Poetry is like painting with words to me or creating a song without notes. It is highly creative and subjective. I love sharing my poems with others in hopes that they will touch and connect us more.
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Calm my mind,
like a gentle breeze.
Please, wash away my insecurities
in a loving river.
Teach my how to sing the songs
that the care free birds sing.
Do not want to worry about tomorrow?
I will try to let tomorrow worry about itself.
Breathe your calming spirit in
and I will breathe my anxiety out.
Today I will remember your gentle breeze,
your loving river,
and live.
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(please note that this is a quick, not edited poem)
March, March
Marching to the beat of life
Droning on and on
Work, work and work
to keep your head a float.
When all of a sudden you realize
there was a misstep;
a stumble somewhere down the road
that sent a ripple
to your very soul.
Breath in the ripple,
the change in pace.
Relax into the realization,
your life is about to change.
Now march again to a different pace.
March now to the song in your own head.
And watch as the days do not drone on.
Listen to work being done as you continue to hum.
This life is yours to live so live.
Dreamer of plans.
I wish to be like a fish swimming in the sea.
I wish to be a caged bird set free.
I wish and I wish,
while I dream and think.
I want to be in a different life.
I want to be some one’s wife.
I want and want
while I dream and think.
I need to know what I am doing,
where my life is going.
I need to be on one path,
and figure out the direction I’m walking.
I need and need
while I dream and think.
Oh, so many thoughts and dreams
cascades down my mind.
Filling my brain with impossible plans.
Fearless, strong, and wonderful plans.
Plans that when started fall short
as the other plans start to be thought.
Plans where success and happiness
wrap around me like warm hugs;
plans seem possible,
until other thoughts take their place.
This is why I wish and want
and think I need,
while I dream and think.
This is why I dream and think.