Storytelling....In Poetry

          Most of my poetry is Non-Fiction. It's been VERY DIFFICULT for me to write anything other than that in such a genre. Recently, however, I have been discovering how to change this through writing prompts. The poems I wrote below are from one of the most recent poetry contest prompts. The prompt was to pic a random picture and explore someone's story....of someone you didn't know. The take away from this experience to encourage someone is this: be willing to improve your skills EVEN if you don't know how, perfect OR NOT; especially if it terrifies you. You never know how it will encourage both you AND those around you who witness it to grow as well. 


Poem 1.)

Forgetful

 

He'd forget,

sometimes struggling to remember his name even;

still he always remembered one thing.

 

He was forgetful often,

until he heard old stories,

ones from a distant time long past;

he always had a keen mind for that.

 

Most didn't know this,

until they talked with him a while,

then he'd share,

tell in rich detail places and faces,

events that never left him,

something people would never forget about him,

no matter how forgetful he was sometimes.


Poem 2.)

He Was 


He was serious (usually),

sometimes cutting up and laughing,

sometimes having fun.


He was strong,

both in mind and body,

something he knew well,

yet didn't let it get to him. 


He was unforgettable,

loved,

and remembered well,

especially when his father passed.


Poem 3.)

Between Two Worlds


I see you,

looking up,

looking forward.


I see you,

dressed well,

while letting your hair down.


I see you somewhere between two worlds,

ready and nervous,

(for I see that too).


I see you pushing forward regardless,

struggling yet strong,

hopeful in spite of insecurities,

passing between two worlds,

toward good awaiting you.


Poem 4.)

I Seen The Years


I seen the years in his eyes,

shown by the lines and "luggage" under his eyes.


I seen the travels taken,

heard the tales told,

ones he didn't even have to say,

for his demeanor spoke them plain. 


Behind the disguise of a bearded face I heard;

seen the years that spoke of where he had been,

where he was going,

this traveller who had been many places.


Poem 5.)

Hard Worker


He was a hard worker,

at a place of employment,

in being a husband,

in being a dad .


He put everything he had into everything he had,

everyone he had within his circle.


He was worn,

but 

he was resolute,

present,

and always showed up to work hard,

whatever the endeavor. 

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