Introduction
(I highly recommend you read this)
All of the following poems, and one rap (haha) were written by myself, Andy Schloemer. After the title of each poem is a description of what inspired me to write that particular poem. Also, the song playing is Waking Up by Graham Colton. Thanks for coming to the site, and I hope you enjoy the poems. Maybe even take something from them with you. Enjoy.
A Friend in the Dark - This poem is dedicated to all my friends who have been there for me in a rough period of time. And you are numerous, thanks guys.
Do you ever get that uneasy feeling,
When the ones you love strand you?
You lie in bed, and stare at the ceiling,
Thinking about the friends you thought you knew.
Everything it seems, is so unfair,
And nothing seems to go right.
It gets to a point you just can’t bear,
You start to lose your sleep at night.
Everyone seems to be against you,
And no matter how hard you try.
They all proceed to continue,
And your insides slowly die.
And for what does all of this occur?
Is there any reason at all?
Your life gradually withers to a blur,
And away from this mess, you try to crawl.
Yet in the midst of all this craziness,
There is a sliver of light.
It shines a path though the haziness,
And the end of all this is in sight.
A Life Lost - This poem was inspired by a mistake I thought that I had made. I thought that I had done something to lose one of my best-friends forever. It turns out I, ultimately, did not, but this poem greatly illustrates the distress I felt.
Just when you start to believe,
That your night can’t be any better,
It all just gets up to leave,
Leaves you feeling under the weather.
You think in your mind,
Muddled in disarray,
No choice but to be confined,
In an unreal place, far away.
Wake up you sorry soul,
It’s your fault, this confusion.
Is your life careening out-of-control?
Or is it just an illusion?
You’re a lousy excuse,
For a waste of human life.
A life filled with self-hatred and abuse,
Placidity transformed into strife.
If life is just a game,
And I, just a pawn,
Will it still be the same?
If I am withdrawn?
Blind - This is the product of a day of stress and strain I, as well as a few other people had to endure because of someone's utter stupidity. No, we don't have to feel this strain, but as best-friends of the recipient of the unfairness, we were there to help. And that, I'll tell you, isn't as easy as you may think.
Don’t start with me,
Just open your eyes,
Don’t you see what I see?
Or is this all a disguise?
Things could be great,
If you only had a brain.
But your actions make me so irate,
And cause me so much strain.
I just hope you understand,
The seriousness of this.
People like that, you don’t just strand.
But I guess that’s a fact you simply missed.
I shouldn’t have to sit here,
Because of what you’ve done.
If you think that things will just reappear,
Your problems, my friend, have just begun.
Bored - I was very bored when I wrote this poem. Hence the name of the title? Can you relate to this at all?
Sitting alone,
With nothing to do,
Everyone is busy,
But not with you.
You tap your fingers on the table,
Watching re-runs on the tube.
But you’re just not able,
To find something to do.
The phone begins to ring,
And your hopes rise,
But it’s a telemarketer again,
And across the room the receiver flies.
There has to be something, you wonder,
Think think think…
Then you realize you’ve again blundered,
And into your chair you sink.
Your eyes are getting heavy,
It’s getting quite late,
To do something you are ready,
But until tomorrow you’ll have to wait.
Crimson Brilliance - This was a poem I wrote about my friend Mal. It's an extended metaphor, comparing her "radiant beauty and love" to the beauty of a sunrise. One of my favorites.
A perfect face,
Blushing with beauty.
The warmth does embrace,
To fulfill her duty.
The magnificent gaze,
Relaxing you.
The glorious blaze,
Enlightening the view.
But when she disappears,
The cold, dark sets in again.
Filled with worries and fears,
Driving you insane.
But when she arrives,
Everything becomes still.
Unknowingly touching countless lives.
With that one unique skill.
Seeing you to start off everyday,
Your love reflected in the morning dew.
I could in no way manage to repay,
And for all of this, I thank you.
Deaf - This was... well I really don't want to type about it right now...
Why do you believe,
That you know everything?
It’s not hard for me to conceive,
That you really know nothing.
Put yourself in my shoes,
And take a little stroll.
You’ll find it’s certain that I lose,
Because you’re out-of-control.
But even after doing so,
I’m sure again you’ll just ignore,
The way that you force things to flow,
But you have no idea just what’s in store.
And so we fall,
The stalemate is reached,
We’ve come to a wall,
That cannot be breached.
Once it’s all done,
Things will hopefully reach the peak.
But right now you’ve just begun,
To making things more bleak.
Demented - A poem about a picture of Hitler.
This insane entity,
Not fit to be called a man.
Erasing the identity,
Of anyone he can.
If this is what you call nobility,
Then surely you cannot think at your willing.
What happened to the humility,
That showed you the evil in killing.
This cult, this craze,
Is so utterly demented.
Never once have I been so amazed.
Couldn’t it have been prevented?
Futility - A poem in response to a picture of a woman from the Holocaust weeping over her deceased son.
What was the explanation,
For all this dismay?
Innocents sit in trepidation,
Wondering if this will be their last day.
How horrible it must have been,
To not be capable of aid.
To sit, hopeless, again and again.
A first hand witness of the agony made.
All this confrontation,
All this hostility.
Not a hint of salvation,
Only seemingly endless futility.
Heroes - This was a poem I wrote to Vice Admiral Timothy Keating. Obviously from the title, you can see that the reason I wrote this poem to him was to thank him for being a hero, although he may not realize that he is. And this poem goes to all those serving in the armed forces, or any law enforcement. Those who protect us are heroes, and it's a great thing.
Heroes are those,
Whom we hold dear.
The ones who expose,
The meaning of why we’re here.
By overcoming the bumps,
That life throws in our trail,
You are there to trump,
And help us to prevail.
Did you know,
How far your actions go?
So I just want you to know,
That I thank you so much for being a hero.
Insomnia - This poem was inspired by Justin McDaniel. He is in my religion class, and he is quite the dormant fellow. As you may very well know, Insomnia is a disease that keeps you from falling asleep. Justin, however, is the complete contrast of that, hence why we have dubbed him with that name. I hope you enjoy this as much as I have.
What is this observable fact,
Where you just cannot sleep?
You’re so tired you cannot react,
And instead of walking, around you creep.
Despite your diligence to stay awake,
Into the strain you concede.
Your hardiness is forced to break,
And my message, I suggest you heed.
Just go to bed!
I mean, what sense does it make?
I know which one I’d rather do instead,
Between falling asleep, and staying awake.
It’s obvious that I’d rather be snoozing,
Than to be bloodshot in the eyes.
But I do, find it quite amusing,
To know that in the morning, you never arise.
Just Right - This one is dedicated to all my friends. You guys are the best, and even this poem doesn't do justice for all you've done, and continue to do.
You’re the inspiration,
For why I keep living,
But there’s still no explanation,
That can describe the extent of your giving.
The love you share with me,
And the events of every day,
Make it not hard for me to see,
That without you, my life would stray.
It’s so unbelievably amazing,
All the things that you do.
And I really should be praising,
Every single one of you.
You’re there as a helping hand,
Or a shoulder to lean on,
Someone who’s with me to help me stand,
When everyone else has long since gone.
Somehow you never fail,
To make everything all right,
You’ll always help me to always prevail,
And I thank you so much, for being just right.
Life Is A Roller Coaster Ride - A poem written, well you guess... yep, about how life is a roller coaster ride. Imagine that!
Life is a roller coaster ride,
Filled with highs and lows,
But ours have no tracks to guide,
Just where the coaster goes.
Around each turn,
You don’t know what’s coming next.
But over time you learn,
At certain points what to expect.
Since no two rides an equal match,
We must always keep in mind.
Not to neglect our friends’ paths,
Because life is a roller coaster ride.
Life Without You - This poem was written to Kay, about how I never want to be without her.
I love you,
And I just cannot foresee,
When this fear will become true,
Because “you” is just not complete without “me”.
Why is life this way?
It happens over and over again.
It builds you up, and then takes them away.
It’s something I just cannot explain.
However, there is one thing I can clarify,
I’ll try the best I know how.
I can’t imagine being apart, you and I.
I wish to be with you as long as time will allow.
I don’t want it to be done,
I don’t want to see you slip away,
Just like the sun,
Setting at the end of the day.
Please stay with me here,
Because I want you to know,
That I love you so much dear,
To just watch you off and go.
Love? - This was a poem I wrote to Lisa... It's about how I felt being caught between the overflowing joy of loving her, and the overwhelming sadness of feeling I don't deserve her.
I love you,
I really do.
Even though it is so hard,
For me to get that message through.
I’m no knight in shining armor,
With my trusty, valiant steed.
And I may not be the charmer,
Whom I think that you need.
Isn’t love meant to be happy?
If so, then why do I feel this way?
To be so unhappy,
And sit here in dismay.
I hope it doesn’t appear,
The way I don’t intend it to.
But I can only sit and fear,
That that’s what I’ve shown to you.
I love you,
And please realize,
That there’s nothing that compares to,
Looking, smiling, at your beautiful eyes.
My Best-Friend - A poem writting about my friend Kay, and this too is yet another self-explanatory poem by looking at the title. I love her.
You are my best-friend,
We both know it’s true.
I’ll love you until the end,
Although I don’t deserve you.
You’re always here for me,
Every night and day.
Without you, I don’t know where I’d be,
Because you help keep the thoughts away.
You’re all that I’ve ever dreamed could be,
But at the same time you’re more.
You mean more than the world to me,
Because you’re more than I could ever wish for.
I could never thank you enough,
For everything you do.
You make this world so much less tough,
I love you.
Scarlet Skies - A poem written about a picture that someone described for me. You can picture it for yourself.
The scarlet skies beyond,
As though in a different world.
With other colors in a bond,
In front of you they are unfurled.
A sense of something observing you,
What could it be?
So conveniently out of view,
Creating a mystery.
You forget about that for an instant,
And again take in the scene.
You notice a tree, very distant,
But there are no other trees to be seen.
You speculate the cause,
For there being only one to remain.
In the others, were there flaws?
Not allowing them to endure the same strain?
The reality tries to sink in.
Unmasking the disguise,
Of your place within,
The beautiful, scarlet skies.
Song A (Jewish Remix) - A rap I wrote for Christology. I had do write a paper on Judaism, and well... I did this instead, and I rapped it in front of the class with the background music being "played" by Jared, Vi, Keeran, Stephanie, and Katie. Haha.
People in Jesus’ day married early in life,
A young Jewish boy got a young Jewish wife.
Parents always made the wedding arrangements,
The year before the marriage was their time of engagement.
The couple became acquainted in this preparation year,
So they could at least be friends as the wedding came near.
The husband was the head of the family,
All his sons and daughters were his property.
Committing adultery was a serious offense,
The stoning that followed was rather intense.
This doesn’t mean, that the man is now alone,
He could very well have another wife at home.
Sometimes men had two wives, or three,
This practice is called Polygamy.
Society had its social classes,
One thing that hasn’t changed as time passes.
Jews had slaves and it was permissible,
The Law of Moses allowed it if they treated their slaves well.
After 7 years the slaves were liberated,
So the Jews weren’t people that the slaves hated.
The people who were hated were the lepers and the poor,
But there was still one group that was hated more.
The Samaritans were disliked by every Jew,
To like a Samaritan was considered taboo.
The Little Things - This is a poem I wrote about how I was helped out one night by a friend of mine (Fran). And because of this, I owe her big time, I don't know where I'd be without her being there that day.
Sometimes it’s that little thing,
That someone says to you,
That just makes your heart sing,
And helps you make it through.
It’s sad that we sometimes plummet,
To this level of despair.
But that person helps you reach the summit,
Just by reassuring you that they’re there.
Some say that words are not that strong,
But I say they are wrong.
There’s nothing more powerful than,
I love you, I’m here, Confide in me, you can.
To all those who have helped me,
I can say thank you enough.
I owe you eternally,
Because you made things so much less rough.
Just like a graceful bird,
You swoop in and save the night.
With a comforting word,
You take off, away, in your beautiful flight.
The Pain I Feel - Yet another poem inspired by that dreadful night. Yeah, it's three, count 'em, three poems inspired by that event.
The pain I feel,
Was it all caused by me?
The pain I feel,
Can you not see?
That the pain I feel,
Is something steady.
While so surreal,
Yet on my heart so heavy.
Like a pin prick,
Right through the heart.
It’s makes me sick,
To see us apart.
My fire of love, dampened with despair,
No longer burning bright.
Just like a flare,
Extinguished during the night.
The Race - This is a poem I wrote because... I think I just felt like writing one. Life is a race.
Some people say,
Slow and steady wins the race.
But I feel the contrary,
Doesn’t the rabbit push the pace?
Breaks are desired,
But we must take heed.
Because endurance is required,
To stay in the lead.
If we start to slack,
We must keep in mind.
It’s harder to get back,
While coming from far behind.
It seems this is the way things are,
With everything in this world.
It’s just so demanding and hard,
Filled with turmoil.
Despite all this,
We must go on.
We have to finish,
Knowing we’ve won.
What is Poetry? - This poem is one I helped someone write once. It's not too shabby.
What is poetry?
To you and I?
The words flow slowly,
By and by.
Riddles and stories,
Of knights and their steed,
Fame, fortune, and glory,
Of theirs you read.
As the end of the rhyme,
Draws quickly to a close.
Sand falling, ticking away time,
And continuing on, our own story goes.
Your Eyes - This was inspired by an event that well... basically it woke me up. The feelings are included and implied throughout.
It is truly unreal,
When I look into your eyes.
The happiness I gladly feel,
Inside my heart, the butterflies.
You make things seem,
Like no one else could.
You make my insides gleam,
You make everything good.
The things you say,
The things you do,
Can in no way,
Compare to the way I love you.
This heavenly feeling on earth,
This dream, so surreal.
Immeasurable is the amount of mirth,
Included in the way you make me feel.
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