She shivers in her jean jacket,
both nervous and cold.
Her first time on her first date,
and she not sure what is to be told.

She looks to him,
black hair, brown eyes, broad shoulders.
He turns to her, she blushes
and her feet become colder.

He stops, and she stops with him.
He smiles at her and leans in.
He grabs her face for a gentle kiss,
and their relationship begins.

After many years of marriage,
they walk slower on this same spot.
Now in a cardigan not nervous at all,
not a fearful care or thought.

She now looks at him
with her wrinkled smile and face.
She kisses his soft lips like before
in their falling in love place.

d r i p p l e, d r I p p l e,
her toes echoing the ripples..

s o o t h I n g s o l I t u d e,
her tensions slowly spawns to elude...

w h I r l I n g w I n d s,
swift saplings of the crisp crimson...

l I m e l i l y p a d s,
citron circles luring the lags...

s w a y, s w a y,
her leafless legs basking the bay.

Crack, crack
went her steps
on the old
abandoned track.

She gazed above
at the trees
brushing their branches
along with the breeze.
.
No sun to be seen
but at least there
were colors
other than green.

Birds nestled in nests
from the cold
as nature
is to bbehold.

God makes such
beautiful things
as we embrace
what nature  brings.

She wanders, she wonders
into the depth of the seas.
Under a sad fortress
where her body bleeds...

She wanders, she wonders
what her life has become.
Being disappointed with routine,
wanting everything to be done...

She wanders, she wonders
when happiness will begin
instead of crashing storms
and overpowering winds.

She wanders, she wonders
as she sits in the rain.
Sick of languid movements
and atrocious pain.

She wonders, she wanders
into a place she wants to leave.
Desperate for something more,
somewhere she wants to be.

Strolling on the bridge
above the lake
as the boards shake
rumbling under your feet.

Shades of autumn glow
in the midst of the nightfall
paints of trees so tall
around this lovely land.

Take in the scenery
as it glares off your eyes
bringing a pleasing surprise
each and every color.

dreary, overcast skies
she enjoys.
winds rustling by
she takes right in.

the wet, damp branches
drip swiftly on her skin.
the tree twirls and dances
shaking all its limbs.

the green slowly fades
taking away all the life
but embraces the shades
so beautiful in their own way.

Resting on the river
on a blissful, quiet day..
All you can hear is water waves
on the shifting, waking bay.

Paddle, paddle, paddle,
goes your oar on the pond.
Sparkling waters pass along.
You grow quite fond.

Waiting for the sun,
but all we get is rain.
It peeks through one day
and the next it storms.

Its a lot like life.
Waiting for the good,
but all you get is pain.
Every chapter repeats.

Rain, rain, rain,
can bring flowers,
, but can also bring floods.
Life is full of flowers and floods.

She left...

without saying goodbye.

She left...

and the time has flown by.



She left...

and I don't know how to feel.

She left...

and some days it doesn't feel real.



She left...

what do I do now?

She left...

will I cope somehow?



She's gone...

so many tears I've wept,

and I still don't know why

she left...

A blank canvas He had.
He grabbed his brush
with all the paints He wanted
and He was in no rush.

He grabbed a beige
and created a heart-shaped face.
Then a light brown
for strands around the space.

Long and hard He thought
but couldn't decide.
So He chose both blue and gray
for the ocean waves in her eyes.

A well rounded nose
and teeth pearly white.
So her smile could
make the world so bright.

In just a snap,
after God had painted.
The masterpiece was done
and I was created.

Breath-taking
Enlightening
Amazing
Unique
Thrilling
Inspirational
Fine-looking
Unabated
Love

She looked in the mirror
and couldn't help but fear
her own reflection.

If just then, what if the reflection disappeared?
We would have nothing to fear,
or would we?

If reflection was not here,
no more of a seer,
what would we believe?

But if there were no insight,
we won't know we are made just right,
there is not one imperfection.

Green, green is everywhere.
The sun glimmers over the dew.
The air is refreshing
and the morning is new.

Blue, blue is in the enchanting sky
existing above this giant earth.
The pearly white clouds
shifting away from the sun's morning birth.

Color, each color is in every flower
and butterfly, water, and gray stone.
Each has its own beauty
making our minds blown.

Some things are too far away
and some things aren't close enough.
You are always searching for a way
to find happiness and love.
Some hearts are crying in pain
and some are beating with thrill.
Some are still hiding again and again
and some see things for real.
Always trust the Lord
because life is a crazy ride.
Keep looking toward
along with the breaking tide.

Her heart
f l u t t e r e d
like a
b u t t e r f l y
with
large
colorful
w i n g s...

waves tickled
her pale, cracked feet.
the salt filled air
felt so largely sweet.

the wind breezed against
the skin of her burning back.
as the sun took a closing toll,
the winds slowly slacked.

the pumpkin glow rayed
on her ***** blonde hair.
it lightly glazed
on her soft skin so fair.

the porcelain moon
glistened on the waves so brisk.
onto her warm, ivory skin
lay the soft, moist mist.

Scarred and broken
with words left unspoken.

Wishing things were clear,
but sadly we are still here.

Time doesn't seem to heal,
it just seems tougher to feel.

All the moments we had
now hurt so bad.

I just want us to be okay,
but instead everything is gray.

If only I knew what to do.
I know I still do love you.

I just hate what we've become,
it just seems all is done.

Hopefully one day I'll understand,
but for now we have to do what we can.

Take my ocean's tears.
Mend my broken mountains.
Start my body's gears.
Water my spirit's fountain.

Answer my echo's cries.
Call my heart's ambition.
Color my faded skies.
Lead me to my next mission.

Enliven my brightest light.
Guide me to a clear navigation.
Discover a star in the darkest night
unraveling love to a damaged nation.

ivory gown
dripped into the stagnant m e r e...

her barren feet
inhaled the moisture so c l e a r...

russet strands
brushed at her amiable f a c e...

umber foils
dust the ground with golden g r a c e...

her musings
swimming in a soaring s t r e a m...

arcane visions
lost in a seraphic d a y d r e a m...

Bright in the crisp, morning sky.
Shining over mountains so high.
Glistering in the arising dawn.
Shimmering a light upon.

New beginnings start this day
as the sun rises in a blessed way.
Glowing over the majestic hills.
Blossoming over the flowered fields.

Rose blossoms absorb the sunlight.
Needed for their breath-taking sight.
Birds chirping as dawn begins.
The sun now awakens.

I remember when my heart

was no longer yours.



Agony and pain would fester

as little bits of misery poured.



Another day of holding back

a fountain of bottled up tears.



Having this hurt inside of me

for days, months, and I hope not years.



Today I'll remember

you are not my valentine...



Because your heart

is no longer with mine..

She inhaled the sweet smells
of the soft, crisp, summer winds.
She touched the pink shells
on the white, coral sands.
She grabbed her pad
and retrieved her blue pen.
She began to add
words to her starting poem.
She described the ocean
as blue as a bird's feathers.
She watched the waves motion
in a brisk yet calming way.
She wrote and wrote
as the wind blew the pages
She noticed a small boat
hitting against the waves.
She finished her write
and felt an amazing feeling.
She knew it would be a great night
for a calm, breezy walk.

Every shooting star
is my heart
uplifting so far.
Billions and billions
but I picked you
out of millions.
Twinkle, twinkle
went my heart
with dashes of sprinkles.
The light in your eyes
shimmers as I smile
with the moon rise.
Together under the stars
no starry night
is better than ours.

Every bump she felt
brought her closer to her destination.
She drew a deep breath
as she left the bus station.

She looked out the window
to the things she knew.
Everything would be different
all with a changed view.

As the bus departed
all became smaller and smaller.
The colors became bleak
and the bus walls grew taller.

She knew it was to leave
for it was her time.
These next life steps
she was ready to climb.

Lying on a pillow
crying tears.
My eyelashes crumble.
I'm trying to face my fears.

Life is hard.
Crying seems easy.
Only in private though.
I don't want to seem needy.

They say crying makes you strong
then why do I feel weak?
I don't understand things.
Why i haven't reached my peak,

Weeping on my pillow
I start to bethink.
It's all right to be me.
My fears start to shrink.

Every color so beautiful
like a painting to your soul.
A sweet and stunning image
shaping your heart as whole.

Colors so fresh to your eyes
absorbing the tones it breathes.
Dyes take over the green
to soft yellow and red leaves.

A time for old things to go
and embrace new things to arrive.
A beautiful image this is.
Such a time to be alive.

Spring morning
of a sweet blessed day.
Birds chirping
in this lovely month of May.

Sun rising
as blue birds sing.
Light shining
what delight this may bring.

Drops
drops of water
run down my face
from my eyes.
I can taste the salts
as my eyes burn
and my heart aches
and my spirit dies.
Pain
pain of sorrow
flows through
my tired body.
I can't feel anything
but bitter pain
surrounding
the inside of me.

Her eyes pressed on all
the colors, textures, and dyes.
The motifs of the trees
glistens as the wind flies.

The blowing causes
a cough in her throat
as she tightens the sash
of her lined, tan coat.

She stands amazed
by the tinges of the lake.
The ripples propel swiftly
causing the bridge to shake.

She glazes at her reflection
in the waves as she walks away.
Still intrigued by blossoming
coloration of this display.

Stand by the sea.
Stand high on a mountain.
Put your feet in and feel free.
Get close to the sun.

Climb trees in the forest.
Feel a breeze from the wind.
Feel safe in your rest.
Flying with no end.

Dance in the rain.
Feel the volcano's heat.
Embrace no pain.
Rumbling under your feet.

It's good to be alive.
Its a blessed day.
Get up and strive.
And breakaway..

she shined,

she glowed

every shimmer

of color showed.



cyan so blue,

mantis so green

press the world

so extreme.



flocks of birds,

waves of the pond

follow her presence

and moved by her wand.



her wings flutter,

and sparkles empurple

around the sky

in one large circle.



Her light glints,

and vivifying

every inch

so mystifying.

Deep in thought

she questions everything.

Wondering every question

her heart begins to swinge.



Her mind is boggled

as she sits on her swing.

Trusting the vines

that are holding up by a string.



If only her beauty

could change what's within,

If her swing can oscillate,

then why can't her heart swing?

doses of droplets

dampened the dark dusk of sky.



a cumulus cloud of coldness

captivated the courses so high.



a wicked, wild wind

whipped as the weather took it's cry.

She picks flowers in the spring
and eats popsicles in the summer heat.
She jumps in piles of leaves in the fall
and in winter fuzzy socks snuggle her feet.

She wears her spring dresses
and swims in the deep.
She shivers in the autumn breeze
and shovels snow filling up quite steep.

She views new plants growing
and tans in the sun so bright.
She glares at the glowing  colors
and plays in a snowball fight.

She looks to the butterflies fluttering
and jumps in a pool.
She picks golden, juicy apples
and is bundled in blankets of wool.

No matter the season
she is giddy  and free.
In every season
she is who she is destined to be.

Every miracle,
every storm,
peace is with you.
You are not alone.

When all is lost,
all hope is gone,
there is fluttering wings
above you like a swan.

Light shines
above their wings,
and sweet songs
beckon as they sing.

When times are tough,
they retrieve from Jesus
to remind our spirits
angels are among us.

He sits at his desk
anxiously tapping his foot.
Unable to concentrate,
and how long time took.

He had a date that night
and that's all he thought about.
He had some exciting thoughts,
but some left in doubt.

He was nervous of what to do
or how to act.
He wanted to be flirty,
but also show tact.

Work was finally over
as the clock hands fell.
He rushed out of the office
hoping his date would go well.

Pleasant smells awaken my senses
as I turn each page.
My mind is in great thought
along with the age.

All I hear is wind drafting at the trees.
and birds singing a sweet, gracious tune.
I retrieved a book from my library
because I wanted to read that afternoon.

Reading in my garden is such a delight.
I lay here and glaze at the flowers
as I unravel every page of my book.
I do this this for countless hours.

His love will never stray away.
He planned it that way.
As beating ended, pain was diminished
With his last breath,He said It is Finished.

Those three days must felt an eternity
but from this act of love we are free.
He rose to show us love never fails.
His power will rain and hail.

Chills tickle our spines
when the story intertwines.
How we got what we didn't deserve.
His love showered in His final words...

She looked around the table
at every smiling face.
She also was smiling
to be happy in the place.

Turkey and mashed potatoes
piled on every flowered plate.
Everything tasted so good
and the company was great.

As she opened her eyes
her dream was not so.
She looked around the table,
everyone eating slowly in silent woe.

Her heart sagged a little
for this is what family has become.
They should be happy to be together
united as one.

I saw you in a hotel room
on vacation with your family.
You saw me with painful eyes
and walked away angry.

My heart sagged like a bag of flour
as you desperately flew by.
I guess you didn't have the audacity
to come and at least say hi.

Later on, you run into me again
in your blue striped polo.
Your hazel eyes breezed into mine
and they did not let go.

His eyes scarred with hurt as he said
"I have really missed you."
We embraced firmly as I inhaled
the soft smells of his polo so blue.

I woke up to my empty and purple room
knowing you are gone from me.
Having to remember every day
that was just a dream, not reality.