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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Why not now?
Where did I fall?
Where are my faults?
Where is the wall?
Am I not to be loved?
No partner that I yearn for?
No match have I found,
so I sit and ask
Why not me?
Why not now?
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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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It will be okay.
It will be alright,
just hold on tight.
Don’t be hurt,
there is no reason to cry.
Just let go
and know this darkness is just the night.
Morning is coming.
It must be near.
Daylight should be journeying here,
but even if it is not,
even if this friendship continues its sleep,
others are waking.
Others are walking,
some close by,
some far.
Others will help.
Others will hold.
Others think of you as dear.
Whether this is night before dawn
or an endless sleep of might-have-beens
others hold you tight
and others will bring your dawn.
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Others is a poem that was originally written in October 2013 and only lighting edited when I found it in a journal.
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I await the spring
trapped in a winter cage.
The snow surrounds me,
in the darkness of my mind,
waiting for a spark of passion
to burn through winter’s gelidity.
I await a new life,
the awaken life,
the freed life,
that comes in the spring;
that sweet release.
Yes, I await spring.
This poem was writing on March 3rd, 2014 and I only lightly edited it. I hope you enjoyed it.
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Brokenness hides
deep inside
where walls are built up
and darkness resides.
I tear down the walls
shine light on it all
calling the broken pieces to my side
so that true healing may be found inside.
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Family loves
Amidst struggles and trials,
Merry times and celebrations.
In all stages of life
Loved ones will gather.
You get to share everything with family.
Love is abundantly spread
Over time, distance, and members;
Vast adventures and stories are shared.
Every family member loves differently,
So thank you for loving your way.
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Here is my love.
My love will be given,
from my heart
to your soul.
Relax and I’ll let it be.
Please, do not worry,
We too shall meet.
My love is here
in my heart
waiting for your soul.
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I’ve walked to the ledge
fears shout from the edge
but my faith holds my hand
I’m ready for a fall
or the invisible bridge.
I know I may fall.
What if I do?
Wings will sprout from shoulder’s ridge.
If there be a bridge
my feet will firmly walk.
However, my future unfolds
I will breathe.
I will survive.
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Little blue bird
why do you sing?
Little blue bird
where do you fly?
Do you fly from tree to tree?
Are you still looking for your home?
Little blue bird
do you fly home?
Little blue bird
is home the reason you sing?
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The Vine of Life
grows and splits.
The only thing that is clear
is the vine travels many ways,
flowers will bloom in their own time
and when they do
bees will come;
loving the flowers,
but not too soon.
Off to the side
A Rose does bloom
her bee is not yet seen.
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