Fifteen
Nothing more
Nothing less
Owner of a changing mind
That the first you learn about me
Sometimes my mind
Feels haunted
By fire and an anger
Created from a very clear sky
Even without the tiniest cloud
And sometimes my mind
Is a hopeful and light one
All the melancholy is simply gone
I don’t know why
Sometimes I’m just happy
And there are times
Where I’m no good at all
I’m precarious about everything
Insecure about myself
Also in the people around me
Other times I get vain
Want people to like me
Every little detail
These times I wish I could
Glaze my life and make it all shiny
But anyway even when life gets bad
A tiny thing as the first snowing in the winter
Can seem like a miracle and then
This small thing can give the most incredible smile
And rinse all the bad feelings away
Author notes
M A J I J A
For a contest with the word bank: Fifteen,Haunted, Cloud, Light, Melancholy, Precarious, Glazed, Snow and Miracle.
Hope it fits alright. It was what came out of it and it's been a while since my last poem. So thanks to Tinselpool for this contest as a great inspiration.
A contest entry
- Just a Typical Contest, but Better by Tinselpool.
950 points, ended August 26, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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beautiful poem my friend
the expression within it are very good and your describing feelings which everyone can relate to
very well done
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And there are times
Where I’m no good at all
I’m precarious about everything
Insecure about myself
Also in the people around me
Other times I get vain
Want people to like me
Every little detail
These times I wish I could
Glaze my life and make it all shiny
These were my two favorite stanzas!!! Oh, I loved it! Thank you for the credit, it's just my first contest. Nothing really special. Your title fitted the poem and the flow was smooth. It was amazing how your choice of words went perfectly with the word bank selections. It's like there was no word bank.
Thanks for entering, following the rules, and thanks for sharing!
Good luck and best regards,
Claire -
So well expressed.
Emotions are like roller coasters. You caught them on the upswing and the down swing. Life changes...always. So do we.
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Nice, this is a poem many people could relate to. I've had my share of miserable and happy days. The rhythm and flow is pretty good, and I like the theme. The title really ties it in. "Moody Me".
The words didn't look forced, and I really enjoyed that. It's original and creative.
Good luck in the contest,
TwilightCeleste
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