“Coneflowers” by Kayla W.
While talking to a colleague a few days ago, I happened across a poem I wrote when I was about 16. I shared a few lines with her and she was “impressed” that I was thinking about something other than boys and getting away from my parents’ rules. I told her I’d share the poem on the blog today, but it requires more typing than I can handle at the moment, so I chose a much shorter “teenage” poem–one that is nothing like the other poem.
I Can Be Me!
In a poem
I can be anyone
I want to be.
I can do
what I want to do
when I want to do it.
I can lose painful feelings to memory
and rejoice in my misery.
I can escape
and travel to ageless worlds.
I can create a world of my own
and destroy reality.
In a poem,
dreams are reality
and yesterdays are forgotten.
Tomorrows never come.
Today is forever.
In a poem
I can be a philosophical moron
or a simple intellectual.
In a poem
I can be anyone
I want to be;
I can even be me!
It has been almost two years since I shared a “younger self” poem! I find a lot of the poems rather “cringey,” to use my son’s word. But there are a hundreds of them, so I’ll try to get over myself and share them a bit more frequently.
About the Image: The cheerful artwork above is the work of my colleague, Kayla W–the person referenced in the conversation about my teenage poetry. She recently learned she’s an artist. 😉 Even if you find my poem cringey [too], please show Kayla some bloggy love. ❤
The artwork is pretty and your poem is too. Keep on doing it voth of you ❤️
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Thank you! 🙂
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I like the art and the poem too!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful😍
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Thanks, Christine B!
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I like your poetry from your younger self. Please share more
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I’ll try. I really have to work on my cringe-reaction. 🙂 Thank you for liking the poetry!
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Love it, thank you for sharing, the freedom in writing poetry.
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Aww…thanks for loving it!
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That’s an amazing poem. I love it.
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Wow! Thank you! Unfortunately, I still cringe a bit when I read it.
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Why?
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Ignore me. I have to get over myself.
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This is the self confidence really needed…!
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Thank you!
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I love the poem AND the art! Was that also written by the 16-year-old you? Such a bright young woman.
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You’re way too kind! I think I wrote that one when I was 14 or 15. I’ll have to double-check the date.
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Great poem and artwork. You are both so talented. I love the way you said that Kayla has ‘learned she is an artist’ – a great way to express it.
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She definitely caught the bug. I’ll share your comment with her–and thanks for your compliment to me too!
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Delightful all! Cringey! Haha, I love that word. I wonder if I can use that in Scrabble? Oh, I have many cringey poems too, from my youth. I salute and applaud your courage friend! Haha. And I am excited to think we may soon see more 🙂 After all, cringey poems are better than no poems at all. Right? Haha 🙂 …philosophical moron. Love that. 😉
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They are actually beautiful – the poem and the art!. I loved it. I had to save the painting. ❤
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Thank you!!!
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