Sunday, July 10, 2011

Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest

I have been writing poetry since I was 12 years old. I love to use poetry to express my feelings, emotions, and thoughts on life. I've been mulling over what poem to submit, and even sought advice from a poetry writing friend, and have decided to submit the following poem that I wrote when I was 17 years old:

The Stranger
Walking aimlessly through the crowd,
One has to wonder:
Who is that stranger that is left alone?
What is he doing so far from home?
Without a purpose
Without a place
The stranger aimlessly walks away
Off in the distance he disappears
One has to wonder:
What was he doing here?
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19 comments:

  1. V. FurnasJuly 10, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    I enjoyed that. It felt lonely.

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  2. PamJuly 11, 2011 at 6:02 AM

    I often wonder the same types of things about people I see all alone. Thanks for verbalizing it.
    Pam at www.2encourage.blogspot.com

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  3. EmilyJuly 11, 2011 at 12:51 PM

    I love how it has me imagining this stranger, the whole life they live that you know nothing about.

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  4. cherieJuly 12, 2011 at 9:43 AM

    Nicely done! I love the mystery of the stranger. ;)

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  5. TrishaJuly 12, 2011 at 5:42 PM

    Great poem - makes me think of all the crowds I've been in and all the untold stories I can never know.

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  6. DiegoJuly 13, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    This is the story of any unknown person you might see on the street, wondering where they're going or where they're coming from. Nicely done.

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  7. Summer RossJuly 13, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    The questioning within the poem makes the reader get involved attempting to figure it out. Thanks for sharing!
    http://summersvoice.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-schmoetry-blogfest-entry_12.html

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  8. BriannaJuly 13, 2011 at 10:44 AM

    How observant you were at 17! At 17 I couldn't see past the nose on my face :) Lovely poem!

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  9. M PaxJuly 13, 2011 at 2:08 PM

    I really liked it. The last question was very thought provoking.

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  10. Tara TylerJuly 13, 2011 at 9:21 PM

    wonderment
    i do this when i take a trip, leaving at early hours and wonder why there are so many other cars out? where could they be going?
    nice poem =)

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  11. greenwomanJuly 14, 2011 at 7:30 AM

    One of those questions we all ask, I think . . . great poem!

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  12. Christine TylerJuly 14, 2011 at 2:23 PM

    What WAS he doing here?
    Fun poem, almost like a scene in a story.

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  13. Small Town Shelly BrownJuly 14, 2011 at 3:10 PM

    I am so glad that you joined up! I had no idea you wrote poetry and now not only can I read the poem you submitted but I have a whole blogful of Katie poems I can read!!!
    So wonderful Katie!

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  14. Small Town Shelly BrownJuly 14, 2011 at 3:11 PM

    You need one of those follower thingys so I can follow your blog and get updates on your new poems :)

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  15. Tyrean MartinsonJuly 15, 2011 at 7:18 AM

    Wonderful wondering . . . and a great step into imagination and prayer. (I always send up a quick prayer for people who look alone in a crowd - even if they look content)

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  16. Madeline BartosJuly 15, 2011 at 7:56 AM

    Oooh, I always wonder this too! It's amazing how you managed to capture the wonder in poetry form. Gorgeous entry.

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  17. EveJuly 15, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    It reminds me of seeing people in crowds disappearing, and wondering who they are and what they're up to....beautifully said..thanks for sharing!

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  18. Angela FelstedJuly 15, 2011 at 11:24 AM

    Hopefully he found a friend.

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  19. Katie DodgeJuly 15, 2011 at 3:40 PM

    I always look at people and wonder what their story is. Loved this! :D

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