Recently I’ve been thinking about poetry, after finding some poems I wrote many, many years ago. It’s not much, and it isn’t particularly good, but I remember when I wrote it. It was certainly good to me at the time, and it felt good to create it and write it down. I’ve been thinking how I want to make more poems, and I really need to take some time to slow things down and get my mind into a space where I can. I’m going to give it a try next week. I feel like this would be a good way to practice and improve my creativity and inspiration, which in turn will help me be more productive. With that in mind, I’m going to be sharing my amateur poetry here, starting with the first real poem I ever wrote down, back when I was around 14.
Before I met you
Before I met you, I was alone
Lonely and frightened, with nowhere to go
No place to be; I didn’t belong
I felt like everything I once had was gone
Before I met you, I didn’t see
Stumbling in the dark, nothing mattered to me
But then when you came, you showed me the light
I’m no longer afraid to face the night
I once had someone who I thought could care
But then he was gone, with me waiting there
I watched him go, with tears in my eyes
It is always too painful to say goodbye
Don’t leave me now!
Don’t ever go!
I can’t stand being hurt again
Is it selfish of me to want you here?
To need you every now and then?
Before I met you, I just drifted
My eyes turned down, never uplifted
I hardly talked; there was nothing to say
I should’ve known I would have to pay
Before I met you, I had no life
My feelings inside, always at strife
I cried myself to sleep, knowing I’d lost
I’d never known love had such a cost
But then on that day, with your smiling face
Caressing my cheek, with such loving grace
I smiled at you; I felt I was free
A door in life had been opened for me
Since I’ve met you, I think of this
The way that you hold me
The way that you kiss
Before I met you, I didn’t care
But now I know someone will always be there
Could it be true…
It will be you…
Don’t leave me now!
Don’t ever go!
I can’t stand being hurt again
Is it selfish of me to want you here?
To need you every now and then?
Because I need you…
Because I love you…