Gush of Wind

"Gush of Wind" is my second poem on the hot summer day that Northern California had a couple days back. Although this poem seems a little mixed in terms of heat and wind, the wind is the main theme in this party. This is maybe not one of my best poems. Enjoy "Gush of Wind."

Gush of Wind

A long hot day in the sun
Kids ran into streets and behind corners
They laughed, talked, and played with others.
Like there was nothing else in the world.

I was too hot to play, the sweat breaking in.
Summer starts and I feel it all so well.
So that's when it came, the thing I want most.
That little gush of wind was my last hope.

It came with no time to spare.
And blew the hair out of my eyes.
It felt good and it felt fresh.
To finally see some coolness there.

The sun kept bright and the wind had just died.
And though I felt sad and I felt I want more.
There was just something I couldn't point to.
That one moment that wind will come again.

Thing of Heat

This poem I wrote just a few days ago. It was so hot that day that I decided to write two poems out of it. The second poem will be posted sometime in the next few days. Meanwhile, enjoy this first poem about heat.

Thing of Heat

I stumbled around, feeling my way
The heat overcame me

My face lit up with sweat and tears
I couldn't see where I was going

Things felt far and things felt near
My hand reached it and toppled something over

My face was almost thin, I was almost done
I ran to the bedroom, stumbling all around.

I reached my bedroom, the bed nearby
There I hit the bed, all ready to make its end

The heat was too much, and so it came
My eyes closed, no heat but blackness it became



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Done in the Senate

This poem actually has no true origin, but I based it off a place where ideas can't always be spread, such as in the Senate, where ideas are sometimes considered obsolete or not much of an impact. Anyway, enjoy this poem!

Done in the Senate

I sat in the Senate, surrounded by men of all ages and sizes
Some were old and some were new, but all knew what happens
The laws were broke, the laws were fixed.
I saw myself a victim of the inglorious fixation of life.

The last law was passed before I adjourned.
I thought about those men in front of me.
We are all not equal and we are all not different.
I thought I was trapped in the middle.

There was nothing to gain, nothing to prove.
Just sitting there wondering what to do.
And then I raised my hand, fingers inched high.
Saying, 'Senate, we are not equal.'

I told them I was done, to forgive me for what happened.
And left my seat to be sitted upon by someone who was not equal.
My time was at an end, one that I couldn't fix.
So I accepted the resignation and tore out through the front doors.

Free at last, free from that room.
The Senate was a mess, but I wasn't one anymore.
It was the last day I left and the last day I would ever see.
The world was upon me, ready to be fixed by me.

My Father, the Ghost

My Father, the Ghost is one of my poems that I've written in my freshmen year of high school. I got inspiration from this story from The Nightmare Before Christmas and as such created a poem that reflects the ideas of both family and paranormal activity. Hope you enjoy it!

My Father, the Ghost

I wandered the graveyard late at night
To visit my father who had passed away.
The night was chill, the air very brisk.
It made it seem like the night was set.

I made it to my father's gravestone.
And placed my knees in front of it.
I thought of thinking about God and life like that.
But my words from my mouth just went flat.

My father a good man, threatened by his own life
And sits under a stone, etched with his name.
The wind picks up and I feel some noise.
Something taps me, far from the behind.

I turned quick, my eyes set to shoot
And there it was, my father, right in front.
He waved and smiled and turned like a good fellow.
And then I knew he was my father, the ghost.

He waved once more and turned away.
The gravestone was there, all etched to stay.
I spoke with my father one time again.
And then I left, the ghost still fresh.



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Fish Out of Water

This poem is probably one of my earlier favorites. A long time ago, I was walking down a stream and I accidentally ran across a fish that was sitting on land, just blobbing up and down. I slipped it back into the water, but seeing the fish on land gave me an idea for a poem that I wrote and I'm sharing it with you now. Hope you enjoy it!

Fish Out of Water

A lively fish hopped off a stream, no water in tow.
It sat on land, flipping and flopping away.
There was no signs of human life, as far as his eye can see.
So its next best move was to move upstream.

It flipped and flopped, saw and seen, next to upstream.
The rushing water flew by, the other fish in tow.
It looked back once to see them go.
And then it continued its flow.

A human came by to cross the stream.
The fish yelled out, 'Take me!'
The human heard him and came by close.
'What are you doing?' it said to the friendly float.

'I'm fish out of water' it said.
The human laughed and took it by the hand.
'I'll let you back in,' he said.
The fish held the human strong and tight.
As he prepared for the moment of sight.

He let the fish go, on top of the stream.
It splashed to the ground in smithereens.
'Good-bye,' he said, waving back.
The human crossed the river and gave him a smile.

The human left and the fish was alone.
But all that mattered now, as he was now.
A fish in water, no longer its stranger.

Trapped in Darkness

Reid's Poetry welcomes the first of my many line of poems that I've created throughout the course of my life. I thought I'd start it off with a poem that has been seen on Facebook (if people look at my page) called Trapped in Darkness. I hope you like it.

Trapped in Darkness
The eyes open in a place that is totally unknown.
There is nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to glimpse at.
This place is basically an empty, cold dark room in nowhere.
No one is near and no one is far.
Everything falls into place and nothing is moved or replaced.

You watch yourselves get up from the ground.
Cold and desolate, your hand runs across it.
The gravel screeches around your hand, your senses feeling every prick.
You eyes do not adjust as they let the hand do the work.

I don't know where you are.
But while you look up and down, I worry.
I worry that you are never going to get home, to see the light of day.
You don't hear my breathing nor my sound.
You hear yourself stamp your feet on the ground.

Keep in mind that you are the only one there, the only one who can get out.
But find the exit before you lose it, or you will never come home at all.
I wish you luck, to hope you come home.
Cause in time, you will find that luck will be your fall.

Welcome to Reid's Poetry

Hey gang,

A few weeks ago, I published a blog entitled "Reid's Take on the World." It was supposed to be a blog for me to express my views on the world we live in today, whether it be from politics to science to sports and all that stuff.

But there's been a change of plans. Due to my love of English and my career to be in the writing industry mostly in Journalism, I have decided to rename and replace "Reid's Take on the World" with "Reid's Poetry". There will be "Reid's Short Stories" set up in the near future, but right now, I feel like you should all just kick back with one of the many poems I come up with everyday.

Just keep in mind, these poems are all about things in the world. For example, today was a monstrous heat day in the Bay Area, so I wrote two poems dedicating it to the heat. They are entitled "Thing of Heat" and "Gush of Wind." Those poems will be put up in the near future.

Anyway, that's all you need to know right now. Be sure to keep checking out my other blog, "Reid's NHL and MLS Insight." It used to be "Reid's Hockey Insight" until I decided to expand my knowledge into the MLS (Major League Soccer). I hope you enjoy my new site and keep checking back for more exciting news, notes, and poems that I've set up. If you guys want to see "Reid's Take on the World" or "Reid's Short Stories", I'll be back with those if popular demands wants to. My Facebook page (Reid Urban) might update from time to time to see if they want to see it. For many of you who like those "Reid Minute" episodes I had a few years ago, I'll be happy to do it again if you want me to. However, you will need to submit those ideas since I will not be doing those on my own. Anyway, enjoy the new "Reid's Poems" blog.

Note: There will be some pictures on my sight, linked to the poem. But there might not be any so stay sharp.