Some May Call Me
Some may call me grumpy,
Others may call me kind.
Some may call me boring,
Others call me to unwind.
Some may call me crass,
Others may call me loving.
Some may call me structured,
Others may call me moving.
Some may call me strange,
Others may call me normal.
Some may call me secure,
Others call me informal.
I may call myself stupid,
As others call me smart.
I may call myself foolish,
As others hold my heart.
It matters on how you know me,
On which me you meet.
Just know I don’t like shoes
So be sure to avoid my feet.
So call me what you will,
For I am who I am.
Life is your personal test,
And you write the exam.
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Great post today thanks. I really enjoyed it very much.
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honest to yourself,
what a self realization,
Happy Rally.
Throughly enjoyed this from start to finish, well done!
So call me what you will,
For I am who I am.
Life is your personal test,
And you write the exam.
smart metaphor, wow.
well penned.
Bare feet are the best feet–loved the last stanza. Here’s one on who I am: http://wordcoaster.wordpress.com/2011/11/19/go-for-the-gold/
Great poem, especially love the last two lines.
I don’t like shoes either! Nice write! I like it!
http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/11/30/the-beast-2/
Stupendous..and nicely that you marked yourself in the poem..
Alcina-In need of me-2
Classic poetry! I loved it and the meaning behind it!
what others call you isn’t as important as how you view yourself…nice writing
lyrical
original and eloquent.
love the word flow and word play.
A personal statement in poetry form?
This is an honest, expressive piece of work. Thanks for sharing!
i call you a master
i call you sublime
your a wizard with wordplay
and flawless wicked rhyme!
great finishing lines, but the whole thing rocks!
i like this a lot, the heart in it connects with me. It reminds me of one i wrote recently called ‘My two women’.
very nice poem! made me think of all the different me’s people may meet! Thanks for allowing me to remember all the pieces of me are still me through your great poem.
Love it!!
I may call myself foolish,
As others hold my heart.
It is indeed foolhardy to allow someone to hold your heart.
Nice pen. The last two lines are truth.
A tirade against labels, I think you are absolutely right, just be who you are, and not what people say you are.
Rosie