I am thrilled to share with you my best and favorite poems, here on this page, my poetry portfolio. These poems have only been published in their written form on this website. Please, enjoy them as examples of my best poetic works.
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In times of sorrow hold me near. In times of joy show me you care. In times of worry protect me from my fear. In times of peace help me stay aware. In all times, in every way show me your love, my dear.
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I remind myself Breathe. Close your eyes if you must but breathe. One, Two, Three. Inhale the exhale. Your heart doesn't need to beat so loud. Breathe. There is no real danger, nothing to truly fear, so breathe. Breathe in with the peace that surrounds you out with the anxiety that built. Breathe in with the love we share out with the bottled up fear. Breathe sometimes I need to remind myself to breathe.
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“I Believed” is a poem about my relationship with theater and my beliefs. They have changed over the year, but one thing remains true the stage is part of me.
I don't think I ever truly believed; not in what was given to me, not in what I once chose. No I don't think I ever truly believed in Wicca, in paganism. No I didn't believe in the magic of nature; not fully, not until I saw a creator. What I truly believe in was the stage. The lights and sound. I truly and fully believed in the magic of theatre, the constructed fantasies. I truly believed in standing tall and giving it my all, shedding reality showing my soul with words written, but not my own. Yes,I believed in the stage, but confusion of a new life, in the growing to be an adult. I forgot. I turned from my first love as though a choice had to be made, as though it was the Creator or the stage. Not realizing the creator made me for the stage. Not realzing that all of me deserves to breathe. Now I believe There is a Creator up above, who smiles and loves when I take the stage and am all of me. Now I believe in all of me.
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I see the beauty that you call ugly,
The scars of the past
healed by your own actions,
the love for self
that you think needs to hide.
In your eyes
I see the stories
ashamed to be told;
the climb from rock bottom
conquering the ugly side of self
cleaning your soul.
I see your struggles staring back at me
and all I can say,
“You are loved.”
You can connect with me.
I see the pain behind your eyes,
but you are courageous and strong.
You have survived this long.
Now with serenity
You can attempt to thrive
and beyond your beauty
beyond your strength,
I plead you to know
You are loved.
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Do not stay too long
among the flowers of the field.
Do not linger at the garden’s rose.
My heart waits for you,
but not there.
I am not a rose,
not a flower.
Although pretty and fragrant
their beauty wilts and withers too soon.
Vanity won’t nourish your soul
or calm your nerves.
Charm is a Venus flytrap
alluring but harmful
So do not stay among the garden
while your love awaits your arrival.
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Yes, a poem about Greek yogurt.
A delicious poem
filled with memories
and thick creamy goodness.
This is a poem of love
that sticks on your tongue
slow dissolving, but never forgotten.
A poem about the lasting taste of honey
and a hug of comfort.
Healthy because of it’s favor
and wonderful because of it’s flavor.
Scoop me out some of this poem
so that I can remember,
the times when it was just a food
and the times when it was more.
Give me the reminder of a helping hand
and moments with my friend.
Yes, this is a poem about Greek yogurt
which fills me with joy
and sticks to my spoon.
It reminds me of a far away life
and makes me happy where I am now in life.
Yes, this thick and creamy
delicious and dreamy
healthy wonderful, some times a snack
other times a meal,
memory inducing and always honey filled
food is a poem in my heart.
I hope you smiled because of this. I did when I was writing it.