Tag: poems of Patricia Harris

Monday Poetry

Monday Poetry
Poetry

My Faults

By Patricia Harris

In my head
my faults are mountain sized,
built from the moments I have
so often tried…
and seen the inability
to make it work…
so the blame was in me?
because where else could it be?

instead of seeing the struggle
I have endured and the learning curve
that me was set before,
I assumed that I was flawed.

Overcome the world laid at my feet,
every issue did I defeat, just not in perfect grace,
so I listed my own flaws in litany
because I saw the struggle as my disgrace.

Monday Poetry

Poetry

Bone Tired

By Patricia Harris

When does sleep
Finally catch up
With the tired
A lifetime long?

It’s not that I am complaining,
For life is full, and I am aware,
But more than three hours
Would help feel like
I have been mauled by a bear.

Ars Poetica Day 26

Splash the ink
so carelessly,
give poetry freely.

for the world deserves
the best of verse,
with no thoughts
to the what ifs and such.

poetry is another art
meant to ease the disturbed,
and so I say it should be
written with abandon
to make the world better.

Pad challenge Day 23

Heart of Hope

By Patricia Harris

Stretching to the edge of insanity,
When the pressure gets to be too much,
That is where you find it…
The strength that is the heart of hope.

Courage is not being brave
Because you don’t feel fear,
It is feeling it and doing anyway.
The heart of hope is knowing
Despair and choosing
To believe in the possibility
Of what time will bring.

Ars Poetica Day 23

Why are all the poets tortured,
The artists starved,
And that somehow makes
The world go around?

Poetry seems to heal
The tortured souls,
And so I am inclined
      to think that those who
Need it most create.

Pad challenge Day 22

Wasteland of the heart

By Patricia Harris

Perhaps dystopian tales
Have it all wrong,
The apocalypse will not be
Some huge global catastrophe…
Instead I think that
It is going to be
A slow decay of the social
Heart and mind.

That has already begun
With man no longer caring for
The fellow man…
The wasteland of the heart
Has already started to form
With the world not decaying
Just falling apart silently
From within.

Ars Poetica Day 22

When does all of the noise
Become poetry again?
The darkness seems to
Overwhelm the senses,
Making poetry seem
               harder to hear
              Harder to write…

But eventually
       The cracks let in
                 The light.

Poetry will return
When it is given
Time to flow.

Pad challenge Day 21

Tropes

By Patricia Harris

Writing based
on the expectation
Is harder to explore
The openness of creativity.

Tropes in poetry
Tend to be
Writing love
And nature poems.

I’m not a poet
That leans towards
The tropes to hold
My writing up.

Pad challenge Day 18

When Hope Ends

By Patricia Harris

The beginning of all things
Is when we decide that hope ends.
Because Hope is the thing
That keeps alive the what ifs.

Realism means that you look
at what life offers
and don’t look away
when hope ends and the world
shows you the darkness
in sway.

Pad challenge Day 13

Living

By Patricia Harris

Living,
Unlike dying,
Is a way to
Splash hope
everywhere.

Dying is the end,
No way to start
The attempt again…

Living allows you
To pivot to another
Direction for the
Light to shine on.