I, Tiffany Joy, am a poet. I love sharing every poem I write with all who want to read them. I do this on my site by using the category ‘poetry‘ and also adding this tag to each post.
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.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
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.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
You wonder and you ask me
Does your hope fly up in the sky?
Do you need your dreams to hide from reality?
Can you stop now from chasing your wants?
You see
I could give up and I could lie down.
I could turn away if you showed me how.
I would watch t.v. or read the whole night long
my time would be only all mine.
Yes,
I could give up and I could lie down
I could turn away if you showed me how
My nights would be free, my weekends filled with sleep.
And Alcohol, well it would be my best friend.
I really could give up and I could lie down
I could turn away. Please showed me how.
Life would be much easier, easier for me.
Easier to catch a breath, easier to do anything,
but that’s not me.
That cannot be me.
I am my dreams, not this reality.
I guess
I can’t give up and I can’t lie down.
I can’t turn away, I simply don’t know how.
I have to stand up and I have to fight.
Have to stay my path, that only seems right.
I will paint my thoughts and write what’s in my heart.
My time will belong to my dreams.
I can’t give up and I can’t lie down.
I can’t turn away, I simply don’t know how.
I have to stand up and I have to fight.
Have to stay my path, that only seems right.
My nights will be filled, my weekends hugged by hope.
And I will dance where my dream may go.
Because
I can’t give up and I can’t lie down.
I can’t turn away, I simply don’t know how.
I have to stand up and I have to fight.
Have to stay my path, that only seems right.
I don’t typically write songs as you may know, so getting a finished song done is tricky for me. I believe the words are almost there, which is why I’m sharing them with you. I am still working on the tune and notes.
Please let me know what you think of it. Any and all feedback is welcomed.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
The twirling pen yearns.
It yearns to kiss the paper again;
like a caged bird who desires to fly free.
It sees the unstrung violin;
the beautiful instrument that can only sigh.
Yes, instead of releasing it’s ink,
as it is meant to,
my pen twirls and whirls.
It dance through my fingers,
the same pattern repeats.
It yearns to kiss its beloved paper once more.
Yet it only spins,
like the unstrung violin,
its purpose is unfulfilled.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
Quietness fills the air
as my mind relaxes;
an eerie sensation.
My mind draws a blank,
wanting to be wrapped up
with the hug of a blanket.
I yearn to sleep the day away,
instead of doing work, I dread.
Still, if sleep was an option
my mind would not allow it.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.
Home is where the heart is
or is home where a heart is?
How do you know where a heart lives?
A home may be messy.
It may be clean.
Loud noises may prevail,
or a simple quiet hum.
The smell of cooking
paint or farm animals
live among the walls of a home.
So what is a home?
Memories are made within the wall
and pictures display the heart’s love.
Styles along with dishware
are mixed and matched;
meaning hearts are mingling,
meaning that the home has lasted.
Loved is displayed
with knick-knacks
and photos of family
leaving lingering love in the air.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio. You can also watch a few of my poetry readings.