FROM THE POET

This is a series of poems written by John Svododa over a number of years. There are times of peak-where numerous poems were written & there are also times of lows where there are long periods between each poem. As the author is trying to reach a goal of 1001 (and then retire!!) it was never envisaged that this would be done over a short period of time. Poems can be humorous, ridiculing someone or something, show a meaning of hurt or love or even project feelings that not necessarily be directed to the same person/thing, can be a reflection of life or to be life. Most poems are trying to send a message to the reader be it not understandable or nonsense.

The idea of this poet is not to have any ill feelings against anyone but to be read by young whom can learn about life – and by the elderly look back at what could have been. Some are very personal- but who cares when you are currently living in a life that has total enjoyment. Suggestion is not to criticize but to take in the enjoyment of creative poetry make it meaningful and thus may be you can be an author.

SO NOW:

Please Read On!

Monday, 28 July 1986

Poem Number 143 - Scared - 28/7/1986

Emotions are such that make you feel happy and sad,
And at times, also sad,
How can I tell you how I feel?
It seems to me, sometimes unreal.

I do care and love you but how can I know, how long this will last?
But things change and time goes fast.
Yesterday, I was scared, “ will it or won’t it work out?” I asked myself,
The reply was to let time see itself out.

You say you love me,
But why is part of me, unbelieving.
I hope you will change my mind,
And make me see it is all you. All I need.

Will I ever see happiness that is what I ask myself, over and over again?
Till in my heart, it all starts to rain.
I feel that I do need to get away,
A place where there is no care or worry.

I do hope to get there in a hurry,
At the moment, I feel like a child, running wild.
I do believe it can last,
But things go so fast.

I feel you don’t still know the ‘real’ me,
I hope time will make you see,
The way to the heart,
That can tear apart emotions.

Should we fight about brutal things that don’t mean anything?
Maybe I still can’t control my feelings,
And so I will leave it up to you,
To see what you can do.

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