Oh January, how you’ve tested me. Poked and prodded and tried to best me. Rejection. Loss. Fear. Sadness. Fatigue. Sickness. Frustration. All of it, inside me. All of it, weakening me. Or is it? Maybe, just maybe, it’s giving me strength. Maybe it’s making me better. Pushing me further. After all, never before have I… Continue reading Oh January – Poem
Category: prose poetry
These are posts that are poetic, literary and prosaic in nature, not necessarily fitting the poem format.
Poem for mom on her birthday
I believe that everything happens for a reason. Each mistake a lesson forged by my shaking hands. But there’s someone very special, Who holds my hands when they shake. My mother. Oh, mom. You angel, you. The burdens you bear, The fear you withstand, The trials you’ve suffered. Don’t you know how strong they’ve made… Continue reading Poem for mom on her birthday
Welcome, New Years…
I can't wait to meet our dog. The scruffy, fluffy, bundle of Joy That will make our house A home. I can't wait to meet The fans I've yet to gain. Book lovers and movie go-ers, That will scream and hype over The stories I tell. The ideas they'll have Of the characters I brought… Continue reading Welcome, New Years…
All I Want for Christmas
This year for Christmas, I want to ask for the biggest thing of all: Confidence. It's all I want this year. It's all I want for years to come. For with confidence, I am brave enough to chase my dreams despite the nightmares attached to the pursuit. Confidence will make me beautiful. Confidence will hold… Continue reading All I Want for Christmas
“Real Horrors” – Poem
You know what's really scary? Not prowling black cats, Or mouse traps, Or dead rats. No. What's really scary Is gunshots, Black bodies, And broken families. Black lives matter, But the scary thing is, They don't. Not to you all. Do they matter to you? What's scary is, The white child who "Doesn't need to… Continue reading “Real Horrors” – Poem
Crafting your life – Poem
Trying to hold onto the paper, but it tears and tears, they fall. Cages lock me in. Every way you look, there's bars. I'm trapped. Foolish to think, I could ever be free. Freedom is an idea, That can't be made real. But we build Build Build. Chip away at the edges, Try to create… Continue reading Crafting your life – Poem
“Never Enough” – Poem
What will it take For you to realise That you have Enough; You are Enough? To travel across the world And taste, see, smell, and feel All that it has to give? Is that enough? To write and share The pain and love Inside. To connect, shape, and Enrich the world with words? Is that… Continue reading “Never Enough” – Poem
When I’m Low…
I hit the snooze button, over and over again. I snap and lash at my partner and my family. I eat a lot. Or not enough. I procrastinate. Then I beat myself up for being unproductive. I cry, a lot. I tell myself that I'm this and I'm that, only using the ugly words, of… Continue reading When I’m Low…
“Welcome, Rain” – Poem
It's just a little rain, It does not instil pain. So why not refrain, From these inane, Notions, That the rain, Equals the mundane? Or bane? Or the arcane? Or storms and hurricane? Or a wane? Or that the windowpane, Weeps? Oh, no; how inhumane? It needn't stain, Or drain, Our happiness. Enjoy the chain,… Continue reading “Welcome, Rain” – Poem
Missing Sunglasses Metaphor
Today, I've been squinting to the point of a headache due to accidentally leaving my sunglasses at home. It gave me a dreadful headache and dry eyes and generally put me in an even worse mood than I already was, which ruined what could have been a nice day. But the sunglasses were in my… Continue reading Missing Sunglasses Metaphor
S. R. Crawford 