Saturday, July 18, 2009

The Poet, Jessica Couch

Hey Guys,

I have the most amazing sister. She is smart, witty, and since she was 14 (last year) she has been amazing me with some pretty complex and engaging poetry. With her love for pastry design, food, and now boys, she has transformed the things that she reads, hears, and does into some thoughtful word choices and poetic stanzas. Here are some examples of her work. Leave a comment and tell me what you think. Should she continue to write?

The Whisperer

You whispered sweet nothings in my ear
You told me all was well; no need to fear
I was yours and you were mine,
But that was somewhere down the line


You shushed me and smoothed my wrinkled brow,
And yet we worked it out somehow,
But that was then and this is now.

You whispered sweet romance in my ear
You told me, 'hold on', the future was near
With feet on the ground, I settled down
And became your adoring wife.
While low and behold,
I put on hold,
What could have been my life.

You whispered sweet nothings in my head
That 'though love is young, people grow old'
And at once, I'm alone in bed.
With steel gray hair, and crow's feet eyes
I whisper thoughts to the dead

But that was then and this is now,
And I've forgiven you for not warning me somewhow.

I've started back what could've been my life,
But I'll always be known as the sweet whisper's wife.


The Perfect Girl

Intellect is your skill,
Kindness is my type.
You have both of those qualities,
And that's what makes you right.
And another thing
That I like about you,
Is that you are patient,
And that's a good thing too.
Patience shows kindness
And kind you remain.
And that's why I tell you
No other girl is the same.
I hope you like this poem
And I'm sad we're apart
So the only thing I can give you,
Are the words from my heart
I Love You


Prisoner

Looking out from the barred windows,
I long to find a home;
A place where I can stay, but also free to roam.
I look and see the world go by,
But as I look I my spirits die.
I'm caged like some pet, sans fresh air,
wanting to feel the ground beneath me,
wanting life to be fair.


Invisible

The city was quiet
And death was lingering.
The mourning doves
Were moaning their sad cry,
As they witnessed death go by.
The dogs were barking,
shouting at the wind.
The winds were howling
Screaming, "Heaven! Was this the end!?"
All the elements noticed death had come and gone,
But did you even know you were dead?

Before The Morning

The air was crisp,
the sun was down,
so I took a risk
to search the unfound;
To see past these four misplaced walls;
to roam the night and see it all;
to search and find who I am.
For in the morning,
these walls are bars.
So tonight, I must go see the stars.

The Fun they Had

why can't I love me
why do I care about how people see me
And why do I believe them
Why cant they see what I see
whats so wrong
why cant I belong
I know I'm better than this
I'm the one they're going to miss
but why do feel im just telling myself this
It's true, I'm tired of feeling bad
And the worst part is, I'm the one that's making me mad


Puppet Strings

Her mind was full of dreams
But far from reality they had seemed
She had no companions
No need for earthly things
But only wanted freedom from what she felt were puppet strings
She closed her eyes and she was gone
Cast into her dreams where her life suddenly begun
Running up the hills, staring at the sun
but foolishly she opened her eyes and it was done
she felt her puppet strings
she cried for these were earthly things
she closed her eyes and wished the dream would soon begin
but never will her dreams come true again


Jessica Couch, 15