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Artifact Poems
A Picture with Pops
I use to have you in a frame
Almost like a photo
But seeing that brings sudden pain
My heart suddenly grows cold
So I chose to throw you away
Not in a sense that you're trash
But keeping you around slowly broke me down
So to focus
I hid you in the top dresser the one that holds no value
Like a childhood toy shelved and long forgotten
You stayed there collecting dust but for what reason
Because I let this image of you bring up you leaving
I forgot who you were
To let the bad overwhelm the good
Was far from me
This photo a main factor
In my struggle something I simply hated
So I believed because of you my stature received these changes
I forgot who you were
I remember now
How you pushed me to succeed like a father would
You helped me told me I could
When I strayed away from my true path
You help put me back on track
So instead of remembering the bad
I'll remember just that
I need to remember
No bars will hold you
You can freely roam
A home far from home
These memories I hold on to
You helped me grow oh so bold
Cause when days are cold and feverish
That photo I hold it rids the cold
And I know for certain you're seeing this
A woeful road won't change my tone
So instead of just hating
This image I hid gracefully
I'll hang you up again
And use you as a means of motivation
A Father Figure
A Mere Image
Just an ordinary morning
Same routine which is Boring
I get up brush my teeth and think what’s the point
I do the same thing everyday
Learn the same thing everyday
Same routine different day
I look at the picture posted upon the wall
And can’t help but feel appalled
Realising I don’t do this Cause I have to
I do it cause i feel obliged.
I look at this picture and feel as though I need to pass
Like dedicating my grades to my mom and dad
Because they help me strive each day and each night
Even when life is filled with strife
This picture of mine I keep hung in my mind
Helps rid me of this plight
In dire times
This pic of mine
Sheds light on the days
I wish to decay
You motivate me
You inspire me
You guys the entire team
Keep me going keep me living
All that displayed through a mere image.
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What do others think of me
When they look at the first born
The figure for leading the others
A son in which has a soft but impenetrable heart
What can I do to change the image they see
Am I the oldest
The depended one
A hope in their dreams
Expectation
Or a mystery they have no time solving.
Why do I have to be blamed for things
Taking the shame and pain no one else has to
Why am I creating a life that's makes it easier for the younger siblings
Why am I separated from the rest.
Do I have a say in my actions
A say that I want to change things
A say to others thoughts
The life I was given for free
The exaggerated truth
I believe I am one in a mill
One others don’t see enough
Someone people need in their life
A pillar of support
Am I the one others see as a nuisance
Can I turn these thoughts around
Do I have the willpower to better the things I want
Is it something I want to change
What I chose to do better is moving forward.
The Definition
Family is what you comeback to
They are their always
Not for a day
Not for a week
But forever
Family ties are special things
They are woven ties through the years
It is something deep
Family isn’t always gonna be blood
But people in life who want you in theirs.
Family is the circle of life
And the circle of love
Because they always care
And they will never stop,
It's something you are able to keep
The FAM
Their on your hurt days
And the days you push them away
They still their waiting
TIll you come home happy or cold and shaking
I belong to a family
A group of great people
Pieces of me I’m afraid to lose from life
The only people I can’t use words for
Emotions come from here
Love in my family is something deep
My mind makes stories and memories
I will treasure and keep
They teach me
They create me
They worry me
This is my family
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Chain
My boxing chain does not mean I box,
It’s a symbol that I carry with me,
Everyday and every night,
The glove around my neck is not a sport,
Never have I taken it off,
Gives me confidence and motivation,
Tell myself to keep going,
Never let the weakness show,
A birthday gift from my grandpa,
Was given to me because of my family nickname,
Champ is for champion right,
Champ the nickname I was given,
My grandpa call me that because of Muhammad,
Ali the boxer also the champ,
Makes sense,
The gloves will stay on
Am to Pm
Wake up the chain is around my neck,
Go to sleep the chain is around my neck,
Eat the chain is around my neck,
Drink the chain is around my neck,
One small object gives me confidence,
One little object provides me with guidance,
Reminds me to strive until I reach the top,
Reminds me to stay grounded,
Symbol of strength and being humble,
My grandpops gift matches my qualities,
But it does not match my hobbies,
Matches who I am,
Never has is let me down,
Since 9th grade has stayed around my neck,
So the truth is,
This is more than just a chain
ALI
Why is the chain a boxing glove,
What does the chain represent,
Do you box,
What gym you go to,
Questions that are asked constantly,
Give them a simple answer,
The chain was a gift,
No time to explain it all,
Muhammad Ali is behind this chain,
The champ of boxing,
The king of boxing,
One of the greatest a legend,
My nickname is champ in my family,
That's what the chain represents,
My qualities and my path,
To be the greatest at anything I do