4 different poems

At words I stare

There are both truths and lies,

found within lines written,

metaphors and symbols even.

There are lines together tied,

with meanings unwritten,

and things one believes in.

Stories, poems, and musical notes,

sadness and joy written as well,

rhyming words and creating a flow.

All the words put together wrote,

expressing the message to tell,

the lines written for you to know.

Pens, pencils, markers, and a printer’s ink,

display the words to be read, even spoken,

written down for all eyes to view.

The thoughts held within we think,

fragmented lines seeming broken,

until the lines are read by you.

There is a lot to the written word,

a lot to the meanings of their flow.

Their letters put together to share,

meanings of things that occurred,

of the hidden message for you to know,

when at the words written you stare.

Caterpillar

I sit and watch as it moves so slow,

watching it figure what way to go,

what path it wants to follow, to take.

Only it knows what’s at stake.

It moves step by step to win its race,

keeping itself on a slowed down pace.

The stress of the distance left to walk,

looking back its feet still on the chalk.

That line it left behind a while ago,

yet, with so many legs and going so slow,

it remains at the start of a losing race,

never going faster than a slow pace.

The speed that it moves proves it’s weak,

easily the bird came with its beak,

swooping down and grabbing hold.

I sit and watch a death unfold.

Intelligence sought

Reflection means more then we know.

It is looking at images of what we show,

ourselves when we reflect on our past,

hoping forever our memories will last.

The image in the mirror reflects your view,

of not just your image but everything too.

It gives an insight to what is in the rear,

of things behind your eyes in which you peer.

Reflection is an ability that sets us apart,

it is something that helps us be smart.

It allows us to learn from our mistakes,

it is the torment that keeps us awake.

Hurtful and joyful memories held within,

accomplishments and even our personal sins.

These memories some we want to forget,

burry in the darkest corner with all the regrets.

Reflection means many things to us all,

even the sun reflects till it falls.

The moon reflects on surfaces as well,

so many sources for a reflections spell.

Remembering the past a reflections place,

reflecting a view doubling the space.

Insight, is visiting a views memorial plot,

intelligence, is what each reflection sought.

I wait alone

I won’t play with your heart,

I left mine in the past.

It and I remain apart,

my love for her will last.

I don’t flirt with your will,

I am now blind to the feel.

My hearts hole you won’t fill,

its emptiness is real.

I walk silently by your breath,

ignore your pheromones scent.

I left my interest with death,

because that’s where she went.

I walk alone in my own state,

reflecting on what was the cost.

Through darkness’s gate,

our melodic tune was lost.

I won’t play with your heart,

I won’t flirt with your will.

Waiting for my night to start,

of me for darkness to kill.