JGHeraghty | Poetry

Hi guys! I know this is my second post of the month, but I've been eager to post it since I wrote it. I'm delighted with this poem, mainly because I've beaten that horrid depressing twist I have on all of my poems. A lot of people have read this poem, and I've had loads of positive feedback.. I'd like to just say first that this is completely fictitious. The story-line is solely for the purpose of the lesson that the little boy learned. It's about how small little moments, insignificant at the time they're happening, can have a massive influence on us. I like to think that my parents, in any and all of their weaknesses, were the ones who taught me how to be a human. I read it in a book once, that when children see their parents cry, they realise that their parents are human too. They can suddenly relate with their emotions, whether they're sad themselves or not. And that's how they bond. In a way, I think that's how we all bond. I knew a

Hi guys! It's April already, can you believe it?! Time's flying by so fast.. I can barely keep up with the days! During March, I struggled to put a pen to paper, and construct my March poem. My aim is to write at least one poem a month, like I have for the past two years.. And hopefully, pull together a collection for when I'm older. I have so many thoughts, it wasn't as if I had a shortage of poem ideas, it was just compiling them into a poem that was the problem. Over the past few months, people have commented on many aspects of my poetry. And a lot of what people say affects me and my writing. Some people have mentioned my pervasive use of 'letting go' in my poems, and have told me I've taken it too far. Perhaps I have, but I see a particular beauty in letting go of something. I have problems dealing with loss and abandonment. Toward myself and others. A specific example is in the movie Inside Out , where Bing Bong fades away. I'm sorry if I