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Poems by Amy Forbes 

Poem 5: Healing @ Nottingham (wrote Aug 2013 wrote in Madison, Wi) (Poem 5 is really the first poem in this collection) The importance traveling to hear political agendas, you get a beautiful view and I wrote some poetry . . . My advice go see the World 

Healing @ Nottingham

The most beautiful song to my ears, are the waves singing love songs as the cross to the shore

The vibrations float in through my ear and with each wave I feel my body float further to its safe place

In this state I am reminded of the ruins I once faced, 

The hills and the valleys that once delayed my expansions in personal growth and reflection

But with this new beautiful horizon in my sight I look to the sky and notice a new light

This light is like a leaf that is preparing to change different shades of autumn tones that touch the eyes creating a rustic wonderland of visions of this season to come

But in this changed sky there are holes of darkness that once challenged my progress

But, as I stand grounded and wait for the vision to come clear I start to feel this peace grow from within

And I hear a voice inside my head that tells me to just let it be

And focus on forgiveness and opportunities and to work towards creating a better me

Poem 1  "Melancholy". (This poem I wrote on the campus of University of Illinois at Springfield in 2013 during the government shutdown) now in 2024 they are still giving the man more . . . . 

"Melancholy"

If I listen to what the world tells me I be waiting tables at my local diner selling my ,heart and soul for $0.77 of a man's dollar but instead

 I'm sitting here thinking about what has gone wrong in the world today, I reminded of all the greed and Hate that fills our space I'm looking for that shooting star, wishing for a change to bring peace to the hurt, home to the homeless, adequate health care to the sick and love to the broken and Blind 

I'm trying to educate myself while I'm lost not knowing who I am or what I want out of this life 

I know I want to change the world, fight oppression, get rid of discrimination, and concur all inequalities 

All while drowning by the very system I'm setting out to change, 

What happened to all the fairness and equality?

what happened to the American Dream?

Because this world I'm viewing now brings tears to my already disappointed heart 

The Wisdom of my Eyes (Poem 2 I wrote this poem on the Oregon Coast at the end of October 2014)

This is my favorite poem, I was visiting one on the most incredibly places the ocean views amazing!!!! I was enjoying the sets of waves as I wrote this poem, with each wave a new line. . . The art of writing poetry 

The Wisdom of my Eyes

The old wise owls are known for their wisdom

The Pacific Ocean is known for its rough seas

Is it the birds that warned us of the storms that are out there brewing?

The storms that knock us to the ground, fill us with sorrow pain and doubt?

It's not how you got your scars that matters it's what you do because you felt so much pain

In Fact, It is when you take all your scars and turn them into works of beautiful arts that matters

At least that's what some wise old owl told me

Life (Poem 3) (this was a poem I wrote in Austin Aug 2015) 

Life 

In life we laugh we cry we love we hurt we win and we lose

Sometimes life brings us flowers, but remember to have flowers you must also have water

So those tears we do cry are necessary in order to reach our bloom

It's all a part of the cycle known as life just keep holding on for the ride because you never know what you may discover

So keep discovering the world, you never know what surprises are waiting to be discovered just as you reach your next turn. 

4th poem Paths (This poem I wrote in September, 2015  in St. Louis, Mo)

I visited a park that used recycled wine bottles and the used the glasses to create a walk way. . . This Path influenced my creativity on this poem. When I got done writing Paths I recall looking up and seeing all these Hot Air balloon's. . . It's an incredible memory  :) 

PATHS

Today I discovered a path of broken glass,

But this path didn't cut my feet 

I walked on broken glass and walked away with no scars or drops of blood

I saw shades of Red, Purple, Blue, Greens, and yellows 

And I separated myself from the baggage of brokenness I once thought I possessed 

All because I found this brighter side of life 

Stopped surrounding myself in darkness and allowing myself to open up the window to let the light into warm my damp cold skin 

I transitioned to the person I at a time was too fearful to accepted

I accepted her and loved every particle of her existing 

Because without the discovery of paths of broken glass that didn't wound my precious feet 

It's possible I would have never realized that success can be built even from broken paths of glass that once tried to slice you, but it's okay you already discovered that necessary layer of protection 

SO Keep discovering the world and transforming into an even more beautiful flower that never stops blooming

Life's going to have periods of darkness, but you get to control your mind and that's the most powerful tool we have

Poem 6 The Surviving American 12-3-2015  (this poem has a part II) 

The Surviving American

 I’m like the American that just won’t stop surviving 

I’ve got my two Hawks and my Owls looking over my shoulder watching over every move I make 

Keeping me safe at all times 

I’ve got two Spiders and a clever fox already in my box 

Now I’m just sitting here looking forward to writing with my eyes 

But, for now I’ve got my pin in hand and a Heart that just won't stop feeling and a mind that just keeps thinking 

And two eyes looking for those shooting stars that we can wish on in hopes that dreams do come true 

Even for dreams that do. 

So Now What ( written on 9-26-2016 at Allerton park in Monticello, Illinois  )

So Now What

Now I’m going to go be a caterpillar 

And when I get my wings 

I’ll Flap my Wings and see the world from a new view 

While on my Journey I’m going to enjoy the peace after the storms 

I’m going to look for Rainbows when the rain falls 

 I’ll frame my scars to shine like bright stars 

And I’ll Always recall to hug a tree in times of need 

Wintertide November 29th 2016 

Wintertide

The Bright Prairie star that twinkled but did not fall

The Star that was once woeful and worrisome over the magnitude of her flaw 

Oh no she did not fizzle and fall 

In fact she took a timeout and found herself a strong tree and reflected upon her worrisome and woeful past 

She recalled all the storms that made her lights flicker and fizzle and the brutal cold breeze that brought frost and winters freeze 

 Raindrops into snowflakes

 and Roads of jewels into slippery walkways that once made this rising star a little unsteady... 

But she is walking away with only a few good slips and falls

But oh No she did not lose her poise instead she rose 

She held her wishbone tight as she prepared to release all those worrisome woes… she hopes that will unfreeze her very catchable dream 

And Like a leaf of change mesmerizing the eye in the Golden days of autumn's Fall 

And She already saw her glow glistening and knows that her flame will flourish and grow a mighty flock that will shimmer and illuminate the hope that will light tomorrow's moonrise 

She must be patient and wait for the blooming Spring of 2017 

By Amy Forbes