Of Poems

I love to write short stories because like me, they are not to short that I feel I am missing out on more, and not too long that I grow bored of them. They are the perfect size for enjoyable reading. But I have always had a soft spot for poems. I know poems are so nichey and so many people 'don't get it.' But poems are short and sweet ways to get how you are feeling across without using thousands of words.

True, there are some big ass poems out there, looking at you Odyssey. However, most are a bite sized chunk into the author's heart. One thing I love about poems is that you can write them about whatever you want. All you have to do is like it. Its true.

One time I wrote a poem about the Coke bottle that was on my desk, well about the Coke inside it. It was a good poem. I listed a few things that I liked and worded them to flow nicely and poof I had Ode to Coke.

Poems are a delightful piece of writing meant to fill and satisfy the reader. So I am going to share my Ode to Coke poem with you, and I am going to write a new one just for fun. I hope you enjoy my Ode to Coke.

Ode to Coke
Oh fresh coke, how cold you are,
Your bite is refreshing when I am thirsty.
The smell of the coke smoke,
Is a bitter perfume,
When opened ice cold.
When you mix a little cherry,
For that very unique taste,
A delightful smooth drink,
Is made to quench a thirst.
Oh my coke my lovely coke,
How do I love thee.
With your lovely taste,
And your red and white label,
You make my life complete.

So many people think poems need to rhyme, or be set to a particular pattern, but I never cared. The poem should be how the author needs it to be. I wrote this one for a class in school. I got an A of course. It also helped that the teacher also was a coke lover and always had a can on her desk. Since then I have also written a second one about Coke, but maybe I will share that another time.

I guess now comes the time for me to write another poem. I didnt know what I was going to write about when I sat down to write this. But after thinking for a little bit, and browsing the internet, I think I have a good one for you.


He suddenly knew what he was looking for,
When he saw her smile light the room.
From the farthest corner he could see,
That she was smiling and laughing,

Found on Pintrest. It was the last part that I liked.
And I used it for the first line.

And he just needed it more.

He slowly walked across the floor,
Trying hard to remember to breathe.
Until he came to her table,
And managed to squeak out a "Hi"
As her attention turned to him.

He then forced through his throat,
All the air in his lungs,
As he asked her to dance.
She smiled and said "Sure,"
She walked out onto the dance floor.

The night seemed to swirl,
His heart was beating so fast.
But when that dance was over,
They knew it would be alright.
They knew everything was just right.

They married early next spring,
They celebrated their marriage with everyone,
And began a new life together.
Time would continue to march on,
But they never seemed to mind.


Ok, so when I started this one, I had something else in mind. Weird how those things work. But I guess it turned out nice. A young man meeting a woman who they just naturally clicked. Guess I am still a classic romantic.

I like telling not just my feelings in poems, but sometimes use them like very short short stories. Like the Odyssey, sometimes a poem is a perfect place to tell someone something. Sometimes even short ones like mine, are just the right length for what had to be said.

I wish poems would find a bigger place in the market, after all, I have one book of them published now, and several more I am working on. Poems need to find a way to come back into the light of written text, share the stage with Novels and Short Stories. Finish of the literary trilogy.

If you would like to read my poems, which are better than the ones above, feel free to check out my book:

lulu.com

iBookstore

Barnes and Noble