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.
Growing up I went through bad days, weeks and what even felt like years. So during those times I tried different things to clear my mind and what made me feel stable even for a short period of time; that escape I had was writing and running. I decided to create a short piece that touched base on two of my favorite things that were there for me when it felt like no one else was.