A Glimpse of Light
I see the light
at the end of the tunnel,
A glimpse or a flash.
Through these dark times of loneliness,
Of being so separated and apart,
no unison,
We all seem to know it will be okay.
Together,
yet so alone.
Lockdown Blue
I sit in my isolation,
Feeling the time slowly going by.
Reliving the same days again and again.
Using all this time thinking about what I have missed out on.
Not knowing when I can see family and friends again
Not knowing when there will be a normal life again
As I sit knowing this
I know there is hope that life will return to normal some day,
So I will keep waiting.
Sometimes it is Nicer to Lie Down
Sometimes it’s a little nicer to lie down.
Soft clothes, softened gaze and softer feelings.
All pressure removed from my aching crown.
No loud voices, noises outside like distant screaming
I’m not the king in charge of fixing a crumbling town at night.
Sometimes it’s a little nicer to lie down.
I don’t need to claw, scratch and bite.
Battling to not collapse under the fortress I built myself at the resuest of those stronger or those who need it more than me.
There is no pressure to stand and fight at night.
Sometimes it’s a little nicer to lie down.
I don’t need to claw, scratch and bite.
Battling not to collapse under the fortress I built myself
at the demands of those stronger or those who have collapsed already.
There is no more pressure to stand and fight at night.
Sometimes its a little nicer to lie down.
Giving up is a thing worse than defeat.
But the work from trying only makes the thorned vines tighten
further into the flesh of the self-inflicted achromatic that I’ve become.
But I can give it all up the moment I’m consumed by the sheets.
Sometimes it’s a little nicer to lie down.
Feels Like Home
The wind in my hair,
The salt stinging my eyes,
A feeling of peace,
As I look up at the sky
The beach is like home,
It makes me feel at ease
Feelings of exhileration, tranquility
The sand being swept up in the breeze.
The World Beyond
It was a rainy day,
We could do nothing,
but lay in bed,
Everything was closed,
All the shops, All the schools,
Spring was coming soon,
The trees and flowers were blooming,
But we could only look,
from the inside,
Girls standards…
If you don’t wear makeup you’re boring, but if you do you’re fake
If you show too much skin you’re a slut, but if you don’t you’re boring
If you drink or smoke it’s unattractive, but if you don’t you’re no fun
If you’re skinny you need to eat up, but if you’re overweight you need to slim down
If you’re confident you’re too self-absorbed, but if you’re not you’re insecure
Wear shorts, wear skirts – but not too short.
Sometimes,
I wish the world
would
just stop
for a second.
Maybe then,
I’d be able to
catch
my breath.
Grandads Rose Basket
The morning was crisp
Not a cloud to be seen
A honk of a horn awoke me
I rushed down the stairs and with glee
I opened the door
His long arms wrapped around me
His little red van was filled
With rose baskets for all
Hung everywhere for all to see
And my grandads rose baskets
Will always be with me.
Mother Earth
From the ground beneath us
to the skies up above
this earth is ours to care for
to nurture and love
For if we do not step up
and make things right
I fear dear Mother Nature
won’t make it through the night
So if we all do our part
all across the globe
The earth can get better
and there can be hope
that one day
many years from now
our grandkids and their kids
can sit back and think
Wow
What a beautiful planet
Lock down is okay
There are cases going up and anxiety sky high,
every one is making custard and apple pies,
toilet rolls gone from from every shelf in the shops,
online shopping just to buy the same tops.
We are in this together like never before,
because none of us has been this unsure.
socially distanced and masks on our face
we will get through this at our own pace.
all we need to know is this go away
therefore, lock down is okay.
Wednesday, Runaway
I wanted to tell you ,
I wanted to talk
I wanted to speak
And I lost my shot
Now your gone
and I’m left open
You won’t reply
And I’m left broken
Why couldn’t I say
What I wanted to say
You said I love you
But I ran away.
It’s Fine
But you have a good life,
Stop being so dramatic,
It’s all part of being a teenager,
You’ll get over it,
Some people have real issues
So I stopped telling you,
Keep it to myself,
But I am drowning.
Boredom
So boredom is like soaring through the sky imagining you are a tiny fly,
or a story teller telling the story of when her life was bad
and was a cloud of mad and kind of sad,
but boredom could be so much more than a story teller
telling a story of a tiny fly
it could be wondering on a beach
wanting that fulfilment of the big black starry sky
where all those amazing dreams lie
they may say all the wish’s wished upon them
once upon a time so this brings us to the conclusion
boredom can be anything from a tiny fly
to a dream in the big black stary night sky.
Stay
Everyone says they’ll stay
But in the end they all go away
You tell them everything
But in the end your left with nothing
Some people can be alone
But I want a place to call home
I want someone to stay
But I know that they will go away.
Happiness
It can be a drug that I take everyday
A lifestyle I choose to follow to keep the mind at bay
It changes my perspective of the bad things in many ways
But if I forget to take it, the side effects are vast
including feeling negative and watching the day past
My happiness is an addictive drug which I refuse
to go without because my mind knows
how important life is to go without the negative doubts.
Kick Off
When the ball is thrown in we go to war,
stands flooded with supporting fans, anticipating your county will go far.
the strong battle of who gets the first ball to hand,
hoping and praying your team will collect the cup on top of the stand.
the clash of the hurleys
the pride of wearing your jersey,
every player is touch tight
nobody wants to loose this fight.
Lockdown is hard,
but it has to be done.
They have to get treatment alone, but it has to be done.
They have no work, but it has to be done.
They’re on the frontlines at risk, but it has to be done.
They live alone and get food through the letterbox, but it has to be done.
They haven’t seen her kids in months, but it has to be done.
They get married with no celebrations, but it has to be done.
They die and get buried without friends and family, but it has to be done.
To think
others can have everything that I’ve ever wanted and still take it for granted is the reason I struggle to sleep at night. Have you ever tried to convince yourself of something that you know is a lie? Waiting and praying that the clocks ticks will slowly change it, make me a better daughter. Knowing my father may refuse to walk me down the aisle because of who’s waiting at the end. My sixteen year old secret lives by my side, and it’s eating me alive.
STILL
Still,
still as the image of scorching trees,
Still as the image of animals fleeing from their homes,
Still as the image of the cruel blazing flames,
Still as those who sit in ignorance,
Unknowingly fanning the ruthless flames of the setting hot fire,
The fire which shows no mercy and knows no humanity,
The fire which shows no kindness and knows no order,
Oh how true the old saying;
“Ignorance is bliss”.
Rush
As I run to the field
My nerves kick in
My heart beat is heavy
My legs weak like tin
Game faces on
Concentration masks distress
A look of armies in war
We see who stands the test
When the match begins
My breath steals away
I hear the crowd roar
My mind in dismay.
Panic Buttons
The terrors of social media
The panic from receiving a notification
The harmful topics of conversation,
Serious damage they do
The terrors social media puts us through.
What started as a way to make friends
Has now put some teenagers lives to an end.
The bullying and negativity that we pursue
The terrors social media puts us through.
Girls standards…
If you don’t wear makeup you’re boring, but if you do you’re fake
If you show too much skin you’re a slut, but if you don’t you’re boring
If you drink or smoke it’s unattractive, but if you don’t you’re no fun
If you’re skinny you need to eat up, but if you’re overweight you need to slim down
If you’re confident you’re too self-absorbed, but if you’re not you’re insecure
Wear shorts, wear skirts – but not too short
News no one wants to hear
Today I learned of something new
Something which I never knew
It was very hard for me to hear
Knowing that none of my family was near
I got the information in a letter
But in person it wouldn’t have been any better
In a summary this letter said
That both my parents had been found dead.
Lockdown 1
The unpredicted life ahead,
Seemed fun getting off school for a while,
Until that while turned into months,
And the school work rose into a larger pile.
Then summer arrived brightening up the days.
a natural remedy was the heat from the summer rays.
Rumour
Being so young when I first heard “tumor”,
I thought they were lies or only just rumors.
Hearing my dad had gotten it twice,
I assumed God had become slight vice.
Two years apart from each other,
I started to worry for my mother.
The love of her life was unwell and sick,
I wondered would she think it was all a blip.
I am happy to say he is healthy now,
Would it all go away or stay renowned?
Time Traveller
I want to go back in time
Appreciate social days
I want to go to a party
And get dressed up
To smell the stench of tan
To taste the sharpened vodka
To feel the velvet couch I sit on
To hear the thud of music
To hug the people I haven’t for so long
And to kiss a boy like I know not of COVID.
Grim Lane
He drinks, she smokes.
They fight, in that lane.
Oh that dreaded lane,
When it doesn’t have to be
night for it to feel dark.
Terrified, feeling numb, alone.
I hate that grim lane.
As I grow older
I think about life
I also think about my sore shoulder
I think about the the future and how I will thrive
Maybe I’ll be more bolder
Gonna be learning how to drive
I’ll also be in New York where it will be more colder
I like sprinkles but I don’t want wrinkles
But that’s what happens when you get older
That Day
On that day our lives changed forever
Something that we have experienced, never
Social Distancing, hand sanitizer and masks
This all sounded like the hardest of tasks
Stay home, only 5 kilometers from your house
Trapped in a cage, like a mouse
When will this hell on earth end
Is all I can think off when I lay down my head
To Write a Poem
Write a poem, all on your own
And see how good you do.
I have not one clue, on what to do
So I’ll write about my current situation.
I’m writing a poem, all on my own,
And seeing how well I get on.
I don’t know where to begin,
My hands under my chin,
Probably throw this in the bin when I’m done with it.
I’ve just written a poem, all on my own,
And I don’t think I did that bad.
I must say I’m quite glad,
I’ll go relax in the sand,
And consider writing another.
As I grow older
I think about life
I also think about my sore shoulder
I think about the future and how I will thrive
Maybe I’ll be less bolder
Gonna be learning how to drive
I’ll also be in New York where it will be more colder
I like sprinkles but I don’t wanna have wrinkles
But that’s what happens when you get older.
dream
I had a dream last night
where I lost my sight
i was really scared
but no one really cared.
i knew this couldn’t be real
and i just couldn’t deal
so i let out scream
and it was all a dream.
Good morning good morning
and how do you do
It’s time to get up and go to school
My writing is done and my books are read
And all that is left is to make my bed
Cornflakes for breakfast and one piece of toast
And go to school and be as good as gold
How do I write this poem?
“You should write from the heart.”
Well mine is forlorn, fragile and broken.
It is weary of longing and loving,
and starving each day,
for another heart who might too, feel the same.
Yet, it keeps ticking on, as time passes by,
hanging onto that priceless promise,
“One day, you will find your perfect guy.”
We are teenage girls…
We are only learning now to love our bodies, to respect them too,
We hold back tears every single day,
because of being insecure or over friends or family,
But let’s be real we all hope and pray that one day these feelings will fade away.
We put so much pressure on ourselves to impress a boy,
A boy who doesn’t treat us right or notice or care,
How we end up feeling just isn’t fair.
We put on makeup to feel better, yet it ends up not being good enough.
What I’m trying to say,
is that Life as a girl isn’t easy but it’s all going to be okay.
Poem inspired by virtual school
Waking up to the very same thing,
Listening to the crows trying to sing,
Sitting down in front of the computer ready for classwork,
Classmate cracking jokes making me smirk.
When people wonder what this is all for,
With all the cases they try to ignore.
It is getting worse by each case,
Stay home and keep us all safe
As a little kid
I couldn’t wait to grow up,
To be independent and find my place in the world,
Now that I’m growing i want it to slow up,
Getting older too fast, my memories are blurred.
Sometimes i forget to reply,
But it doesn’t mean that i don’t want to say hi.
Just because we aren’t by eachothers side
doesn’t mean our love for eachother is too wide
i’m sad we drifted apart and we act like we hate eachother,
But to me your still my best friend,
I’m still here to give you a hand to lend.
Focus on the future.
I can’t wait for the the summer,
Can’t wait for the weekend,
For the next class,
Always looking forward
To the next best thing.
Don’t want to live
In the now.
Focus on the future.
In the future there’s hope.
The Long Hours
Hours pass and the days feel long ,
I wonder how long I have left until I hear this song?
The clock is ticking but no time has passed ,
I lose myself in activities trying to make the day go fast.
Am I wasting my hours, my days, my weeks? Perhaps quite possibly.
But in this moment with my headphones on I transport so very far away where dreams belong.
Hollywood, New York the sky is the limit, an actress, a singer all in just a minute.
I can escape and leave this draining town where things always seem to end upside down.
People may think its silly to dream and escape
perhaps they don’t realize what its like to experience the journey of a tape.
Scone
I feel so alone so I have another scone
But that scone will come back to haunt me
when I see pictures of a perfect body
It’s not that I don’t like myself it’s just that I want to look like somebody else
Someone who can wear what she wants without people commenting about her fat.
The people don’t matter as much as myself sometimes all I see is my stomach fat
I look in the mirror and I don’t know if who I see is really me
Difference
Everyone fears it.
Whether it’s choosing to style different hair,
Or choosing to be interested in something more important,
If your different,
people will support, laugh or shame you,
Give it their best shot to tare you down for being slightly unique,
You can choose to ignore it,
but it will follow,
you can choose to not care,
but it will always be ahead of you,
the best thing you can do is face it,
Face it and embrace it,
Because if the difference is feared,
then people find you terrifying.
“What is it for?”
We say the world is precious but is that really meant
We slaughter innocent animals thinking it won’t leave a dent
Donate here donate there but does that really make people care
Some say they do but just sit and stare
Watching as the world goes by, without even wanting to try
Trees cut down and all for what? Just so we can have a shot?
A shot at what? Life? I’d say, We do what we do just to live another day.
Whilst forests burn and and tumble down all we say is don’t frown.
The world we have is one worth keeping, don’t mess it up by fleeting.
Country people
The country fields, where I begin,
For its my home and my place of kin,
they keep us in, no one new allowed,
The country people are so proud.
I don’t find comfort in the circle of pressure,
at the GAA you must be better.
Marry a farmers son they say,
and for life milk the cows and pick up hay.
I find it depressing but don’t you know,
That’s how us country people’s,
life goes.
Snowflakes
You waste time trying,
to be good enough for others
who’d never do the same for you
but this is our world
they call us snowflakes
we’d “melt” in the rain
but really
deep down we’re stronger
than adults could ever be
It’s Coming Back
Hello? Who’s there?
Oh it’s you, you’re back
i thought you’d be away longer
it’s been awhile since the last attack
i don’t want to do this today
i’m starting to trust again
i feel happy, free
please don’t bring back the men
Standards
Today’s standards are not realistic
if you don’t have a flat stomach your fat
if you have a flat stomach your to skinny
if you don’t wear the newest clothes your behind in the crowd
if you wear the newest clothes your trying to copy others
if you don’t
live up to your own not other peoples
standards.
The unseen truth
People judge , People mock, People think their on top,
of this popularity pyrimad of fakeness, bitchyness and how hot.
These people only see you for your looks and what they think of you,
they dont know what people actually go through, depression, anxiety, childhood trauma.
These people in the popularity pyrimad preach about mental health
and being kind when they can sometimes be the reason for peoples problems.
We’re told to express ourselves,
But we’ve got all these rules,
No more than one piercing!
These are the schools
Be happy and smile,
These are the best days of your life,
Just no time for fun now,
You must prepare to be a wife!
To where A Smile
she’s the girl who always smiles
she’s the girl that never cry’s and every one wonder’s why
but they don’t see her eyes so how would they know
its just a broken smile that she hides so very well
Okay
They say it’s over, it’s all okay
but still it seems like yesterday,
They say it’s over, it’s all okay
but still I see hand slapping at my face,
They say it’s over now it’s all okay
but still I watch my words as if his car is still in the driveway,
They say it’s over, it’s all okay
but why is fear still occupying my headspace,
They say it’s over now, it’s all okay,
but we all know the divisions remain,
They say it’s over now, but it doesn’t feel okay.
Programming
From the work that buries me each night
To the silent conversations that don’t light
They say it will be over soon
Which is less likely than me visiting the moon
School is great that prepares me for nothing
Apart from the ability to be looked down upon or something
And here are the best days of my life
wondering when they will take flight.
Paul
I walked through the autumn leaves
the cold winter breeze
hitting my chest
i grabbed my club crest
i could hear the branches snapping
trying to stay warm i was clapping
i hear my name being called
oh wait is that my friend Paul
My uncles magic pocket
My uncles magic pocket
There’s something for me everyday
Any size, anything its special
One day I ran out to his old rusty red car
I saw a wrapper peeping out of his ,
old checkered red shirt
He took it out i was amazed
It aas 10 feet wide and 10 feet tall
It was a huge bag of sweets
I could never figure out
How they fit
In my uncles magic pocket.
Happiness
This is a feeling we all want for ourselves, the feeling we are longing for,
We question this feeling like it a hard question on a test,
What is happiness, when will I get it, why is my life not full of it,
We have always asked ourselves what it is, some of us can answer the question straight away while others struggle to find an answer,
Happiness is life, life is happiness, Family is happiness,
Happiness is a feeling of being loved, being cared for knowing that someone is always going to be there for you,
Happiness is always there and we will always find it,
We question it becomes we think ther is no such thing as happiness when our world feels dark and sad,
In life there is always going to be happiness, even we don’t know it will always be there,
As humans we deny ourselves happiness because we feel we don’t deserve it,
we deny ourselves happiness when we think it has no meaning,
We deny ourselves happiness because we didn’t think it could be part of life,
In the end ,happiness is all around us, it will always be there, we just have to wait, but it will come.
3 words of life
The 3 words, I love you
just hit me never have
You felt like nothing like this.
Running away, across
The seas, to a land
Where you stand
Watching the
Beautiful ocean,
hearing the waves.
Not ever will you here
Those three words again. Here
You stand at the point, where
Everything you knew was gone.
Just peaceful and relaxed
Everything that’s gone now,
Deep in your heart, you know,
I will always be loved.
We Three and Me
In the way she looks at me I see myself
In the way he looks at me I see myself
In the way they look at me I see myself
But when I look at myself I never see them.
All three look at me at my worst
All three look at me at my best
All three look at me when the world is against me
But I never see all three when they need me.
In times of lonelyness he is there
In times of happiness they are there
In times of fear she is there
But I am never there for them.
They are me and I am them
But I can never see myself as who they are.
This Turned into a Poem About me Hating School
I really wish I knew what to write in this poem
I have completely blanked on all the usually complicated and frustrating teenage thoughts that usually flow through my subconscious.
I feel this way in school a lot when I have to write a poem or a story, I can’t think of one except for ones that have already been written. However, when I go home, my mind is an endless abyss of thoughts and imaginative story lines about a life that I wish I was leading.
I think school does this to everybody. It makes you sit and learn about sh*t that you don’t care about and 90 percent of it you’ll never use in your life. And then the teachers have the audacity to complain about you looking disengaged in class.
They tell you that “this is a very stressful time” and them become the source of almost all my stress.
I don’t know if you could call this a poem but since it’s like art or something maybe it counts.
I’m Fine
I dream about the person I wanna be,
But honestly the thought of that frightens me.
A nurse, a doctor, a farmer… that too,
But I can barely get through my day at school.
I live my life with a smile on my face,
But forcing this act is something I ace.
Just to tell you’s, I’m perfectly fine,
This is all just worries I have in my mind.
Most Days
I got up late like most days.
Everyday the same nothings changed.
I looked outside at the cold damp day,
use to it by now thats just the way.
I log online to do my work.
The teachers telling me to hurry up.
Everyday the same nothings changed.
A Summers Day
The sun was shining, clothes on the line were drying,
With my friends nearby, the girls and the guys,
Laughing and Smiling at the boys we were admiring!
A Summers Day, no school hooray!
Getting a real tan and drinking coke from a can,
I wish everyday was a Summers Day.
That Day
On that day our lives changed forever
Something that we have experienced, never
Social Distancing, hand sanitiser and masks
This all sounded like the hardest of tasks
Stay home, only 5 kilometres from your house
Trapped in a cage, like a mouse
When will this hell on earth end
Is all I can think off when I lay down my head
Those Gates
Every time we pass those gates
I have to look away
Before the memories come flooding back
Like an unforgiving tsunami
Killing any joy in its path
And like the tsunami of memories
A sense of helplessness washes over me
This feeling I can’t control
As I dare to steal a glance
And as the tears come gushing down
I try to remember
No one can change the past.
My uncles magic pocket
My uncles magic pocket
There’s something for me everyday
Any size, anything its special
One day I ran out to his old rusty red car
I saw a wrapper peeping out of his ,
old checkered red shirt
He took it out i was amazed
It aas 10 feet wide and 10 feet tall
It was a huge bag of sweets
I could never figure out
How they fit
In my uncles magic pocket.
Don’t look out
There might be a ghost lurking about.
They come when it’s dark,
Check the walls they leave a mark.
They arrive each night,
They will give you a fright.
Sure it’s only a scare,
But its best for you to be aware.
Some may says it’s just a tale,
But you will still hear their wail.
So turn off the lights,
At 12 each night.
And don’t look out,
There WILL be a ghost lurking about!
What did girls do
What did girls do to earn such disrespect
We never caused war
Why are our bodies all men can see
That’s not what eyes are for
We have so much to offer
But no one to offer it to
We need to change the narrative
But it’s hard to know what to do
Tough Year
This past year has been tough
We’ve been in lockdown more then we’ve been out of it
It’s been pretty rough
I never thought I’d say it I do miss school
I didn’t wanna say it, I thought I was too cool
My friends are what I miss
Oh how life used to be a bliss
I hope we still have summer
If not that’s be a bummer.
Memories
May these memories break our fall,
For this is the only day we can do this,
Say you’ll stand by me forever,
Before we’re forced to say goodbye,
We never believed this would happen,
Hoping fate would keep us together,
I’ll love you forever my friend,
Forever, forever, forever.
The Order of Things
Men are superior, that’s what they say
but what happens when their emotions get in the way?
When they see that girl or watch the game,
or they like a girls insta just for her fame,
Women are drawn to men like flies,
Even after all their lies,
They see a boy with brown curly hair
and suddenly everyone has to stare.
Cause even after everything we been thought to say,
Emotions will always get in the way.
Sports
Playing sport is important to me
It makes me feel happy and healthy on the inside
It hard work, tough and drains my energy
But it paints my competitiveness in a good light on the outside.
Monday’s and Thursday’s I play it the most
Seeing my friends and doing what I love
Losing and winning I’m still engrossed
gentle or not I can throw a shove
The beach In Donegal
The minute I step out of my car,
I can feel the cool sea breeze on my face.
The sea washes my stress away,
As I walk along the beach I can feel the soft sand,
The clear blue water crashes against the rocks,
The waves crash onto the beach,
And the seagulls wander in the sky.
World
How can the world
be such a bad place
When all it has done
is give us what we need
We need to use its resources
at a fair pace
Otherwise we will have no place
to plant our seed.
I walked outside
To go down a slide
The weather was insane
In Spain
I had fun a lot
Because it was hot
I wasn’t at school
I was at the pool
I then ate food
Not seafood.
i’m not exactly good at poetry,
i could write about the highest hill
or the deepest sea,
but honestly poetry is not for me.
i could write about how growing old scares me,
or how lucky i am to have a great family,
i could write about all the countries i’ve been to,
but honestly poerty is not for me.
School,
Oh dreadful dreadful school,
Some may not like it but others think its cool,
Its a place to learn but you must enter with fuel,
If you don’t you may look like a fool,
I much rather be with sun in a pool,
Relaxing with no worries,
With hot high degrees,
Most importantly my mind at ease
Once
There once was a girl called patty.
She lived with red brick patto.
She never gave up,
so she had to do trucks.
that was the end of poor patty.
I don’t know how to write poetry
and I’m really hungry,
I’m sick of online school,
It makes me feel like a fool.
I don’t like English
because I can’t distinguish,
the difference between a poem and a bunch of words
I might as well be looking at a flock of birds.