Category Archives: Self-doubt

Can’t Wait To Live It!

Afternoon, everybody! Got another fun little poem for you here. Please enjoy, friends.

Can’t Wait To Live It

It just doesn’t make any sense!

That’s all I’ve got to say.

So many times I’ll say it

in exasperation!

Wearing a dunce cap,

i ask again,

“Why doesn’t it make any sense!”

I find no answer in the empty space around me.

So why do I continue to float around in empty space,

asking questions of the stars,

stars who might never answer?

Well what else would you have me do?

I’ll float and float until I’m found

and then I’ll tell my story.

They’ll write books and songs about me!

They’ll never know the best parts of the story!

I can’t wait to live them.

What Must I Judge?

Good morning, all! I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far. I have a nice little piece for everybody today. I’m thinking I may start writing a little lighter. Let me know in the comments or shoot me an email at sam@poemsbysam.com if you’ve got any directions you might like to see from me! I always love hearing from people who enjoy my writing. On that note, please enjoy!

Jurisprudence

Just in time for a hung jury.

Make a decision,

don’t be late.

You’ve got a very important date.

Take the time

to deliberate

and make the fate

as bells chime.

It’s up to you,

you’ll never guess.

Make sure you dress

as if you knew.

Be just.

We rely on your applications of jurisprudence.

Come One, Come All!

Evening, everyone! Apologies for the late post today. Had a busy one the past couple days. I’ve got something I think most of you should relate to, especially those moms in the audience *wink*. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the poem, mon amis. Sleep well tonight, and feast in the halls of giants!

Tired

So tired

can hardly lift my eyelids,

and yet,

there I am at the top of the mountain,

screaming out my lungs.

I have so much energy,

and yet,

I am so tired, 

just so god damned tired.

I don’t hurt.

Not like before.

I ache.

A dull, lasting, resounding ache

that reverberates through my bones.

Oh, how it all feels so…

wrong.

It has been a good day today,

and yet,

I am exhausted.

Down there in my core

nothing awaits the rising or the setting of the sun,

no thing at all.

Missed Call

Not a whole lot to say today, friends. I hope you have a wonderful mother’s day! Please enjoy the poem !

Missed Call

That’s what gives you hope?

The stinging, ringing feeling

of some unknown isotope.

Always leaves you reeling.

A good man, you say.

Do you know what that means?

Those words…

How deep they cut.

I hope one day

for a cushion

instead of a knife.

I hope to lie in peace,

perhaps,

rather than on a bed of nails.

Always poised

as if to be struck.

Now what kind of life

does this one make?

What kind of life

does this one take?

Broken and unbroken…

I don’t know how the pieces go together.

Symphony In Town

Do you ever hear that music? That wonderful music that glides and dashes over your ears when you least expect it? There’s a symphony in town. Be ready to hear it. Enjoy the poem, friends.

The Towers

Twin towers

protrude from the mold.

Their rust

and incontinence

lead men astray.

Hope to change

a world they can’t control.

Like a spectre,

their deeds are lost.

The sire sits upon that twin throne

begging to be pushed.

Their will be done,

into the pit you go.

Read that book about the lost,

find your things that you have lost.

Find yourself now to be lost.

They sit upon the liar’s throne

knowing but abandon,

no one to reprimand them.