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a midnight poem

a midnight poem

sometimes by adelia chamberlain

Sometimes I watch the sunrise,
and think of all that will happen.

Sometimes I watch the sunset,
and think of all that happened.

Sometimes I watch the rain,
and think of how it cleanses a soul.

Sometimes I watch the lightning,
and think of how it represents anger.

Sometimes I watch the stars,
and think of all that is unknown.

Sometimes I watch the clouds,
and think of all that could be.

Sometimes I watch the snow,
and think of all it covers.

Sometimes I watch the waves,
and think of how far they’ve traveled.

Sometimes I watch the trees,
and think of all that can be missed.

Sometimes I watch the sun,
and think of all I want from life.

Sometimes I watch the moon,
and wonder if I’ll ever succeed

© 2018

a four p.m. poem.

a four p.m. poem.

barricade by adelia chamberlain

A block of wall barricading the heart
Built on white slips of truth
And tiny black slips of lies
Mixed together in solid stone
Pristine white with ugly black scars

Armies push against the wall
Hoping it will break
They fire their cannons and their guns
Aiming for the black spots
Because of their perceived weakness

But what the armies will never understand
Is that the black slips of lies are the wall’s strongest points
For it is the lies that are told which bond together the truths
They make the truths stronger
The lies help the heart survive the day

When the armies bombard the wall guarding it
The truths help the heart survive the night
When the armies rest and all that remains
Is a block of wall barricading the heart
Mostly white with truth that glows through the night
And so the heart lives to fight another day

© 2018

a two a.m. poem.

a two a.m. poem.

the darkened skies by adelia chamberlain

with bars of light from a moon so bright
or stars from millions of miles away
it brings with it a peaceful air
the kind that calms with a gentle breeze
and guides us to the land of dreams
while we all catch some zzzzz’s

the beauty of the darkened sky is something to behold
it does not heat or blind with sunrays
but it can help to make you whole
for if you let yourself experience it
you will come to see that
the middle of this thing called night
is as tranquil as a waveless sea

you can find peace here if you seek it
from these early hours of the day
and when you see the dawn on the horizon
everything might just be a little more okay
for the night arrives to heal the world
and it can, if you give it a chance

© 2018

i’ve learned. – a poem

i’ve learned. – a poem

I’ve learned.

I’ve learned –
that you cannot make someone love you.
All you can do is
be someone who can be loved.
The rest is up to them.

I’ve learned –
that no matter how much I care
some people just don’t care back.

I’ve learned –
that it takes years to build up trust
and only seconds to destroy it.

I’ve learned –
that you can get by on charm
for about fifteen minutes.
After that, you better know something.

I’ve learned –
that you shouldn’t compare
yourself to the best others can do
but to the best you can do

I’ve learned –
that it’s not what happens to people
that’s important.
It’s what they do about it.

I’ve learned –
that you can do something in an instant
that will give you heartache for a lifetime.

I’ve learned –
that no matter how thin you slice it,
there’s always two sides.
That doesn’t mean that they’re both
right.

I’ve learned –
that it’s taking me a long time
to become the person I want to be.

I’ve learned –
that it’s a lot easier
to react than it is to think.

I’ve learned –
that you should always leave
loved ones with words of love.
It may be the last time you see them.

I’ve learned –
that you can keep going
long after you think you can’t.

I’ve learned –
that we are responsible for what we do
no matter how we feel.

I’ve learned –
that either you control your attitude
or it controls you.

I’ve learned –
that heroes are the people
who do what needs to be done
when it needs to be done
regardless of the consequences.

I’ve learned –
that learning to forgive
takes practice.

I’ve learned –
that there are people who love you dearly
but just don’t know how to show it.

I’ve learned –
that money is a lousy way
of keeping score.

I’ve learned –
that my best friends and I
can do anything or nothing
and have the best time.

I’ve learned –
that sometimes the people who you expect
to kick you while you’re down
are the ones who will help you get back up.

I’ve learned –
that sometimes when I’m angry,
I have the right to be angry,
but that doesn’t give me the right to be cruel.

I’ve learned –
that true friendship continues to grow
even over the longest distance.

I’ve learned –
that just because someone doesn’t love you
the way you want them to doesn’t mean
they don’t love you with all they have.

I’ve learned –
that maturity has more to do with
what types of experiences you’ve had
and what you’ve learned from them
and less to do with how many
candles are on your birthday cake.

I’ve learned –
that you should never tell a child
their dreams are unlikely or outlandish.
Few things are more humiliating,
and what a tragedy it would be
if they believed it.

I’ve learned –
that your family won’t always be there for you.
It may seem funny, but people you aren’t related to
can take care of you and love you
and teach you to trust people again.
Families aren’t always biological.

I’ve learned –
that no matter how good a friend is
they’re going to hurt you
every once and awhile
and you must forgive them for that.

I’ve learned –
that it isn’t always enough
to be forgiven by others.
Sometimes you have to learn
to forgive yourself.

me. – a poem

me. – a poem

read it all the way down, and then read it from the bottom up.
I need to go
So do not tell me
I know what I’m doing
You need to see me for what I really am
I’m a fighter
I’m a crier
Do not tell me
Books written that no one reads
Poems written that no one understands
These things were done with crippling insecurity…
An imposter!
I am not
Welcome here
I should feel
To leave my comfort zone
I should learn
Share my pain
Share my heart
Let me
Get rid of myself
Is it now the right time to say
This is my life and
I don’t belong here anymore?
Don’t be so stupid to think that
I should look upon it in a different way