The road is long.
The path is hard,
and I keep thinking
I haven't gone far yet.
Maybe I'm good,
but need to be great.
Perhaps I'm struggling in vain
and being an artist is not my fate.
I could run.
I could hide,
but then there'd be
a deadly gnawing inside.
So I'll stay my course
and walk my path.
Perhaps one day I'll look back,
see my struggles, and laugh.
I do have more poetry in the poetry section of my site and poetry readings on YouTube.
Depart oh darkness.
You are not welcomed here.
Storm I will not surrender to thee.
You can let me be.
I am not a flower.
I am a tree.
Though you may try
I will not bend, break, or die.
I am here to stay,
so depart oh darkness.
You are not welcomed here.
Storm I will not surrender to thee.
You can let me be.
I do have more poetry in the poetry section of my site and poetry readings on YouTube.
A tiger can be caged.
A bird can live without flight,
and I can live without you.
He can hold his breath.
She can close her eyes,
and I can live without you.
Life will go on.
I will see the storms and sunshine,
and I can live without you.
But something inside longs to thrive.
Something inside longs to be free
and can only be when I live with you.
This was written on August 1, 2019.
I do have more poetry in the poetry section of my site and poetry readings on YouTube.
I, Tiffany Joy, have started a new YouTube project. You must all be absolutely shocked! I do always feel like I’m starting new projects. This one is part of my efforts to promote what I’ve already written, by recording readings of my work. I’ve started by recording my poetry readings.
Most of the poems are from my book Growing Poems. I am starting to mix in my newer poetry that I published here.
I figured that I would share my favorites with those who either have stumbled on my site or frequent it more that Youtube. I’ll also be sharing this on my social media accounts, so I guess the post will just be spreading the word more.
The first is one of my newer poems, but the first reading. It is called, “To Those Who Struggle.” For personal reasons, I needed to share this first. After all I always meant to have it as a reading.
Poems and Memories is a poem I wrote right after I realized what I was going to be calling my first poetry book. It reflects the idea of poems growing and being part of me.
Lady Isabella is again from my poetry book and is about my dog. I wrote it as her life was ending and it has always been a hard one for me to read. However, I do love it.
The last poem is Power. It is also from my poetry book. It is a 3 stanza poem that I wrote in college about a relationship.
There is a complete playlist of all my poetry readings, including older ones, on YouTube.
I hope you enjoyed my poetry readings, as much as I enjoyed making them. Feel free to give me any feedback you have. All is welcomed.
I grew with beliefs of giving;
dreams will be given.
A future worth living will be given.
My faith and belief will be given.
Who I am was already given.
My eyes opened from slumber
and I realized I was sleeping,
so I chose, worked, and took;
I chose my dream,
worked towards my future,
took my beliefs
and chose my faith.
And I chose to work towards being me.
No one gave me the identity I now hold.
I chose it and stand firm
in my changing self.
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio or watch a few of my poetry readings.
When I see you
I will know.
You’re face will light up
and I will glow.
Our broken pieces
will match together;
not the same,
but will act as a tether.
We will not be perfect
but our love will fit.
When we find each other
the flame of love will be lit
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I want to speak,
but I’ll let you go.
One word of mine will escape
before it’s your words that flow.
Each time I shrink.
I retreat.
I see your need
to be loved
to be heard.
I want to speak,
but instead I’ll simply retreat.
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If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio or watch a few of my poetry readings.
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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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If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio or watch a few of my poetry readings.
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?
Photo by Anton Darius | @theSollers on Unsplash
If you would like to read more of my poetry please take a look at my portfolio or watch a few of my poetry readings.