Poetry that is relatable and just what the doctor ordered
Nostalgic Poems to Warm the Heart
It’s 3 AM conversations,
A pocket full of daisies,
Coffee grounds in a notebook,
And pictures on a string.
It’s a painful relationship
Spilled onto happy best friends
So they can vibe in the friendzone
Until one of them reflects.
It’s flip-flops in the bathroom
And sleeping in till 10
Just because it’s the weekend
And the problems wait untill Monday.
It’s laughter with friends,
Weird stories to tell later,
And bittersweet goodbyes
Until we see each other again.
There is a peace in talking with someone,
But not just someone,
As some someones just do not do,
But with a Child of God
Who answers in peace and understanding,
Who listens first as Christ commanded,
Who shares some insight to the problem,
Or who comforts by just being there.
These little beacons that God has set,
There among us, sometimes being us,
To shout the peace of God across our storms,
To intercede to the Father on our behalf,
To be the comfort through the Comforter to our soul.
So that even in the storm,
Those beacons point us to the Storm-silencer
Who wraps us in His arms
While we’re battered by the waves.
You hurt me.
My battered heart hangs
From the weapons of your words,
My tears dragging behind you
To start the concrete around my soul.
I will never let you in again.
I see no point in that.
Yet, I pray for you,
These tears line the pages
As I write notes to the Interceder
For He holds the hearts,
Each slimy and seeping in His hands.
Once, I hurt Him,
So He knows the pain of betrayal.
So my prayers are not empty,
So my tears are not selfishly fake.
And His love is teaching me
I can love past the pain.
When I was ten,
We moved again,
For what I thought
Was the last time.
I remember thinking:
We’re finally returning;
We’re going home!
I remember the trip.
But two years ago,
Came the news of another:
I lose my best friend
And home I’d made for years.
So I created a home,
Not just buildings
Nor dust mites this time,
We’re a family bound traditionally.
Yet that too fades,
And again I’m left
Homeless, broken,
Brainless, deadened.
I know life isn’t easy,
And we’re to be like Christ,
But I can’t help feeling that
This wasn’t what He meant.
Did He mean we’d be alone,
He says He’ll never leave;
So why is my heart cracking,
And my soul wanders the earth?
I can ask for all serenity,
To be floating on a cloud,
But God teaches peace
He doesn’t just give it in a second.
I can pray to live in my dreams,
Having my memories fill my waking,
But God has already taught me
All I can learn from those moments.
I can ask for all the answers,
My future told before its time,
But God knows I will not understand
If I can’t witness it for myself.
God uses experience and time
To teach me about His love,
As my heart is growing toward Him,
I find the answers to everything else.
I am sorry I had to stop writing,
But I have never stopped praying.
It might seem that I hate you,
But my heart still hurts with my affection.
You might think I have forgotten you,
But you haunt my dreams and messages.
I have the notes from when we met.
They seemed like simpler times,
Naivety does that to a person.
You always deserved so much more,
Losing me might have been a blessing
I wish I truly knew.
I hope you’re okay now.
How quickly goes three years!
Are memories really tears?
If I caught them in a vial,
Would the histories make me smile?
Do the heartbeats start the rhythm
While the tears starburst the prism;
While their whispers sing the lullabye;
While my hands are clicking goodbye?
And that simple little trash can
Makes my inbox be spick and span.
I sip the cider you handed me
After we both dug out my car,
A little bit early to make sure we had enough time,
While the snow peetered out around us.
You insisted you help me;
You insisted I have something warm to drink;
You insisted I go back inside cause I’m sick.
I’ve been an adult for a while now,
But I know it’s wise to give you this,
This little bit of time when you’re “Mommy” again,
Just like when I was little,
In a time when I didn’t have to go to work soon,
Back when being a princess was my job
Or saving the galaxy with my lightsaber
Or both because I wanted everything at once.
I stare at you now,
Also sipping at your hot cocoa,
And understand this is how you love.
I cuddle into my book,
The rain reminding me of Spring,
The air smelling of Autumn,
The cold biting of Winter,
The book bringing memories of summer.
In my home, I am safe.
No snow-drifts float around me now,
But the world holds its breath
And the weatherman predicts
Wednesday brings the uniquities,
The flurry flowers that float to the earth.
If my cries were your rainstorm,
Would you then see my tears?
If my heart was your thunder,
Would you then hear my voice?
If my hurt was your lightning,
Would you feel my pain?
If my freedom was the wind,
Would you notice the clouds stay put?
If my smile was your sunshine,
Would you notice that it’s gone?
Prescriptive Poetry 