Category Archives: Poetry

Word Of The Day: Propitiate 11-06-21

Synonyms: appease, pacify, make peace with, etc.

Living in darkness,

With no noticeable escape.

You live to appease,

Not provoke.

Constantly being cautious,

Never thriving.

Your limbs are bruised,

Your mind is suffocated,

You attempt to stay calm;

Praying for peace.

Darkness is submerging you,

No!

Fight to get the light.

Ask for help,

Speak the truth.

Life is better than pride.

When I heard the synonyms my initial thought was a brutal relationship.

I personally don’t have any experience. But I have watched one unfold. Sometimes it just takes a nudge from someone or the person personally to say enough is enough.

Asking for help is never a bad thing. You are actually the bravest person to me if you ask for help when you desperately need it. Life. Living. Thriving. Is more important than anything.

Striving For Light” B
y emily2jane
11-06-21

Stay strong. You are never alone. You always have God beside you. Everything is in his hands.

Which I’m in that place as of now; regarding wanting another baby. If I’m meant to have another one God will let it happen. But if not, maybe I’m meant to only have one.

Have a strong Saturday!

Real Food

Spices,

And smells.

Butter,

And crisp.

Veggies,

And sizzle.

Oh I’ve missed,

That delicious taste.

Pretty self explanatory. I cooked our first real meal. It’s been almost two weeks. We’ve been rocking sandwiches. Which I never thought I would get tired of sandwiches. But we did. Maybe except the baby.

But last night was delicious. And since we’ve been eating sandwiches, my serving size has dropped. I guess sandwiches had a good effect.

Have a wonderful Friday. May it be filled with good food!!

A Cold Halloween

The sky is dark,

The air is still,

Will ice arise,

As children go on their candy spree?

The pumpkins are frozen,

Their smiles are now…

Droopy frowns.

Every costume,

Looks like an Eskimo;

No princess, dragons, or tigers.

Just fluffy marshmallows.

We say trick or treat at doors.

It’s a quick exchange.

We are blasted with warmth,

Then it is taken just as quick;

As the door slams.

Maybe next year,

We too will stay home;

And enjoy the warmth.

Have a Happy Halloween. Stay warm! 🎃

Chilly Halloween
emily2jane
10-31-21

Is This Happy?

I’ve had a strange 10hrs.

An exciting, crazy, strange,

24 hours.

I went to bed at a reasonable hour.

Not too early,

Not too late.

I woke up happy at 3:28.

I’m drifting back to sleep,

Right now;

Confused, ecstatic, and pleased.

Am I happy?

Is this real?

We will see how I feel,

In another…now 3 hours.

If the happiness continues,

Or if destruction to all,

Is coming.

Not quite sure. Just woke up. And honestly as I was drifting back to sleep I started this poem. And instead of ignoring it I decided to jot it down. It is currently 4:01am and I am awake happy.

Confused and excited are perfect descriptions for how I am feeling. Maybe it’s because of all the Dr. Seuss books read at story time yesterday.

We will see in the next three hours. Whether I am a beautiful butterfly when I wake up…or a scary dragon will emerge from bed.

Have a very confusing Friday!

I was originally going to post this on Friday. But since my sleeping schedule was all topsy-turvy I am now posting this poem on Saturday.

So have a nice slumbering Saturday!

Word Of The Day: Hector 10-25-21

Synonyms: bully, intimidate, badger, torment, harass, etc.

Shoved into a corner,

No one is for me.

The eyes are filled with hate,

The hands try to suffocate me.

Tormenting me alone.

Pressure making me crumble.

This will never change,

Everything will remain.

Unless I change.

Bullies are usually bullied as well. But the pleasure people get from bullying people is disgusting. No one should ever be seen as prey, or weak. But still it happens.

“Never Should Be.”
By emily2jane
10-25-21

The only way to defeat the bully is for you yourself to become strong. Bullying can come in any form. Not just a physical aspect like you see in the movies.

But become strong. Be unwilling to change for anyone. When the bully can no longer control you with any means they will give up. But don’t just stop there. If the bully stops and moves onto another person; go and be that support for the new person. Don’t let them suffer alone. Help them build themselves up, and make them unmoving. And so on.

Have a strong Tuesday!

Leaves!

One of my favorite things…

The sounds they create,

Are soothing to the ear.

They sway with the wind,

Dancing to their own tune.

They flutter falling down,

Softly landing in their place.

If you run through them,

They crunch beneath your sole.

If you rake them,

They rustle across the grass.

When I see piles…

I want to submerge myself,

Deep under the leaves.

Leave them alone,

They make the ground golden.

I love it when the leaves change colors, but I love it more when they cover the ground.

It reminds me of my grandparents back brick patio. They had a ginkgo tree; that would let their leaves fall and it would create a “yellow brick road” at least that’s hat my grandma hold say.

One day I was at their house and I decided to do something nice and rake up all the leaves. I got them into a huge pile when my grandma came out. I expected a big thank you, but instead she said… “Oh…can you spread them back out everywhere. I love being surrounded by golden yellow.”

So now when I see piles of leaves I’m at war with myself. Either jump in the pile or leave them alone. Once the color is gone, sure rake them. But if you don’t mind leave them be and enjoy the crunch.

Digital Art
By emily2jane
10-22-21

Sadly this tree died…it was slowly dying over the last few years. But then I got a message that the wind finally did the deed and uprooted the tree… RIP Tree 🧡

Relapse…

The day we thought she was better…

That night she relapsed.

No sleep for the mama.

Unhappy baby belly.

When will it end?

Not really a poem. But sure. Just my thoughts of this morning. But I’ve been super mama!

Trying to think of things I’ve accomplished…?

I’ve help my baby 24/7! I’ve not gotten sick! And I finished her costume!

She will be a…Tiger!

It started off as just a long sleeved orange shirt. 8hrs later…😎 Sharpie pens are awesome!

Stay healthy! Have a nice Monday! ❤️

Poetry From The Past #2

This is the second poem in my past poetry collection.

Robots vs. Ninjas

Robots

Make that

Squeaky noise.

Like little boys

Fighting

For toys.

Ninjas are silent

And quite

Violent

In dark

Shapeless ways.

Robots vs. Ninjas

Very short battle.

Robots would run

Like cattle.

While the ninjas

Sit in the saddle.

Do not pick

The tin man.

Fly

Like the ninja.

Cuz’

You won’t die.

Well… I have no words. But it’s not too bad. I don’t know why I didn’t use any punctuation back then. But I like the idea behind this poem.

It’s just strange because it is not at all like my normal style. Maybe this one was inspired with my little brother.

There is no way of knowing.

I think the drawing explains it all! 🤓

Enjoy your Saturday! My baby seems to be over the worst!!

The end is near!

Inspired By Poem
emily2jane
10-15-21

The Battle With Heat

.-.-.-.-.-.

She is different;

She’s acting strange.

I should not be ignorant.

Don’t wait for change.

Is she better now?

Can we start to play?

She’s holding down her chow,

But she still seems grey.

It went down!

It went up!

Wish to be rid of this frown.

Time for a check-up.

It’s never too late;

It’s always fine.

It’s not her fate!

Slowly towards the finishing line.

If you can guess, this poem is inspired by my little one who has the stomach flu. My poor sweet thing. It’s day three. Day one was the worst. But now I’m just tracking her fever.

I had a scare this morning. At 2:10am. My home thermometer was reading 104.6!!! So I panicked and dashed off to the hospital in town. I just wanted them to check her temp…

They did, and it read 99.2… way better than what mine was reading. Maybe it’s time for a new one.

As an adult being sick is awful. But I’m sure she is feeling worse, because she cannot express herself fully. Poor thing.

Love
By emily2jane
10-15-21

Well enjoy your Friday. I’ll be staying with my baby and she hopefully gets over this fever. We shall see.

Happy Friday! 🍦Have some ice cream. Ice cream sounds delicious.

Poetry From The Past

Unpacking leads to finding things from your past. I found a treasure… my creative writing/ poetry binder from over ten years ago. I was super creative in 2010. I had more free time in the past.

But here is the first poem I read.

Whom?

Whom…

Do I chase?

Down

The far

Pool.

Me.

Myself.

The girl

Doing it

Perfect

And precise.

She starts out

Ahead.

But I beat her

Dead.

That girl

Who begins

And I end.

This poem cracks me up! I wrote it October 08, 2010. I wonder who my competitor was; that I decided to write a poem based on them. I have no idea…

As I wrote that, I thought it could be me. I used to have that mindset. That I was the best and racing myself was the only opponent better than me. Oh the confidence…

Inspire for poem: Whom?
By emily2jane
10-08-21

I’m enjoying reading things from my past. I am now remembering that I went through a phase of writing sad poetry. Hopefully reading my old poetry will help spark up my old creativity once again. I’ve been in somewhat of a rut lately.

Maybe due to the fact that the hubby and I built a garage/ shed in less than 24 hours these last two days. I was the pair of helping hands to my master builder husband.

Maybe I’ll share that experience next blog.

But anyways…enjoy the weekend! Party time!! For all you young people or people young at heart! Instead, I will be enjoying time at home. It’s supposed to rain today! A nice Saturday at home. Just what I need! 🌧

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