I Haven’t Posted a Poem In a While…

I don’t really like posting my poetry, cause I don’t think it’s very good lol. But I wrote this for an assignment last year and I have a couple more. They didn’t turn out that bad, and I thought I’d share. If you want to see more of them, let me know. This poem may not make that much sense since it was for an assignment, but the background is as follows, so you have a general idea. A young soldier going to Vietnam; almost dies. That’s pretty much it. Enjoy! ❤

Walking down the valley,

Thinking of the homeland,

Wondering if I’ll make it back,

Me and my little band…

 

We came over here only to see,

The true horrors they didn’t tell;

We were proud and stood there tall,

There we were by the Liberty Bell.

 

We felt the impulse to come over,

Some with courage, some with fear,

Our mothers, sweethearts and sisters,

We all were scared, we all shed tears…

 

We were there wishing we were here,

Now we’re here wishing we were there…

 

The trees loom dark, I am hearing things,

My body bold, my heart grows cold,

I shiver inside; is this my last day?

 

My brothers-in-arms, they stand there,

An outward skin of bravado and heroism we show,

Inside we’re all quaking…anticipating that awful moment…

 

It must be over…I am lying there,

I see myself, bloody, torn and shook,

My buddy’s trying to revive me,

My will isn’t there…I am leaving.

 

You have the choice, to go or stay

The light grows nearer, it continues,

Very shortly your spirit will leave your body,

Make your choice!

 

My mind races as pictures flash through,

Home, girlfriend, buddies, ‘Nam, life.

The pain and grief were gone, but could I leave?

I could see my body growing cold…

 

I looked straight at the light and then at myself,

And then I knew an intense pain,

“Matt, he’s alive, s***, the old boy made it through!”

A Poem

I wrote this, but I’m not good at writing poetry so it’s not great! My inspiration was yesterday’s beautiful weather…sunny, warm, a light breeze, absolutely gorgeous for November.

The Fall

The leaves all fall,
But the trees stand tall,
Blow, wind, blow,
We won’t go with you.

The air turns brisk,
In the clouds white midst,
There brews a storm,
Though the sun’s still warm.

No matter what the season,
I always find a reason,
To love the sun,
Without which, nothing would be done.

Hot or cold,
White or gold,
The sun gives warmth,
And perpetual hope.

Hope for a new day,
Hope for a new year,
Hope that the next fall,
Won’t be long in coming.

        

Petrarch — Father of Humanism

Petrarch, born Francesco Pertrarca, was a Renaissance humanist who lived from 1304 to 1374. He once said,

God has given us our vast intellectual and creative potential to be used to their fullest.

Petrarch is most popularly known as the Father of Humanism and he is sometimes mentioned as the Father of the Renaissance.

Petrarch loved the ancient classics and from an early age he studied and read Cicero, instead of his law books. He wanted to bring back the ancient manuscripts, some of which had fallen into obscurity. Petrarch found several unknown documents from writers such as Cicero, Homer, Virgil and Seneca in monasteries. Continue reading