Poetry PPOW

Windows

Windows are an escape

From everything that keeps you

Away from the free world

That many long to explore and see.

They can watch through these windows

As the innocent dance and twirl

Throughout the fields and roads,

Singing as they go.

The ones who are blocked by the windows

Will always long to be with the innocent,

But they will never again roam with them.

Windows are an escape

For those trapped behind a concrete wall

And those who long for something more.

The trapped can’t escape.

The trapped are not innocent.

The trapped only have one true friend.

Windows are their escape

From the artificial world

That locks them away.

The Sea

The sea knows many things.

The sea knows secrets that cannot be told.

The sea wants to tell them,

But it knows that it must wait.

The sea is ready to tell them.

The sea’s mouth is open,

And it is waiting to tell the secrets,

But it knows what these secrets will do.

Some secrets are dangerous,

But others are not.

The sea has told secrets before,

But it does not tell many.

Some secrets have been passed on,

Yet others remain a mystery.

The mysterious ones are hidden far away.

They have been told,

But very few have truly heard of them.

The mysterious secrets are hidden away

Deep within the sea’s heart.

These secrets will be told someday,

But the sea knows

That they do not matter now,

Yet the secrets are still important.

They must be told,

But the sea knows

That the surface is not ready.

Mountain

He knows

That the mountain will grow,

But he won’t climb it yet.

He knows

That the taller it becomes

The less hope there is.

He knows

That as long as he lets the mountain win

There is no hope for him.

He knows

That the mountain is treacherous,

And that his fears live on it.

He knows

That the mountain may destroy him,

But it may save him.

He knows

That the mountain will hurt him,

But he chooses to climb it.

He knows

That the mountain wants to hurt him,

But he won’t let it.

He knows

That he is better than the mountain,

And it cannot really hurt him.

He knows

That the mountain is his enemy,

And his enemies are the mountain.

He knows

That the mountain is fake,

And it can’t scare him.

He knows

That the mountain isn’t even there,

And it never will be.

He knows

The mountain is gone,

And so are his fears.