Tumbleweed
This is a story about a tumbleweed that took his way across New Orleans, only
To find he had left his scene……
Now his days are numbered,
What’s in-between,
he left his wife and child to beÂ
This aint no kind of life, no way lead…….
Liven life like a mountain stream,
Gentle and soft,
As mornen breaths
A river of tears, filled with dreams….
He’s taken his life
One stone at a time
Like a freight train… push’en on by
This aint no kind of place, that’s meant for me
I shatter an roll like a tumbleweed,
Im just a man that chose to be,
 a husband to a wife to a child I neeeever see…….
This story you here about this tumbleweed
There aint no goen back
No in-between
No rollen around you dam tumbleweed
Get on your feet
Be the man you could always be…..
Yes, your child is growen
While, livin is knowen
The pains of the past
Written in poems
This place was just not meant for me….
The story of the tumbleweed can keep on rollen
Ill Take the high plains, back to Oregon
Where my family is waiting there for.. me…..
Ill take this road like a tumbleweed
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I like your diction and tone that you used within this poem it really tied it altogether. It was a nice asset to the poem.Â
Thanks! I actually turned that poem into a song my guitar. I usually don't write in story format but it worked out alright. Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to you to! I've tried writing songs for friends and even for myself but they never work out. Must take talent. :)Â
Katelyn-its like anything i guess. practice makes perfect. started playing the guitar last summer. seems like every 2 or 3 months i get some pinnacle of frustration then a reprieve shortly follows, that is if i keep playing. been writing poetry since i was in middle school, but transforming poetry in song that i can harmonize is amazing. i read you poetry, i like it. how long have you been writing?
I've been writing since I was in middle school as well. I think that's when you start to feel emotions and can really piece together. My first poems were about God and church. Then I went onto question a lot of things now I'm a senior in high school and I'm really learning the art of it. Picking one concrete object and focusing on that to write about. A lot of teenage poetry is normally very cliche but I'm learning to stay away from that. I like your poem, it's to the point.Â
sounds like one of my favorites, Plath. have you rea much of Sylvia Plaths poetry? She wrote a novel as well called The Bel Jar. good book! What part of the world do you go to school at?
I've heard of her and her novel The Bell Jar, but I never read any of her poetry. I honestly haven't read much poetry at all but ones that I have to read in school. I only read Ted Kooser's poetry because one of my teacher's gave me his book to develop some of my poems one time when I was struggling with writers block. Other than that I remember reading Georgia Douglas Johnson, she was a writer in the Harlem Renaissance. My favorite poem by her is Your World. I live in the US.Â
i strongly recommend Plath. her writing can be a tad obscure and dark. her novel might give you some insight on how to view her poetry. Also, here is one of my favorite poems by a writer named W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
Thank you for the recommendation DustinÂ