Tag: #poetry

Life like Water by Enna Mari

Life like Water 

There are days when everything feels simply,
Almost like a glass of clear fresh water,
But then we remember water is complex,
So much depth, so nourishing yet dangerous,
It can take anything anywhere,
Change lives and cause deadly deaths,
Yet we hang to it for dear life,
Acknowledging everything good and evil,
So why can’t people do that about me?
They only choose to see the side of the
Smile filled face, fresh of tears,
Ignoring everything wrong 
Even when I’m close to the edge, 
With nothing left but a cry for help,
They laugh at the ridiculous thought of it,
Why see it when my problems aren’t 
Affecting their lifestyle in any way.

“Life like Water” is an original poem written by me, like the poem’s title suggests it uses the versatility of water to follow the thoughts of someone longing to be needed and seen, due to their struggles, and it feels lonely. It emphasises the need to be make an impact on the people around them to have a sense of accomplishment to the point where the person does not care if it is helping someone achieve something negative or positive. It captures the emotions many may feel of wanting to make an impact, even if they are surrounded by love.

The last half of the poem focuses on the way some may perceive others, those who are absorbed in themselves or simply do not care for the subject of the poem. The person is crying out for help, whether that be emotional support or something else, but their invisibility is being highlighted so the person acknowledges they are not the people they should seek and returns to wearing a mask.

A Mother’s Fear (the innocence of a child) by Enna Mari

Anger sparks within her eyes, 
Flooded with colours of the night,
A broken shield made of lies, 
Gives the child, a big fright. 

Now a sound, a wail, a weep,
The Mother tries to calm the little sheep,
"Hush," she whispers as she prays,
Hoping the child won't run away.

This is part two of the poems that are based/inspired by William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and Experience.” Unlike the first one, this one is more explicitly obvious that it draws from Blake’s poetry, especially focusing on the naivety of the child where the simple actions of an adult can frighten it.

Though it is not what I usually write in regard to poetry, it is still not too bad. I personally prefer “The Differences” more, perhaps it is because it may be based off myself. Like the previous William Blake inspired poem, it was written for a school assignment and has an accompanied analysis. If any of you are interested, let me know and I’ll attach it. 😊

The Differences by Enna Mari

Sharp slitted eyes, 
Face made of slides, 
Features as round as thee. 

A beautiful smile, 
Kind-Hearted child, 
The world will see you differently.

This poem was written at school for an assignment. The task involved using the themes depicted in William Blake’s poetry, “The songs of Innocence.” I did previously write about certain literary techniques used and the brief analysis of some of the lines, but I thought that may not be something of interest [although if it is let me know and I’ll put it up]. But for now, I’ll leave this without a clear conclusive definition of the meaning and so it is yours to interpret.

Haikus based on How We Fall Apart by Katie Zhao.

Appearance was perfect 
Nothing left, a Web of lies 
Alone yet never 

Nobody knew it 
Unknown, everyone struggling  
Mentally harmful 

Betray or study
Completed both, almost died 
Forgiven at last

I wrote these Haikus a while ago and I realised I never posted them on my blog. The simple format of haikus really lets you understand the basic message and sometimes simple is best. There is beauty to be found in the bare and of course my first book based poems had to be on How We Fall Apart by Katie Zhao.

Anxiety, please stop by Enna Mari

No one understands you,
No one cares about you,
Everything hates you.

No one likes you,
No one wants to know about you,
Everyone despises you, 

Those little thoughts 
Cause large accidents,
Spiralling down,
As shadows wrap
Around and around 
The brain never stops
A light laughter 
Can be seen as cruel,
Harsh, ruthless, callous
Just words and so is this. 
Anxiety, please stop.

Anxiety, please stop was written a couple months ago after an anxiety attack and it clearly explores something many people unfortunately go through with self-sabotaging thoughts. After I wrote I didn’t edit it that much since I thought it would be best to be left as it was giving it the property of how it felt in those moments.

I hope you enjoyed the poem and the simple structure of it, perhaps you might have found it relatable.

They Know Nothing as They Tell Lies by Enna Mari

They tell me I’m fine,
They think I am not, 
They comment on parts that matter a lot,
From struggles of health to unsolicited advice, 
They think they have rights to tell me what’s what,
The surface of tension and other things right,
They give me a smile with no one in sight.
From lovesick stares to stolen moments,
They took what they thought were just more tokens, 
Not a thought about the others,
They didn’t consider the people involved. 

A rose so red it couldn’t be friendship, 
They told me it was nothing to do with relationships,
Then many weeks later they declared their love,
I was confused with the man in the house,
Yet here I am walking beside them,
While some hatred still lingers and festers inside me,
Although they don’t know the secrets I’ve learnt,
Or the [long held] words of despair so deeply burnt,
They think I’m still an ignorant little “girl”
With tears spent out and the lows forgotten.

They are not ready for the person they’ve given,
They don’t know the secrets I’ve hidden,
Or the setting feeling of impending doom,
And it’s just while I sit in my room,
I know that I will never say those words,
But I can't say I dying to know,
Why they would say such a thing, 
To hide the lies and miscommunication, 
Although some many deny, 
It’s clear there was a dalliance all along.