Confidence Poems
Doortastend
by Mario Odekerken
Zekerheid in twijfel,
een stap gezet in mist,
zonder kaarten of kompas.
Kijkend naar voren,
vol vertrouwen,
de weg die zichzelf schrijft.
Jack, Dare to Believe
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
......
Prison
by Shira Yovel
Static. Elongated. Loud. Present. Clear.
Piercing. Slow. Sharp.
An existence.
Stuck in the middle of nothing.
Nothing being the space
......
Skinny Legs
by Sharon Morgan
My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
......
Whispers of Self-Discovery: Rewriting the Narrative
by Lea-Pearl Njei
I walk with a regal grace, chest lifted high,
A face radiant, capturing every wandering eye.
Curiosity dances in the air, whispers and stares,
They all crave to know the tale that my presence declares.
Some approach with kind wishes, others with intent to break,
But I meet their efforts with laughter, for what's a smile but a fleeting take?
Yet as I retreat to my room's cocoon of solitary,
I realize my aloneness, my facade of confidence now temporary.
......
Doortastend
by Mario Odekerken
Zekerheid in twijfel,
een stap gezet in mist,
zonder kaarten of kompas.
Kijkend naar voren,
vol vertrouwen,
de weg die zichzelf schrijft.
Jack, Dare to Believe
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Jack Allen was a serious, shy schoolboy, who worked hard at school lessons;
Like mottled skies working hard each day, to convey many color obsessions.
Jack was a little small for his age, and had begun to feel somewhat bullied;
For ofttimes, he took no part in rough sports. Still, he'd race at great speed!
He loved most the adventure in books, and Sis loved reading, just as much;
And sympathized with Jack's social bind, like rainbows, which keep in touch!
The funtastic friends next door visited, amidst fierce, fatal, fall fruit flavors-
......
Lovely Mirror
by Girly Virgo ♍
Looking in the mirror we just see ourselves.
I mean, I thought that's what mirrors were meant to show.
But for her it's not just that.
I think she sees more than her reflection.
......
Whispers of Self-Discovery: Rewriting the Narrative
by Lea-Pearl Njei
I walk with a regal grace, chest lifted high,
A face radiant, capturing every wandering eye.
Curiosity dances in the air, whispers and stares,
They all crave to know the tale that my presence declares.
Some approach with kind wishes, others with intent to break,
But I meet their efforts with laughter, for what's a smile but a fleeting take?
Yet as I retreat to my room's cocoon of solitary,
I realize my aloneness, my facade of confidence now temporary.
......
Skinny Legs
by Sharon Morgan
My skinny legs, my skinny legs
Echoes of my childhood days
With legs like broomsticks
And taunts along the way
Boys will be boys,
Always teasing little girls
I know I was there
As there was nowhere else to go
......
