envy (noun) painful or resentful awareness of an advantage enjoyed by another joined with a desire to possess the same advantage.
If you just take a moment to listen, hear, and watch your surroundings, the world could be amazing and beautiful, even if only for a moment.
This poem is about how a writer who loves someone he can’t have and no matter how hard he tries to explain it, he can’t. So, he wrote what he felt, because that’s what writers do best.
Saintes-Marie-de-la-Mer is an actual beach in France. I named my poem this because Vincent Van Gogh did a series of paintings by the same name, and those paintings echo the same feelings of melancholy that I’m trying to convey in this poem.
In English class we studied Winnipeg Poetry and we were challenged to write our own. Here is my Winnipeg Poem.
Mystery is the life, It’s the life we all have, No one knows what will happen except the God, We are creatures that will do what we think we shall do, The life is beautiful, If one day isn’t good it doesn’t mean life isn’t good, We all...
A sad poem that I wrote in 2016. I don’t write this sad anymore though.
Dreaming about someone that you miss a lot.
It is rare that I write down my poems in the moment when inspiration hits. I wrote this quite quickly, but unlike poems I edit and spend time rethinking, this spur of the moment, automatically written poem holds actual meaning. It’s a look inside my mind when I realized that the time was an hour earlier than I thought, contemplating how to spend it, within the first aforesaid minute. I hope it makes sense to more than myself.