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A Compilation of Short Poems

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  


My Reason For Being a Writer

Poetry has to be God’s gift to some of us. The ones who love to write and truly embrace the expression of thought and emotions, it’s just a blessing to have an outlet like poetry.

I haven’t been writing poetry for a long time. I’ve dabbled with it through the years, but my concentration was guided through thoughts of; if I didn’t make it with some kind of story and a book, or find my way writing articles in a journalistic way, then I was a failure to the thing I loved to do, which is write. However, the more I tried to submit my children’s stories, and the longer I tried to freelance for different clients, the more my love for writing was becoming distant. I hated that, because I knew that to write is what I wanted to do.

When you are a shy person, expressing yourself, and finding ways to join a conversation becomes painstakingly hard to do. You start viewing yourself as such a loser. You alienate yourself from social lifestyle. Writing becomes a very important outlet for shy people like myself. It becomes your very voice, your way to express your intelligence without having to prove that you are entitled to be looked at in a human way also. Even so, like everybody else and how we all have to look ahead in life, is that we must find our own way, our own identity through our own individual talents. I know I’m not excellent at grammar or punctuation, but I am great with detail. So, I tend to feed off my talent in this area.


My Many Struggles Along the Way

What I really dislike in the writing world is the ones who consistently think if you are not perfect with all areas of this craft, then you are bad and cannot be addressed as a true writer. Well, I don’t feel like that at all. Especially in writing, I believe everyone can be excellent. Yes, it may take some time, but if it is something that drives you through an inner passion, then you will make it if you don’t give up or read too much into people’s perceptions of perfection.

Like I said, I haven’t been writing poetry long. I was getting lost trying to grow in the freelance world, and before that I had taken a break on submitting my children’s stories. Not because I was getting bad feedback from clients; I never did. My work was always accepted and sometimes with some great compliments from the clients. Nevertheless, in the freelance world, you work not for the client as much as the text broker site you signed up with. They are the ones which determine if you rise in the freelance world in order to make a good living. Needless to say, I wasn’t growing; they would never give me a good enough review to move me up the ladder of success in this field. I would mostly get that I was adding too many commas, so then I would try to cut down on that. Subsequently, I would later get that there was not enough comma usage. Can you see why I feel it’s a bunch of horse crap trying to be a perfectionist in writing?

My experiences with my children’s stories were a little different. I always got rejection letters, but they were much more positive than trying to create a place in the freelance world. The magazines I submitted to would give me great kudos on my stories, but it would always be a story they didn’t need at that time. I also believe they went with writers who were commonly used in their publications. So, what do you do?

How I Ended Up On Hubpages

When I first came here to Hubpages, I had already been signed up for a year, but I had mixed emotions about starting. I really didn’t know what niche I wanted to pursue. I was worried about boxing myself into a certain genre, because I do like variety. So, I sat a minute wanting to write something here. I wanted to keep trying to find a place I fit, and I was hoping this would be it. Even if I didn’t make money with the process, I was looking for comradery in the writing world instead of negative influence. I needed to rebirth my vision of my passion for writing.

It took me a while, but I took a chance and entered a poetry contest on another site, in which I did not win, but I was one of 300 semi-finalists that would be presented in a compilation of poetry in a yearly book they put out and sale at Barnes and Noble and Actually, I recently got word the book should be on shelves very soon. They are in the final publication processes now. I can’t wait to buy it. You know, just for some recognition in the poetry world.

After this news, I decided I was ready to write here. I thought why not poetry? So, I published here the poem that will be featured in the book, and I also got busy writing a few more. I’m laughing right now, because today I went back to one of those first poems I wrote here. I needed to update it since I got a notification it was unfeatured for traffic. (laughing) However, when I read it back; I was so mortified at how dreadful it seemed to me. And then, it wasn’t terrible. Let me explain; it’s the beauty of poetry!! It’s a lovely process of deep emotion and thought. It doesn’t exactly have to be PERFECT. I did make a few little adjustments, but for the most part, I kept it the same. I loved my rough edges.


Finally Finding My Focus Again

I have found a fresh focus, a new place and way to write that I think fits me perfectly. I don’t know if I will ever be noticed for my own style like; Edgar Allan Poe, or Walt Whitman, but the beauty of the process is enough to keep me happy I think. And I thank all who take the time to read my inner visions.

Today, I thought I would post a compiled list of very short poems I wrote out of nothing but sheer thoughts in a single day. I hope you like them. :)

A Compilation of Poetry in Short Form


A Secret Scheme

It’s a familiar dream,

a common scheme, to

leave this place without a


I will take with me my own

faults, and bury them deep

in a desert sand vault.

Sad Zombie;

Like a zombie on earth, I am

tortured. For to live already

dead is my sorrowful


I’m as pale as paper upon

my face, it’s funny how pain

wastes you away.

The Finale;

The years are starting to rest

on my face. There’s no way to

stop them, I must embrace.

These are the thoughts I had

today. These are my feelings I

needed to convey.

The Hermit

Have I actually stopped

caring? Observing others'

walking past, I don’t seem

to feel a thing.

I cannot connect with people

anymore, so I hang my head

down, and they become

shadows on the floor.

Freedom Flight;

As I watch the blackbird fly

swiftly in the gray sky; I

realize he is my spirit guide.

Stepping out into the wind,

just blow me to the breeze.

Turn my arms into wings, so

I can fly far away and free.

Soul Searching;

If you could peel off my

outer skin, my soul you

would then see struggling


This world absorbs my

strength in hordes. It’s

crowded with cruel

insensitive lords.


© 2016 Missy Smith

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