Rose & Thorn Poetry

Because sometimes telling people your goals or fears feels like giving them your SSN To Bear Your Soul Upon A Page To bear your soul upon a page To write with ink from within the heart To show the truth of who you are To expose the substance of the deepest part It is a terrifying dangerous thing To let someone know Your thoughts and feelings Hopes and fears Facts that are weapons and something more: The ammunition given to start a war To hand over the sharpened knife, the loaded gun, the jagged spear It is a terrifying dangerous thing To be known so crystal clear It shouldn’t come as a surprise When you’ve equipped the masses with your heart’s private thoughts But still it’s hard to realize the possibility of your own demise If you forget and turn your back You may not again rise For it is a terrifying dangerous thing To bear your soul upon a page To leave your soul spliced and splayed for all the world to see To let the secrets out and let spies come in Being...

This is my first attempt at writing a ballad. Ballads are narratives that tell a story often using metaphors. Ballads vary in their structure, but I chose to try the traditional iambic meter (an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable) and wrote four-line stanzas (quatrains), alternating between iambic tetrameter (4 iambs/eight syllables per line) and iambic trimeter (3 iambs/six syllables per line). Maybe I'll try a sonnet next... Maybe 😏 Ballad of the Sheepies In warming air of springtime full, The shepherd took the sheep, Out into hills secure and green, Their guarding he did keep.  In pleasant pastures packed with wool, While they in joyful leaps, Naively thought the world serene, The foolish little sheep.     In glooming forest fraught with wolves,      In trees below they sleep. The guard aware of threat unseen, Where murky shadows creep. In warming air of springtime full, One little sheepie keen, Hills y...