#poems – Anne Caitlin

Poetry: Laughter

The poetry of laughter…

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my simple poems, “Laughter.” I wanted to describe as many kinds of laughter as I could. If you can think of other kinds of laughter, or have any critiques on the poem, please let me know in the comments below!

There is a kind of glee,
That makes one slap the knee,
Rolling around soundlessly,
Tears outpouring from the eyes.

A kind that rolls around the seas,
And leaps into the playground leaves,
And slips amid the shifting sands,
And dashes with the dancing rain.

A kind that's like a bellow forge,
Blazing fire deep within,
And catches fire in other souls,
And for a while uplifts hearts.

A kind that mimics hyenas,
Skipping around so gleefully;
Embarrassingly filling cantinas,
Yet when children do it sounds so silly.

A kind that sings so quietly
Inside the soul quite willingly,
Only showing in a small smile,
Shining forth under firelight.

A kind that echoes chillingly
And fills its foes so fearfully;
Filling their backbones up with ice,
Gripping their heart with cold black fear.

There's a kind that jeers in the ears
And laughs at other's sorry plight.
At their expense they laugh,
Pointing fingers meanly.

A kind that's pointless, meaningless;
It is used only to agree,
To gain approval and allies.
"Just smile and nod," that's what they say.

Then an awkward, halting laughter,
When you don't know how to respond,
Or when you say a joke but then
No one hears or finds it funny.

Then a kind so welcoming,
It invites all people in;
They calm right down and want to stay,
And by the warm hearth always lay.

What do you think is the most interesting kind of or thing about laughter? Did I get all (if not most) of the kinds of laughter you know of?

Thank you for reading! Have an awesome week and God bless!

-Anne B. Caitlin

Poetry: When Sorrows Come

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “When Sorrows Come”. Enjoy!

“When storms arise and fears dismay,
He then is all my hope and stay”

When sorrows come,
God’s light does not disappear;
It does not hide,
His light is still shining clear.

Why do you think
That the sun no longer shines,
When storms arise
And obstruct our mortal eyes?

The sun’s still there,
Still burning just as bright;
It is not quenched
By water damming its sight.

When Satan sends a cloud,
To bar and hide the Way,
God lets it rain and pour
To test and grow our faith.

Don’t let Satan fool you,
Don’t let him drown with doubt;
He tries to bring you down
And waits to knock you out.

Put on the shield of faith,
Wear the armor of God.
Reach up high past the night
And fly into His light.
Anne B. Caitlin

I always liked the imagery that inspired this poem: that clouds are the sorrow that block out the sun, but all you have to do is fly above the clouds and enter a world of fluffy white clouds and bright, clear sunshine. It doesn’t claim that the clouds aren’t there; rather, it sees the beauty in and above the clouds, and recognizes the eternal presence of the sun.

What do you think? Do you have any critiques or tips for the poem? What was your favorite part (if you had one)?

Have a great week and God bless!

-Anne

Poetry: Mechanical Heart

“Mechanical Heart” by Anne Bree Caitlin. What is this poem about?

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my own poems, “Mechanical Heart”. I bet you can guess what this poem is about! Share your “guess” in the comments below. 😉

Enjoy!

Metal fingers weaving through
A copper metal mind,
Tiny leaves, electric nerves
Zipping through a wire spine.

Little houses, tiny roads,
Pathways to a program
Every cord bearing a load,
Every wire in its place.

Grey dwellings, living orders,
Plotted on a green field.
Zeroes, ones, telling errors,
Off, on, levers of thought.

A drum beat,
Rising heat,
Cheering fans,
Cooling off.

Gentle whirring,
Lightning brain.
Metal burning,
But no pain.

A body with no legs,
A mind with no grey matter;
Compartments for JPEGs,
A housed mechanical heart.

What do you think this poem is about? Did you like it? Do you have any critiques or tips for this poem? Comment below! 🙂

Have a great week! Keep on writing!

-Anne

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

Hola, Reader!

Here is another one of my favorite poems. It is, as you can tell by the title, “The Road Not Taken”, by Robert Frost. Enjoy!

 Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— 
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

What did you think? Who is your favorite, and what is your favorite poem? Have you read poems by Robert Frost before? Let me know in the comments below!

-Anne

Poetry: The Idea

“The Idea” by Anne B. Caitlin

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing yet another one of my poems: “The Idea”. This is another one of my favorite created poems.

Enjoy!

The words mingled in her mind
Swirling, whirling, a golden find.
She raced up to her room
Praying to find some paper soon
Grasping, clasping the memory close
Before the lovely lines bid adios.
In a swirl in a frenzy scratched the feather
Upon the little tree bound in leather,
Blocking all sound ‘cept the supper chime.
She did not dare to dine
Whilst remained the revelation.

Insistent rang the bell, still did she not come.
Fought she fiercely, struggled strongly,
Wrestling the idea’s resistance singly.
A slip, a dash, a tackle down–
‘Till at last the battle was done.
Heart beating, heavy breathing,
Slumping to her seat, the wing-
Feather flying with the weary wind.
Her feat was recorded and
The deed by dinner rewarded.
Her mind was done, but then was fed.
Anne B. Caitlin

While this was one of my more… old-fashioned-words style poems, I loved “the idea” of this poem. This describes a lot of writers’ experience with ideas. The frantic search for paper, pen, phone, computer, or typewriter before they forget the idea. The suddenness of the inspiration–it doesn’t wait for a good time to appear. It just pops into your head, demanding immediate attention and insisting to be written down at once.

What do you think? What was your favorite/least favorite line(s)? What do you like to write your ideas down on?

Hope you’re having a great week!

-Anne

Poetry: The Wind and The Oak

“The Wind and the Oak” poem by Anne B. Caitlin

Hola, Reader!

Today I am sharing one of my own favorite created poems. Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!

Oak stood upon a hilly ridge.
Wind whirled and whistled
And all bowed before his will.
He swept Oak’s sorrow from her gaze
And blew her burdens away.
She gazed in awe at the glorious
Swaying, worshipping grass
Which hummed and fluted
Praise to Wind’s wonderful power.

Wind whispered and wondered
At Oak’s thoughtful stand.
“What are you thinking?” Asked he.
Slowly responded she.

“I watch motion’s mysteries,
I ponder the path of the breeze.
What wisdom does Wind contain?
From whence he came,
No one has been informed.
To where he goes,
No one knows.
Can you tell me please,
Who your Maker be?”

“He is the Master of the sea,
The Word, the Life, the Light be He.
He directs my path,
All knowledge He hath.
I know not where I go,
Except that where He says, there I blow.”
Anne B. Caitlin

My favorite line(s) out of the whole poem has to be, “I know not where I go, except that where He says, there I blow.” Too often in our lives are we blind, uncertain, and scared of the future–we have no idea how it will go, or what will happen. We can only live on a day-by-day basis. But the pressure’s not on us to know exactly what we’re going to do and where we’re going to go. All we need to do is “trust and obey” God every moment of our lives. He has the plan and knows what will happen.

Thanks for reading! What was your favorite (& least favorite) line(s)–if any? Any critiques? Comment below!

-Anne

Poetry and An Update

A poem by me and a blog update!

Hola, Reader! It’s been awhile!

As you know, I post rather irregularly. I struggle to find a good posting frequency that works with my busy schedule. So now I will be trying to post at least once, if not twice a month. Every week (or every other week), I will be posting a poem–either of my own or by someone else. Then, once a month, I will post an update on my writing/reading. Sound like a good plan? Let me know what you think below!

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Unripened words on the tree of the mind
 When ripe they're split open and eaten
 Some are rotten and thrown away
 Others are juicy and full of meat.

 For what are words but the fruit of imaginations?
 What are words except the whispers of the wind?
 What are words, the forces that drive all emotions?
 What are words, the ideas that flip the world upside down?

 No man can live on bread alone
 But on the very words of God;
 Words have power though they're unseen
 Words can't be explained by science.

 In order to grow words
 A mustard seed must be first planted
 And watered and loved so that it grows
 Into the solid tree that develops fruit.

 It can't be abandoned or it will die
 It oughtn't be left a seed forever
 It needs firm roots and a solid soul for soil
 Then it will grow into the tree
 Where birds will nest in its branches.

 If it doesn't grow no birds will come
 There'll be no shade under its branches
 Ideas won't blossom and prompts won't roost
 Within its nonexistent branches.

 These ideas make the world
 And change it for ever
 Don't waste the fruit of this seed
 Or it will take down other seeds.

 Words have the power to burn the trees
 They have the strength to fly the bees
 Whispers untold will fold the world
 And exclamations shake it.

-Anne B. Caitlin

This poem came out in a kind of song form, rather than just a poem. I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think of it in the comments below!

Let me know if you have any suggestions for posts and/or post frequency! What did you think of the poem? Did you see any ways I could improve it? Comment below!

-Anne