Cup of Tea Poetry

  The sun sets and the moon fades yet the stars are still shining The fighting stops and the mood fades But the tears are still flowing The Shadows beneath make the shapes of a lonely heart I’m moving slowly through what I assume to be the dark Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders Copyright 2010

Ode to My Former Pal Were we ever really friends? Because it is so easy for you to cast me off Lay me aside while convenience isn’t available to you at the moment I may be sensitive But it hurt And the fact that I know you are aware of it, while nonchalant Proves my previous sentiment to be true You were never really my friend. Sure we’ve had some laughs And we’ve come to each other’s aid But you’ve never seen me as really relevant. No! I never really mattered The same thing I listened to you complain about in others I see right now in you I apologize for thinking it was sincere Please know I will not make that mistake again Because I’m not a fair weather friend Sure I’ve had my moments But I’ve always been just But you You don’t get it And you say I have a lot to learn You may think this is amplified But I am justified in getting this off my chest so I can move on And get over it I can let it go See I can still be cord

Poetry, God and Me You have been there with me To tell me How I feel exactly, When my thoughts get chaotic My words become melodic And I feel at peace When I’ve had my release Of words God gave you to me My own personal gift from thee Its been a constant thing Ritual expressions of feelings Its my own cosmic escape My only way to relate To me My own personal gift from thee Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders 2010 ©

Poetry I am good at this one thing. I can convey what I want to say. I can shape and make and mold my thoughts. I can fit and craft my words. I know how to form my stanzas. There is a lot I am not good at A lot that I can not do or say, But I am good at this one thing No on can take it away. I am sure this is a gift. I am sure this can touch lives. I know I am supposed to do something with it. I just haven’t figured out what and how. But I know I can…I am sure of this one thing That I am good at this one thing And no one can take it away. Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders 2010 ©

Why are you so hard? Why are you toying with me? You see how hard I am trying? But You are making it difficult!!! It should be so easy but you are making mountains out of mole hills!!! I am trying! NO you aren’t I am working hard! Hardly I’m struggling! Excuses I am beginning to hate you!! So You hate me too!! No Hey you the unobtainable you!!! WHAT??? Why are you testing me??? Why are you testing yourself? Just give me what I want!!!! Go get it yourself Hey you, the unobtainable you!!!!! what??? i can’t do this anymore!!!!!!! Yes you can But I’m trying!!! Are you really? Well… Hmmm? I guess not Am I so hard? I guess not Then just do it But Stop…Just do it Okay Now…who am I ’? You are you the OBTAINABLE you!!!!!!!!!! EXACTLY!!! Written By Melinda Sanders Copyright 2010

Poetic Cadence I’m free to fly with words… With thoughts Perceptions Feelings Free to explore… Fantasies Failures The unknown Free to discover… What drives me What guides me Free to become… Whom ever And what ever My creative and imaginative objectivity Can conjure up I’m free to soar above the Mediocrity of the same And mirror the true Sentiment of the inside of me Unbalanced Unstable But natural Yet so humane A complex simplicity In the rarest form  Written By Melinda Sanders Copyright 2010