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(for alison, i think you can tell why)
Allow me to take you back to the magical realm of 1999. I'm in Grade 11, in Mr. Gravelle's class, and our class was a guinea pig for a poetry unit in English. I wrote most of these for a girl I liked (and had liked for quite a long time), but never really did anything about until the next year. Unfortunately, I really didn't put all of my heart and soul into this one, and it didn't turn out all that well. I had never liked poetry and didn't enjoy writing this anthology, and I didn't think I'd ever have to see it again.
And just to clear up what's under the title, it's just the dedication page, I never really thought of putting it up there before.
Oh, on one other note, you'll notice I titled all of these (except for the haikus). If you look at my other pages, you'll notice that I title very few of my poems anymore.
Glance
A glance over the shoulder
A look to the left
Enough to make one
fall in love.
* * *
Every feature,
caught in the wink of an eye.
A glimpse
an eternity.
* * *
A turn of the head,
an instant of sight.
A lightning-fast glance,
enough to last forever.
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Fear
Fear is red,
primal,
painful.
* * *
Fear is uninhibited,
wide spread,
whole body.
* * *
Fear is unquenchable,
powerful,
unstoppable.
* * *
Fear is inside,
outside,
all sides.
* * *
Fear is emotion
Fear is unadulterated
Fear is fear
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Her...
This is the first poem that I ever wrote! You're going way back in time with this one, believe that!
...eyes, deeper than any ocean
...hair, purest of gold
...lips, soft as a fallen petal
...face, perfection
...kiss, a gift to treasure
...heart, my only aspiration
© April 18, 1999 Mike Fish
These were four last minute little haikus I did up. They counted as poems, and it was about 1 AM, so I didn't want to think very hard.
Her eyes are like lakes
As deep as any ocean
I come to their call
Her hair is spun gold
Shining like rays of sunlight
It lights my heart, too
Her face - perfection
Beauty in its truest sense
Truly a goddess
She cries, I cry too
Her heart pains, I long for her
I want to be hers
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Memorable
She sits
Posed
She gazes forward,
toward a future
undetermined.
* * *
She wears a smile,
touching her eyes,
lighting a room.
* * *
Black and white photo,
Full-colour beauty.
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Sentenced To A Gaze
An outsider to her world,
Wish I were a part,
The chances are slim,
Still, I long for her heart.
* * *
Escape should come soon,
Freedom is near,
What if I’m met with failure?
My one personal fear.
* * *
Over the wall,
The tension is a haze,
I meet with success,
Not enough hours in the days.
© April 28, 1999 Mike Fish
Walking
She walks with her head held high,
wind tugs at her hair,
it flows beautifully behind her,
a wave of gold.
* * *
She holds a hand to her face,
gently touching her cheek,
She keeps it there a moment,
instantly becoming a goddess.
* * *
She turns her head,
looking to an unknown object.
She smiles warmly,
washing away the day's cold.
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Wonderment
The fact that no one really knows me that well dominates my writing quite a bit. There's a poem in the second anthology like this one.
I am an unknown,
a complete mystery.
* * *
I am seen from the outside,
no one sees me inside.
* * *
I am hidden,
personal,
inwardly.
* * *
Outside,
I maintain cheer
Inside,
I long for her
© June 15, 1999 Mike Fish
Anthology #1
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Anthology #2
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Anthology #3
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Everything Else
End of 2001
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An Unpoetic 2002
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2003
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Webrings
