Poetry - Creativity of a Different Sort

Creativity is not always inspired by Pinterest (<gasp> heaven forbid!!!). :) Sometimes, creativity comes in the form of poetry. Here are some poem's I've written in the past:

Home

Driving down the dark avenue, I look in their windows...
I see them, gathered together ,
Families ...
Eating, playing games, talking, laughing
And I think, that is not my home.

Driving up to my house, I look in the window...
I see my husband, waiting for me,
My family,
Eating, playing games, talking, laughing
And yet I think, this is not my home.

One day, walking down the streets of gold, I will look into mansions,
I will see them, gathered together,
Families...
And Jesus, will turn to me and take me in his arms
And I will be home.

Here are 3 poems written a few years ago while teaching. It was silent reading time and this was the first time I'd been able to write any sort of poem for a number of years. These are very amateurish but that is fine. :) The third expresses my frustration in the long-lasting writer's block I'd been experiencing.

Poem #1

Silence

Golden

Holy

Peaceful

Silence

Ugly

Sorrow

Despair

Silence


Poem # 2

Hearing pages turn

Hearing humming from a small child

Seeing joy in new discoveries

Seeing frustration in lack of understanding

Speaking words ... touching hearts

Desperately reaching out

Trying ... succeeding

Growing


Poem # 3

I hear the silence and I despair

Where are the words that once came so freely?

Where is the peace that poured out of desperation?

Is there no need? Have I found a new source?

Where is the relief? The tears? The laughter?

When will I speak again?

Hmmm, I should find my poetry journal and post some other oldies here. The last poem in this post is my newest one I've written.

Hope for Tomorrow

Sorrow, pain

feels like

heavy

sinking

dark

despair

Cowering at bottom

try to reach up

break through dark

grasp at freedom

Know it's there

but

knowledge lacks hands to grasp

helpless

cowering at the bottom

Light breaks through

blinding light

beautiful light

hands reach, take hold

pull to freedom

Hope lives, rescue comes

I wait for that rescue.

All poems in this post are written by me, Jennifer Renee McLarty, and are owned by me, Jennifer Renee McLarty. Do NOT copy these poems without my permission.