The Poetry

Of

Army_Chik

Here's some of my most recent poetry

In Search Of Trust

Drifting alone out in the sea

Like a small ship in the middle of a huge ocean

Waves of feelings, emotions and thoughts

A drive to rid the world of self

Shiny medallions, trophies, banners

Celebrations for the successful

But with lack of success in the education area

And less success with love

One can only continue on the trend

Continue on alone

To look through one's eyes

With a life as depressing as this

A mere excitement to be able to listen

To be able to see what people are feeling

What emotions they plan to express

Knowledge increasing while to them

You are just a stranger, a ghost in the past

Just a shadowly mist

Stuck inside a human figure, a shell

The reflection on the mirror

Shows nothing but air

The heat, the warmth

You're not even there

So many faces you've seen a million times

Yet each time they forget who you are

The abuse, the insults thrown at one

One who has nowhere to go

They're unbearable, the risks

Of staying alive, gets one fustrated about the way to go

Life And Soul

Carry on the winding road

That you have stumbled along

For the past several years

Paths bend towards the north

Exploration is the key to the best adventures

You carry on, finding out that there are many more possibilities in life

Some roads are rocky, risky to take

While others are just too good to be true

You don't know where you'll end up

Your mind is full of curiosity

The lightning will strike you to your death

But your soul will continue down the roads

Destined to stay in this world

Through the thunder and the snow

We will watch over those who loved us

Who cared when we were alive

Those who touched us in a way

That never again will we be sad

The terror of course from the dark side of death

Sweeps down to capture those who mocked us

Those who kept us prisoner

They have no right to stay in this world

So they are to banished away

So no harm comes to those who care

Science

Sitting on a seat at a table

The back of the class is the place for me

I sit alone

I hear my name being spoken

But their speech is never intended to harm

Yet it hurts, the pain of being alone

No one to share the latest gossip

Who did this, who did that

Chatter filling the air

But not I

I am left out of the conversations

They don't think to include me

If I cry, they will mock

If I sleep, I'll be made a fool

Nothing to do but sit here

Sit here and write

My one way to express

The pain

The loneliness

That one has to put up with.

Here are some older poems

Winter Family

When I am older, I'd like a child, just one,

A boy or a girl, a daughter or a son.

When I am tired or have something on the frying pan,

I'll dial a babysitter or just call nan.

But it's windy outside and through the cracks in the doors the air will seep,

So I'll wrap up baby all nice and warm, shift her to my room so there'll be no need to weep.

The door would slam open and in, Pop would barge,

He'd have with him a salmon or a trout from his trip when he was fishing up large.

Chasing it's tail around and watching the fish would be our furry cat,

Searching, hiding, then pouncing on a rat.

The wind would howl loudly and baby would cry, face full of fear,

I would comfort baby saying "Shh, mummy's here."

When I am older, I'd like a child, just one,

A boy or a girl, a daughter or a son.

A poem for best friends

Would you like me to show you how much i love you?

If I asked you this question, what would you say?

Would you show how much you love me too?

Or would you look at me and walk away?

Many nights, you're in my dreams,

You're there to show me where to go,

I love you more each day it seems,

And I want to make sure you know.

Losing you would be the most horrible thing in the world to me,

You are a very dear and loving friend,

That is what I want you to see,

This poem is about you and to you, this poem I'll send.

My Daydream

The box, it seems to have no life, maybe that's why it's standing still,

It has square edges on each side and is not likely to roll down a hill.

Instructions on the back, are what people will read,

Picture on the front to finish the deed.

The deed of selling this product to people,

The wax for the floor in the church with the steeple.

The product is called "Wax for your floor",

Maybe they could call it "Wax for your door".

Then there's a box, a rectangular shape,

Big and large, the sort to hold a drape.

I think it must have had in it, a huge trampoline,

It was made by some lady called "Kelly Jean".

I looked at the trampoline sitting outside on my lawn,

I went and lay on it watching the arrival of dawn.

I got up and started bouncing and jumping quite high,

I thought for a moment, "Hey, I'm flying in the sky."

This was all very new to me as I went up higher,

I looked up and was hoping i wouldn't get caught on that wire.

The wire that seperated me from the incoming tree,

Then someone yelled, "Oy! Get off of me!"

My big brother looked at me, thinking I was quite weird,

But frankly, I'll tell ya, I was quite scared.

My daydream ended with tea on the table,

My brother tied me up so I would be stable.