Category: Poetry

I had forgotten

I had forgotten what it felt like
To just enjoy a sunny day,
Amidst the tumultuous events that
Capture me in their claustrophobic cage.
To truly feel the rays of sunlight
Caress my skin and make me whole,
To forget all the endless worries
Which I’d otherwise have to endure.

I had forgotten: teenage freedom…
Those days when I lived in the now,
Without many fears of the future,
Of who I am, if I’m endowed
With enough strength to persevere,
With patience or humility,
Of what will come in the next two years,
Of how much I will change… Oh, dear…

I had forgotten. It feels amazing
To simply have a moment like this.
A peaceful afternoon with sunshine
To remind me of such rare a bliss…
So, here I am, bathing in sunlight
At twenty-two. Nostalgia, peace…
Well, what do you know? Embracing this, I
Forget the depths of the abyss…

– Patricia

A Poet’s Poem

I sometimes stop to think and wonder
If what I write truly has meaning,
If what I am can be redeeming,
If you can get what I am thinking,
If my thoughts sound to you like thunder:
Passing and never understood.

Sometimes, my poems seem to struggle
To find the right path through the darkness,
To reflect my thoughts—such poor a harvest,
To come to me when I need guidance,
To be what I’d meant them to resemble,
And to exist in the real world.

I sometimes feel like I don’t matter,
Like I am average, just a child,
Like I know nothing about life’s trials,
Like I’ve no meaningful words—in denial,
Like I’m not worthy of the letters
Which I write down for eyes to see…

Simply a poet’s poem.

– Patricia

Winter Peace

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On a peaceful winter morning,
While all nature was asleep,
Winter fairies found their calling
In the mountains with steep peaks,
With the never-ending forests:
Trees so lofty, scent so green,
Where the tired soul could find rest
And lay down to breathe and dream.

Snowflakes listened to their calling
And descended upon Earth,
Graceful butterflies resembling,
Having just known their sweet birth.
On the fir trees still grew green moss,
Entangled with the bright white
Of the soft blanket which covered
All of nature, day and night.

On a peaceful winter morning,
While silence governed the land,
Winter fairies found their calling,
One which promised freedom that lasts.
For the soul yearning for quiet,
This magical, hidden world
Was all that they could desire…
Peace, contentment, freedom, hope…

– Patricia

“New Year, New Me”

“New year, new me” has always been the motto,
With everyone making their resolutions,
Yet nothing really seems to come to that conclusion
And all are left forgetting what they’d wished for.

Because it’s easy: making wishes, dreaming…
But working for one’s goals is never easy,
And thus, they set themselves up for the failure
Which leaves them feeling unaccomplished, guilty.

“New year, new me” cry superficial hashtags,
Behind them hiding the need for validation.
New year, new you… So, where’s your motivation?
Oh, right. It’s just a trend. A sad and passing—old—fad.

New year, same you—but only on the inside,
While time has trapped your body in its tight cage.
New year, new year… Careful, the clock is ticking
And all your deeds may leave you feeling empty…

– Patricia

2020

The clock’s struck midnight yet again
And we start counting one more time…
The 1st of January, a new day,
While fireworks paint the night sky.

It’s 2020… The hourglass
Keeps pouring heavy, golden sand
Onto our beings, night and day,
Little by little, grain by grain…

Until we’ll have to bid farewell,
Let’s just enjoy the present day…

– Patricia

When the Clock Strikes Midnight

Another year has come and gone,
The days have all passed, one by one,
The clock strikes midnight one more time,
Another year is ending.

I watch all colours paint the sky:
The fireworks—my lullaby,
While past and future then unite,
While I live in the moment.
 
Outside, the crowd cheers loudly but
Inside I only hear my thoughts,
And then the silence—disrupted by
A clock which then strikes midnight…

– Patricia

This isn’t who I knew I was

Acting on impulse every time and letting anger take control,
I drank the poison of envy and don’t know myself anymore.
I used to work hard for my dreams, facing the challenges head-on,
Yet now I hide and rarely seek to free myself from inner wars.

I am aware of what I am and of what I’ve started to be,
Hating the change with all my soul and wishing to somehow be free.
Yet I don’t fight back anymore, I just complain and watch the change.
So sad to know it’s all up to me, yet I wait powerless, then rage.

Dissatisfied and incomplete, I loathe myself for what I choose.
So powerless, yet blind to see that all the strength is here. Confused.
And while I’m stuck, everyone else carries their battles courageously.
I wait and do nothing to change the self-pitying melody.

I could, I could. And yet… I don’t. I won’t.

– Patricia

Music in December

A normal girl is what I am,
Riding the tram on a winter day.
I’m not more than and not less than,
I simply am. But I can dream.

I put my headphones in and then,
Imagining another world,
I let the music in and understand
Quite everything. It all makes sense.

How I can fly, explore the sky,
Travel to faraway places, be free.
My spirit soars and knows all truth,
And my heart flutters, feeling joy.

And in that moment, music is
An open door towards the universe,
With all its magic and its mysteries,
Warming my soul for all eternity.

A normal girl is what I am,
But music sets my soul on fire.
So many worlds rest deep within…
And I ride the tram in December.

– Patricia

By Candlelight

We sit down by the candlelight
And just enjoy the silence.
We’ve suffered so much in our pasts,
But now there’s peace and guidance:
The candles light our path tonight
And lead us towards a new world,
Where with ourselves we reunite
And learn to simply let go.

The tender light flickers and calls
The names which we’d forgotten…
In unsung silence we’re reborn
And find the light to hold on.
No words escape our sealed lips,
For there’s no need to speak now.
We both know what we want to say
And cherish what we now have.

By candlelight we’ve found our peace,
Its warmth—so liberating.
By candlelight we’ve found our names,
No longer hesitating.
By warm and soothing candlelight
We’ve broken out of darkness.
By candlelight we sit in peace,
Rejoicing in the silence…

– Patricia