Poetry
	Poetry written by me, Sarah Brodoway

Before I met you

My most recently written poem that I just love so much that is about my boyfriend when he wasn't sure if we should be together anymore. It's so sad!! Short and sweet and to the point

Before I met you everything was wrong,
and you made everything right.
Before I met you I was in the dark,
and you made everything bright.
Before I met you I was lost,
and you offered me a hand.
Now that I have you I'm scared to lose you,
and you back to before it began.

My Freedom

In our communications class at school we had to write a poem about September 11th and mine was really liked. It was published in the school newspaper along with a few others.

I still await my freedom.
A law that’s suppose to show we care.
A law that’s suppose to be given.
A law that’s suppose to be shared.

I still await my freedom.
I yearn for the days of my past,
When I thought everyone was free,
And the country’s peace would last.

Where everyone could go wherever they pleased,
And didn’t worry about getting killed.
Now we’ve got humans killing humans,
Against Lord God’s will.

Growing up knowing I’ll always watch people hurt.
Growing up knowing I’ll see people’s pain.
Growing up knowing I’ll see many wars,
Practically grows me insane.

I can’t stand to see people hurting others.
I can’t stand to see the innocent die.
I can’t stand to see people hate.
I can’t stand to see parents cry.

I can’t stand to see any more war.
I can’t stand to see the care we people lack.
So please people, it’s up to you,
On when I get my freedom back.

I need the freedom of our land.
I need the freedom our fathers made.
I need to know I can go anywhere I please and so do you,
Without being frightened or afraid.

I’m afraid for the young of our country,
And to see our juniors and seniors leave,
To go to a land and fight in our war,
So one day we can be free.

I’m scared for all of my friends.
I’m scared it will happen to someone close to me.
I’m scared I’ll live with thinking,
That they might never come home to me.

I’m scared I’ll always see no freedom.
I’m scared to see there will always be pain.
I’m scared to see mothers always crying.
I’m scared my kids will see the same.

Please give me my freedom back.
We’re the only ones that can earn it.
The world needs to get together,
To find what freedom is and learn it.

I Remember a Time

This poem is about me remembering my childhood before I had depression and all this stuff that happened to me to cause this depression I have.

Again I walk down the lonely streets of Clearview Avanue.
Where the grass is the greenest of green
and the sun seems to shine all the time.
It’s a neighborhood for perfect, functional families
who’s kids have all grown up and gone
except for me.
So I walk down the lonely streets of Clearview Avanue
and I remember the place I used to call home
and still kind of do.
When I was an innocent, beautiful, perfect child
who always did everything right
and had nothing to do but play and dream.
It was an old apartment with fugitives upstairs
and drug dealers next to us
but it was still home.
I was happy.
It’s the last time I remember being so.
There were so many kids in my neighborhood
who accepted you just because you were like them
and I dreamt all day.
Then I would come home to my loving, perfect mom
who I thought was the greatest person in the world
and admired beyond beliefe.
That was before I moved.
That was before my step-dad came, at which time my mom changed.
That was before, all of a sudden, I stopped being so perfect.
All of a sudden, I wasn’t good enough.
I try harder but no matter what
I’m not good enough.
My self esteem gets lower and lower
until its not existant.
My friends get less and less
and the dreaming ends.
And like I said, in my neighborhood,
everyone is grown up
not that I have time anyway.
So again I walk down the lonely streets of Clearview Avanue
Where the grass is green but gray to me
and where I don’t belong.
And as I put a hand in my pocket to excape the cold
a tear slides down my face.
I remember a time when I was happy.
It’s the last time I remember being so.

No One Knew

When I dated a guy who's name I won't say, his best friend Adrian committed suicide. He was a very mutual friend of ours and it was a very tough thing for us to deal with, so we both wrote hundreds of poems about it. This is the best one that came out of it.

No one knew about you. No one seemed to care.
No one knew our friendship so long or how nice we were a pair.

No one knew about you. No friends of mine knew your name.
And when I realize it I feel like I’m to blame.

What could I have done to make you feel more glad?
Why didn’t you tell me or anyone that you felt so sad?

Maybe you did and I missed it. Maybe you did and I ignored.
Maybe you did and I hadn’t noticed. This feeling makes me mourn.

I mourn for the days with you I had. I mourn for the days on the phone.
I mourn for the days we’ll loose. I mourn for the choice you chose.

I mourn for the future we had. I mourn for the friends we shared.
But most of all I morn for our best friend. To him you were not fair.

What about your family? Don’t you think they care?
You could have talked to them. To them you were not fair.

I still loved your big brown eyes. I loved the colour of your hair.
I thought about you all the time. To me you were not fair.

Don’t you think I loved you? Wasn’t I a phone call away?
I sometimes find myself thinking you’ll come back to me one day.

No one knew about you but I always loved you close.
Now you will ever know it was you I loved the most.

Blue Rose

One day I was just screwing around and writing random poems and this poem came out of it. It's funny how I wrote this poem like 2, 3 years ago and it exacty EXACTLY explains him in every way.

Blue rose, precious rose,
Knowing secrets no one knows,
Living life until you die,
Floating like the snow.

Fighting love, never hate,
Wondering why you’re thought a mistake.
You’re beautiful but you wont believe.
Your hunger makes me ache.

Unnormal, never change,
Waiting for someone to explain,
Why things had to be this way,
And why you feel such pain.

Helping hands never reach.
Only your soul do you keep.
You’re different rose from all the rest,
red, yellow, and pink...

Knowing life, fitting in,
Things for you will never begin.
So much pressuring from other things...
You’re sole’s begining to dim.

In you’re room, never show,
Your face to meet the others glow.
You’re scared of what they may say.
Your parents never know.

They blame you, you blame them,
Like a circle that never ends.
You know, rose, its no ones fault.
God made you as you send.

Knowing this, through God’s love,
He’ll take you to his place above,
And when you get there, rose, you’ll see,
You’re beautiful as a dove.

Care About Me, Too

This poem was written to my ex lover I'd guess you call him Drew. I wrote it to him because I had been trying to get him for about 4 years then and he still wouldn't ask me out and I couldn't understand why. He made me mad one night by telling me that it was because I'm "A bi*** and I act like I'm five." So, I wrote this in reply.

I know you don’t love me.
But what did I do?
I have been nothing,
but completely nice to you.

I cared about how you were,
and what you had to say.
Yet when it came to me and my feelings,
you didn’t give me the time of day.

All you did was call me names,
and made fun of the way I walked,
And when I did decide to get intimate with you,
to all your friends you talked.

There is one question you may ask,
“Why love me if I’m so bad?”
Well maybe its our friendship I valued,
and not how you made me mad.

Maybe it’s the way you held me,
all those nights we were alone.
Or maybe it’s the way you smiled when you talked,
and laughed while on the phone.

Maybe it’s the way you played with my head,
when you told all our friends you liked me.
Or maybe it’s because I thought you liked me for me,
and not some fake dummy.

But now I see they’re all lies,
the hugging, the kissing, the walks.
And as I sit up at night thinking about it,
who are you to talk?

What makes you so much better than me?
What makes you so good?
Why did you insist on breaking my heart?
What, because you could?

Did you really not want a girlfriend,
or was it from me you were trying to hide,
while I did the same,
with all I felt inside.

Four years I’ve waited,
and four years this has been a joke.
Why did you lead me on like that?
Did you want to see me choke?

Do you wanna see me suffer,
at this fragile stage in time?
Do you like this horrible feeling inside of me?
This feeling I can not rhyme...

The feeling of loving someone,
and not being loved in return,
and how I wish I could take a match to our memories,
and watch them flash and burn.

How my smart friends did say,
“Stay away from him. He’ll break your heart.”
And how blinded I was by you,
That I thought we’d never part:

“We were meant to be together.
God wills it to be true.
And no matter what he says or does,
I will always love my Drew.”

Of course, my friends were right.
I should have listened to their quote.
The moral of my story,
is like that song that clearly wrote:

“Love is blind,
and it will take over your mind.
What you think is love is truly not.
You need to elevate and find.”

How true are these words?
And how perfectly do they fit this eve?
And when I think back on those four years,
you should have been in love with me!

What the hell is this,
the five year old is me?
Well, what does that make you?
Not even fucking three!

At my hight I was expected to be mature.
I never got a childhood.
And I expected that in a family like yours,
surly it would be you who understood.

But again I was wrong,
and again I was fooled.
But you didn’t have to be so mean,
you didn’t have to be so cruel.

Well, babe,
now its my turn to be cruel.
You still want to be my friend?
That sounds like a load of bull.

If you really want to be my friend,
why not tell me what you like about me?
Will you stop concentrating on the bad stuff,
just for a second, please!

Maybe if you said what you liked about me,
I might not be as angry about the things you said.
Or how it really damaged me,
in the heart and in the head.

I would also like an explanation,
about that Saturday night,
and what you told Alex and Dave about liking me,
and what brought on this fight.

Drew, I want to be your friend,
just know I hate when you’re mean to me,
and if you ever need anything,
by your side is where I’ll be.

My friends think I’m crazy,
For how nice I am to you.
And that you don’t deserve to be my friend,
because you make me blue.

But I do care about you,
And I know you always knew.
Now all I ask for in return,
is that you care about me to.

Tearing My Heart

When I found out that Drew said all that stuff I also wrote this poem. I really believed I loved him very much and the words hurt me so bad that I considered this a suicide note.

My hearts being torn.
It’s going to tear.
I’m blinded by your magnificent glare.

I’m crying,
I’m weeping,
and yet my love is still a complete feeling.

Hear the pits.
Hear the pats.
Hear the continueous beat of my heart taps.

The sound keeps going,
as I pick up the gun,
and realize from my feelings I can no longer run.

I put it to my ear,
as I rethink the day,
love made me say things I never thought I’d say.

I put my finger on the trigger,
and hesitated to pull.
The things you said were just too cruel.

My finger crams,
as I’m about to let go.
Your love for me you could never show.

I’m counting to ten,
then the bullet will fly.
Maybe it’s best for me to die.

Five approches,
slowly I count to ten.
It will never be easy for me to live again.

I’m at number nine,
as I’m about to die.
Will you come to my funeral and will you cry?

Ten is here.
My last breath I breathe.
BANG! Goodbye life,
goodbye me.

Colourblind

I'm not sure what this poem is about but I tried to take a situation I had never been in and try and relate to what this person would feel.

Colourblind,
to your words,
to your actions.

To the world,
when you were around,
and when on my mind.

To my family,
who warned,
and cared when you didn’t.

To my old friends,
who I forgot,
when you made me be friends with yours.

To my hobbies,
that I left,
when you came and I changed for you.

To my reputation,
you managed to ruin,
with your devious ways.

To my heart,
that you stole with three simple words that didn’t mean anything to you,
"I love you."

Colourblind,
thoughtless, stupid, uncaring,
to the pain I suffer now,
because you found someone new and left.