 miles separates us.

Distance is funny like that.

I wonder who you are,

I knew a version of you,

Now you’re not running in the grass.

Looking for secret passages,

But finding your way.

I have no social media,

no connection

Once so close,

A moving truck,

Gone.

I don’t hear your dog bark,

I don’t see any lemonade stands,

Hustling for money

Or

No plans to become vegetarians,

Then forget about it later.

We had plans to save the world,

It sounds simple.

Save 100 dollars.

We’ll save the puppies.

Solid plan

The moon seems so close,

I feel it, I can grasp it with one hand.

Only now I know rocket scientists have found their way.

I wasn’t much of a scientist,

I couldn’t fathom basic physics,

And although I’m no astronaut,

I know you brighten this world,

For I know all the times we fell laughing on the grass,

You always had a way of making me smile.

So keep aiming for the moon,

Although gone in distance,

You’re still brilliant,

And resilient.

Those failed attempts have just made the sky brighter.

I know next time I see your face it won’t be in my dreams,

But somehow impacting the world,

Discovering the world,

Outside our backyard,

I know you will change the world,

Maybe gone from my life,

But I see those stars and think of you,

Inspiring others 1,000 miles away.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

“No matter how bad it gets you can always have a baguette.”🥖

[poemsbylaura-blog]

“I like your personality”

It is the person you are actually.

For no mirror can capture inner beauty,

It can only reflect on those you love most.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Dear Diary,

Or maybe I should call you notes app on my phone but diary nonetheless. Sometimes it’s easier to write on here versus a notebook, my hands get tired from markers, glue, and opening sometimes near impossible food containers. If you haven’t guessed it, I’m a teacher.

It’s funny when I say that my first instinct is to complain. (Low pay, burnout, kids who run.) but instead I’m gonna say something that made me smile. It was so cute to see kids write,”2024” on their headbands. All of them went up to director and said,”Happy New Year!” It was so sweet and it gives me hope. These kids don’t fully understand what the New Year means but they’re so happy about it. These kids love learning new things and spreading joy. Sometimes kids have a lot to teach us as well. Here’s to a happy and healthy 2024 may you take joy in the simple things. Cheers!

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Footprints

Every step you take is so profound.. it echos.

[poemsbylaura-blog]

A Pencils Promise

Sometimes I feel things are pointless,

It’s like writing with unsharpened pencil.

It’s a dull knife spreading lies on top of denial.

Confrontation is a waste of time.

Like collecting penny’s on train stations

When it ends up being foreign Canadian coins.

I’m not planning a trip

But with all this blatant lies,

I feel like fleeing the country.

Let’s say I need space

And time.

I’m sick of things being stolen

Like my trust

And my sharpener

I guess you see the point, don’t you?

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Ben Franklins Invention

Sometimes the light goes out

Sometimes it’s a black out

Sometimes you forget to pay the electricity bill

Sometimes all you have is a 711 lighter and a candle.

Change the light bulb?

Well that’s a bright idea

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Blind

With their eyes they cannot see

But

With their hearts they feel love

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Sign Language

Unspoken

But

Expressive

Interpretation

And

Education

Creates a connection between hearing and Deaf people

The language and culture is a true inspiration

Deaf Culture

[poemsbylaura-blog]

Dear sir,

Im addressing this concern of doubt and uncertainty. Let’s review, you correspond beautifully like Monday munchkins and long meetings. You’re genuinely warm like fresh brewed coffee. And you smell good. Unlike Tom in the next cubicle who needs a breath mint indefinitely. And you are a great asset to say briefly. And about those doubts.. let’s look back

Sincerely,

Your smile.