Poetic Dreams

A passion I show
is a passion that grows,
deeply it bubbles up
from the depths of myself.

Word’s like lava burns through
the surface of my soul,
burning whole pages with my poetic dreams.

I am honored to write down
my poetic passions,
I am caught in-between these pages;
as if I am the storyline
unfolding for all to read.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Wishes For My Love

My passions lay where you step,
with every heartbeat
my soul breathes for you.

With my poetic love,
I send my passions to your position.

As my moon grazes your sky,
I leave behind my kisses,
and my goodnight love
until we meet again.

Soon our sky will be lit
with the dawning of a new day.

Then we will be together
once again.

Upon unspoken word’s
my wishes fly,
until the morning my love
I wish you a sweet dream.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Savant syndrome

To be me,
a line defined by it’s angle
and skill.

A mind stuck in repeat,
overdrive,
caged within a structure
smooth on one side,
but roughly defined by life.

I poorly judged,
I was never considered normal,
a common angle,
the same as all the others.

I am considered oddly defined.

My angles tilt,
built from a different design.

These are my abstract views
which I am defined
by a diagnosis of a savant.

Though to be such,
You have to be flawed,
Your mind has to be caught,
bruised or designed with autistic views.

This is my savant syndrome
written for your point of view.

© By Amanda D Shelton | FroggyArtDesigns

Bee Kind To Your Neighbor

Delightfull as the tree,
Delighted is the bee,
as the buzzing becomes a dance,
the bee thanks the tree
for its flowers nectar
gave him honey. 

Buzzy bee’s collect the nectar
so they can make their honey.

Bee kind to your neighbor,
for you never know
when you will run out of nectar. 

© By Amanda D Shelton

I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings By Maya Angelou

One of my favorite poets and writers Maya Angelou.



A free bird leaps on the back
of the wind and floats downstream
till the current ends and dips his wing
in the orange suns rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage
can seldom see through his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
of things unknown but longed for still
and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through
the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
a fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
tune is heard on the distant hill
for the caged bird sings of freedom.



Book: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

For Your Entertainment

I don’t dance when I am told to,
I don’t talk when I am spoken to,
I don’t follow your directions,
I don’t live to love,
I love to live and to break your rules.

I don’t walk when I am done,
I don’t yell when you can’t hear,
I don’t think like you do nor care to.
I don’t live to love,
I love to live and to break your rules.

I am that shadow on the wall,
I am that black cat sleeping on your roof,
I am that purple colored hair wearing a hat,
I am the poet your teacher’s warned you about,
I am the mountain that moved.

I don’t write for your entertainment,
I don’t write for your amusement,
I don’t write to please you,
I write because I love to.

This is not for your entertainment.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Broken Heart 

My pain is deep,
it is deeply rooted
in your struggles and strife.

I suffer when you suffer
because I love you.
I hurt when you hurt
because I love you.

My heart breaks with every strike you make,
with every mean word you say,
it cuts me like a knife,
leaving scares behind.

My heart is bruised,
with feelings you abused.

My heart lays at your feet,
yet you keep stomping it
into the ground.

I am nothing to you
but a smudge of dirt on the ground.

Your word’s mean something to me,
yet you use them to hurt me.

At last, to love is to know
how to suffer,
because once that love dies
something inside us dies too.

I know because I love you,
and we are broken in two.

I will always feel an emptiness
where you use to resigned.

I will always remember the missing piece
that is you in my life.

I will grieve for you
as I do my mother who died.

Goodbye my love
my darling.
I will never forget our times together.



© By Amanda D Shelton 

“For my broken heart died while you squeezed the life from its main artery. Such sorrowful word’s are, goodbye my love.” 

He Stole My Reserve

Once upon a dreary day,
my heart was stolen;
over time it was broken.

This blue eyed boy
ran off with my heart,
only to burn it until nothing but ashes were smeared
on the ground.

He has a sharpe tongue that cute my feelings like butter.

Made me feel horrible and used, after all of his abuse.

I felt hated and accused, unloved and abused.

He never saw my love,
he never saw my pain,
he never cared enough.

My love was in vain.


© By Amanda D Shelton

Beyond Myself

I can only see beyond my own nose,
we call it the human experience.



My nose goes through a lot everyday,
sneezing,
breathing,
stressing,
smelling,
itching,
moving,
living,
loving,
and much more.

Everyday we live our lives never noticing
the tiny changes we cause and experience.

We are mostly blind,
living behind our human eyes.

Like a fly,
we clean and probe.
We cling to our lives
like tape clings to paper.

Even these words will someday be forgotten,
yet always clinging to these pages.



© By Amanda D Shelton

Foundations 

You have broken down my
walls of security,
with your insecureties
and your pushy ways.

You tore down my foundation,
and now my walls fell down.

You left me inside our
broken house,
as if I were nothing more
then an unwanted mouse.

This house we build with our struggles and strife,
is left fragile and weak.

You come inside with your
hammers and teeth,
tearing down every memory,
throwing away all the time
we took to gathered.

All because you couldn’t trust
my building skills as a woman
or a natural born mother.

When it is in my nature to build a stronger foundation for my future.

© By Amanda D Shelton