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What do you see when you look at me?

In this world of mine as I watch it go by,
All you want to know is who am I?

Am I what everyone sees on the outside?
Or am I really hidden somewhere deep inside?

There has been a big change happen in my life,
It turned all around and I am no more his wife.

It�s been so many years since I have been alone,
But now it is time, as my children are all grown.

So who am I now, for the all the world to see?
And what do you see when you look at me?

Do you see the scared woman, which sits all alone?
As I ponder my life, not really knowing why it has gone.

Can you see when the girl reaching for something in the night?
As my bad dreams have given me such a horrible fright.

Can you hear the loneliness in my voice once in a while?
Or am I able to cover it with a sweet little smile?

Of course you don�t see that, as it is locked away,
Hidden from your view each and everyday.

So who am I now, for the all the world to see?
And what do you really see when you look at me?

Poem Style – Rhyme / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Chatty Cathy

I made my Dad laugh and roll on the floor.
As he came home with a gift from the mall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.

As I opened the gift, and saw my new friend.
All you could hear was a cry of joy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

My dad thought is was silly to see.
when I worried more that my doll might fall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.

I talked and I talked and never did stop.
Just like my new friend, that I now did enjoy.
Both Doll and I were only three feet tall.
‘Chatty Cathy’ was my most favorite toy.

Note:From that day on my fathers nick name for me was Chatty Kathy.
My real name is Kathleen and I love to talk.

Poem Style – No Style Format / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Sassy Me


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A word, a single word comes to my mind
When I describe ‘the me’ you want to know
This word is used by all my friends, I find.

With some it takes a bit of time to grow
And another will take more time to see
This word describes ‘the me’ from head to toe.

But in the end they all in time agree
That most the time to pick a single word
This one small word can be the sum of me.

The word is sassy. Is this what you heard?

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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It’s ME

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Red hair, blue eyes, the first thing you see,
Partly Scottish and Irish I be
Also English, and Welsh,
With a smile you can’t squelch.
This is what you see when you see ME.

What you don’t see when you look at me,
Is how sassy and wild I can be.
All of my friends proclaim,
I am a sassy dame.
And to this claim, they will guarantee.

Poem Style – Limrick / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Pantoum Dreams

 Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.
Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.

Tomorrow’s poem I will write starts to stir in my head,
Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
Ahead there is a road, behind me is unknown and I dread.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.

Then I think in my head, something is wrong; I need to get out
I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Lurking in shadows a figure is dark, I try to scream or shout.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.

I try to calm down with the danger around, to think what to do.
Rhyme this; rhyme that, I turn to hear someone screaming.
Sudden and swift the colors shift and everything goes askew.
Floating clouds are all around, that gives the air of dreaming.

Poem Style – Pantoum / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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My World Today

I

The world outside my realm is strange to me.
For venturing out of my boundaries
Is not what I can do so easily.

I give you my sincere apologies,
For I have fears you might not understand
What shuts me in from all adversaries.

It did not happen fast, it was not planned,
This was a thing that developed over time,
And is not contagious by holding hands.

I am in prison but not for a crime
My jail cell is more like the mental kind
Where there are no real walls for me to climb.

Shut in my house is where I am confined.

II

I do have contact with the world outside
Though family, the web and the TV
But that is not my world where I reside.

I do admit, with care, I can go see
The world outside, but in my mental state
I rush to get back to my home safely.

So outside my house I can not relate
To things, because I am not part of it.
I am an outsider because of fate.

My world is not too bad I will admit
And I am thankful for what I have too,
Because I could have given up and quit.

But I have family to see me through.

III

As you can maybe see, my shut in life
Revolves around my family the most
And I am mother as well as a wife.

So over years, I have become engrossed
With my small world, and not the world out there,
Where I decide if we have rice with roast.

My family is totally aware
Of my small problem and deal with it well
They help me when I am in some despair.

And when I take a step outside my shell
They give words with lots of encouragement
Which in the end it helps me to excel.

But for now in my world I am content.

 

Poem Style – Terra Rima / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Sonnet II: Loneliness

 In my own real small world of loneliness,
Memories to reminisce and compare.
Even though many are of happiness,
There are many that only bring despair

Some memories I would not change a thing,
Where others I must take caution and care
Like memories of play days in the spring
Or when you confessed to me, your affair

Only days ago I wanted an end
To the nightmare of memories I see
I was lonely when I lost my best friend
I took something to make the end of me

With one more memory of the near end,
To come back to the lonely world I spend.

Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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What hurts is

What hurts is the way you look at me.
You imply I’m fat after loosing 16 pounds,
Then tell me how pretty the other girls are that you see.

What hurts is when I come to visit when you are down.
I find other girls are beckoned by you to come,
but you turn me away and don’t want me around.

 What hurts is I put you as a priority in my life.
and I am only an option for you.
afterall shouldn’t your priority be your wife?

What hurts is the little thing you do everyday,
that put a wedge between me and you,
that make me feel like running away

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Sonnet III: Mirror of the Mind


Something I locked away deep down inside,
Where it will not show, and it will not grow.
It is something I feel I need to hide.
And more than that, I don’t want you to know.

I can’t let you see my blue eyes turn green
So I turn away and paint my eyes blue.
I hide it away to remain unseen
Deep in my mind, so it will not imbue.

Just like a clinging vine on a trellis
I hold tight to this. Not letting it through
Cause I don’t want you to know, how jealous
I can truly be, when it comes to you.

Don’t look into the mirror of my mind
Because this flaw I don’t want you to find.

 

Poem Style – Sonnet / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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Moments Ago

What.. No.. How could this be true?
I feel my life just went a skew.
Oh Heaven, make it not so,
This is more then I ever wanted to know.

Oh tell me now, how do I go on?
Where once there was trust and now it is gone.
I feel so betrayed, in my heart, by this deal,
This a fact, that I can not now conceal.

Make my world stop, beg and I plea.
My brains gone to mush, all that is left is debris
I am numb from my head and down to my toe,
For my world crashed down only moments ago.

Poem Style – Quatrain / Poem Catagory – Personal
Written by Lady Kathleen

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