Journal Poems - Poems about Journal

Autism is always harder pill to swallow, Like planting a bullet on the skull Drifted from life's wonders As if I've slipped away. Stigmatized like a cockroach And knocked back from footy. With my body soiled red and discoloured Mocked and cursed...Read the rest...

"Although I'm familiar with the art of poetry, no one has inspired my muse to inscribe my own journal. - so I placed my soul in her hands." Silent One I used to be a journal, daily dips of...Read the rest...

My heart is like an open book That only she can write in it A journal difficult to open More like a lock with no key Yet she opened it easily My heart never gathered courage To tell her how I...Read the rest...

Pirouetting through the pages of my mind, placing inked pathways elegantly timed...Read the rest...

a life’s work encapsulated in poetry wisdom wrought through forgiveness and acceptance bitter-sweet moments endured and embraced the journal is nearing completion it lies open in her gnarled hand the old pencil stub, now blunt gossamer petals of the wintersweet...Read the rest...

You have followed me from childhood to adulthood always by my side you touching my hand started a fire within heart my hidden passion my thoughts and feelings you've captured on your pages my words...Read the rest...

In a nearby village, a man unfurled his manifesto of machinations. Shotgun blasts echoed the summit until he turned, cheeks flashing in the biting cold. A bouquet of flower petals, explosive roses frozen in time, sculpture at the snap of...Read the rest...

laughing sun rises, writing its shadow stories in forest journals ...Read the rest...

Will I get anywhere in life? How can I find myself a job? Will I ever be noticed for anything good? Why don't I want to do what I love? Why can't I think more clearly? How can I be...Read the rest...

The summer fog has not yet lifted from the enclave. The candyfloss glow of the sun suspended above the horizon of the valley in the Jock of the Bushveld Concervancy where I have made my...Read the rest...

Satirical Journal Entry #1 Attempting Suicide: Just The Beginning! If I killed myself today would anyone notice? Would anyone be at my funeral? If so, would they come just ot give themselves peace(piece) of mind over all the things...Read the rest...

It’s just pages. It’s just days. And “sorry, I forgot to journal days.” I write about how good it was. I write about fall leaves and scribble it out. I write about how embarrassed I am all the time. What a...Read the rest...

Bette’s Wall Street Journal’s sitting Right outside her door, Like every other Saturday That’s come this way before. Today, however, Bette’s paper Likely won’t get read, At least by her, because we learned That, sadly, Bette’s dead. We don’t need much reminding That routines...Read the rest...

“To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.” Thomas Campbell If I could colour grey clouds of grief I wrap them in sky's sapphire relief I'd dim delusional pale peridot eyes to wake up...Read the rest...

Each piece of me is in its pages, Even as the tempest rages, The darkness I fight, Even as I anticipate heaven’s light. It’s a window into me, My sojourn across tempestuous sea, I script my today, As I glance through yesterday. It’s...Read the rest...