Cuddled in my lap all three feet plus of you My once tiny baby is growing through and through . Time will not slow down if anything, it flies Speed of light, relentlessly barely time to cry . Happy tears for your successes sad tears for your pains Boo-boo’s I have to kiss monsters that I’ve slain . My child, you’re growing fast one milestone after another Embracing bittersweet emotions that come with being your Mother . I love you.
D r o w n i n g My head is barely above water S l o w l y I fall below the surface S i n k i n g But the panic doesn’t come W a t c h i n g As the surface disappears S e r e n i t y Eases the raging waves C h a o s Slowly becomes quiet in my head D a r k e r Depth erases the light B l a c k n e s s Surrounds me as I drift away E m b r a c e d By the water’s undertow P a i n Disappears, releasing my chains E t e r n i t y Looks a lot better unbound
Sleeping over the side table Breathing stops Startled awake Gasping for breath Heart beats in overtime Air almost impossible A screaming back An aching left arm At 29 years of age I almost died. . That time I almost died; I was told that I was gray. My lips were turning blue. Knocking on deaths door. Why? I was having a silent heart attack. 15 pounds of fluid on my lungs. Of which was caused by heart failure. Of which was caused by a virus. A virus that attacked my heart. For life, I am on meds. They’re keeping me alive. I can never forget that time I almost died.
I wish I could believe In what is meant to be It’s harder than you think When nothing is Meant for me I don’t Wish upon a star I just watch them twinkling Head above the clouds They show me My reality I just Live for every day Celebrating with my breaths Breathing in my essence Holding on until Nothing’s left
Backyard beachin’ a sun that shines The breeze keeps it comfortable the sprinkler whines . Laughter rings out a melodious tune The innocence of a child healing Winter blues . Vibing to the rhythm of Springtime’s beat Days of warmth embraced by the heat
Teach me something. For my more traditional poetry writers, hell, even the more modern one’s, I have questions.
Is there any way to break down, in lamens terms, the similarities, and differences, between stressed, and unstressed syllables?
I’m attaching a picture. If anyone is willing , and doesn’t mind, can we break this down for me? I have realized that, while I’ve written many poems, I couldn’t tell you what any of this, in the picture, means.
Also, I want to know, because I want to be more educated when it comes to writing poetry.
Thanks Poets, and Poetess’. Y’all are the real MVPs!