Morning sun having fun with the horizon
Stars still shine at he top of sky,
while the clouds get set on fire
The trees look black standing in each other shadows
Making the sun seem even brighter
As they border the universe’s artwork
Some days the clouds are too thick
and might you forget, just how beautiful life can get
Just know one thing for certain, And that’s the sun will come up again
I have to thank the WordPress community for giving my poetry a safe home. Recently went through a writing drout.
I didn’t know why my Pen went dry, till I started reading my old poems. One written in the 9th grade almost brought me to my knees…. I reached for my Pen instead
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Written by Destiny Bergeron
In my absence
My heart grew fonder
Like they said it would
My pen develop dust
But it never dulled
It just
waited in silence
As I morned the loss of a good friend
Knowing there are no words
to bring them back again
Didn’t stop me from from trying
Everytime my pen touch the page
I thought of him
Repeating the same
half written rhymes
till I just couldn’t write
“Pain is a thing that lessons over time
And as the pages of life fly by
We learn wrong from right
And how to say goodbye”
I wrote those lines in the nineth grade
Fourteen years old..
You were my friend longer
than I was alive at time
What did I know about goodbye?
Those words written long ago
Were so true they hurt
That pain was me letting go
without out even thinking about it
I reached for my pen
Step out of the darkness
Into the brightness of a blank page
The light reveals my battle scars
across my heart
I wear them like a badge of honor
With my pen as my sword
I am never alone
these words are my home
The Worded Warrior has returned
Written by Destiny Bergeron
Have you seen it?
I swear!
it was just right here…
It’s just words,
in nicely arranged sentences
but it’s mine…
I wrote a couple of lines
Then was rudely interrupted
by life
Now I can’t remember
a single word,
not one rhyme
I searched under my mattress
And in all my pockets
I swear I checked everywhere
It can’t just disappear
It’s a poem it can’t just
grow legs and walk away
It’s a piece of paper
My Mom would say
the saint Joseph prayer~
And tell me not to fear~
Well, please!!! look around, look around
cause this poem is nowhere
to be found
I turned my whole house
upside down
Attempting to find the whereabouts
Of those words I jotted down~
And all I have is
a big mess to pick up now
Written In memory of
Shel Silverstein
He taught me poetry can be funny
Shel died May 10 1999
His words live on forever
Written by Destiny Bergeron
Cautious with my thoughts often
Every changing like the rules of engagement
holding my sorrows
Shedding my tomorrows
Like a beast in the summer
I am a war torn soldier
Stationed on the front lines
of good and evil
With my pen as my sword
I pick them apart word by word
Verbs use to destroy
whoever comes forth
Metaphors like arrows
fly high over your head
than rip through your flesh
till you have nothing left
I am savage by habit
Constant forward motion
Like im in locomotion
So approach like your life
Is sacred
you are only an enemy
If you choose to be
my heart is their territory
I started working with stones
I used to have boxes and boxes of poems
Now I have boxes and boxes of rocks
Just like writing I have so many ideas
The way I can shape and blend them together
All the different beautiful things I could make
only poetry has given me this feeling before
And I know it’s something to cherish
It’s messy and dusty it seems impossible sometimes
Just like trying to find the right words
Don’t tell my other poems…this one is my favorite
Written by Destiny Bergeron
We are powerful beings
The energy inside one person
Is said to be equivalent
to a small nuclear explosion
Only difference is
we let it go gradually
Instead of all at once
I believe this is a beautiful thing
We choose to explode
at random moments
in various fashions of love
That leads us
To the person we become
Look to yourself for strength
You were built with the stars
And you are powerful
Strong enough to
destroy your own world
Or hold it all together
The choice is yours
Insight..don’t tell my other poems this ones my favorite!!! We all need a little reminder of just how amazing we are
Written by Destiny Bergeron
They say in the early stages
The Earth was a fireball of lava.
Spinning 200x faster
Completely inhabitable
Until a dwarf planet Named Thia
Smashed into the top of the Earth
The impact almost stopped the planet
We would have turned to stone
But Earth survived
Becoming stronger
With every meteor strike
Absorbing all the ingredients
the solar system had to offer
Creating a universe of life
The first were sponge-like
organisms
That thrived on
photosynthesis
Now we are intelligent beings
Capable of everything
From love to devastation
We are a blink in the Earths existence
it has experienced
So much more than
we can comprehend
Who knows if we’ll ever get
the chance again
I know I’m not scared for our planet
I’m scared of what happens
When our planet
decides to make it right again
If we’re the problem
Than We have no chance
Our world will come to an end
Life will continue without us
Like it always has before us
We are not the end or the beginning
We are just human
We have to right our wrongs
Before the choice is no longer ours
Written by Destiny Bergeron
I can’t say its something
I had to master or practice
The ability to control words
contort and twist them to my flow
has always been my special power
Some would call it a gift
Although I don’t recall receiving it
I say it’s my hideaway
I’ve been inside these lil blue lines So many times it’s like
The only place I feel alive
The rhythm of my mind
heart and soul. Bumps so hard I can only hear
the beat of my pen
My hands cramp as my letters.
start to cram together
I’m gonna have fun trying to decipher
This labyrinth of words.
Scribbles of my soul
Lead to places I’ve never been before
Then right back to the beginning
I’m lost in my lil blue lines again
Guided only by
The glide of my pen
Searching for a reason
to my rhymes
Wondering why
these words bounce around
In the back of my mind
Clouding up till they build up enough to let go
Sometimes they just trickle
Other times they storm down with, such force
I’m helpless to the flow
Is it a blessing?
or am I cursed?
Am I a victim?
or a maestro?
Do I control this like an artist
or does it control me like an addict
If you were able to take
every rhyme I ever wrote
and lay down like a roadI wonder where it would go.
Where ever it leads I will follow The these lil blue lines forever
Written by Destiny Bergeron
She picks up my notebook~
And opens to an unknown page in my heart~
looks up with those magnetic brown eyes and ask~
which one is about me?
I just laugh, shake my head and say~
which one isn’t~
her eyes get really big~
as she fans through 350 pages~
she says you’re kidding~
I close the notebook and warn her~
you might not like it~
I don’t say much~
I try to show my love~
by the actions I make~
Just saying it is cliche~
I must make my feelings for you tangible in some way~
whether it’s a kiss, my sincerity or in a bunch of nicely arranged sentences~
the energy created when we are connected~
is the blood of poetry~
Combined with our star-crossed faith~
how we drift apart and together again~
against life’s wind~
no poet could resist~
writing about it~
So go ahead keep reading~
And you’ll see~
how you feed~
the Shakespeare in me~
Make me strive to be a better me~
You break my heart when you leave~
You’ll see my insecurities~
the fear of you realizing you’re so much better than me~
That you might find someone who more evenly matches your astonishing beauty~
You’ll see, How I hide these fears, In fear that you’ll think less of me~
The words I never say~
In respect of our love~
I put my fears on a page~
instead of questioning our trust right to your face~
It’s not your fault they are my insecurities~
They stay in my notebook where no one else can see~
Written By Destiny Bergeron
As the sun rises
i say goodnight
My restless mind
Stirs my pen
Bewitched by the night
The sun taunting me
As it peeks through
The treeline
My eyes watery and puffy
But my mind just keeps
Rambling
I look at the words
That wouldn’t be legdibale
If I wasn’t the author
Letters blur together
like those paintings
that look a mess up close
When you step back
its beauty shows
Scribbles of myself
A (Monet Impression of words)
Worded Warrior 