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Joss Lennox Mar 30
So fight the feeling//
& hide your tears

it'll all be over
in 100 years//
short poem written around 5/2024 while writing this, I was thinking about how fast life goes by and how important it is to stay present.
Joss Lennox Apr 14
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
Joss Lennox Apr 1
April unveils proof,
within the course of fate,
during the days of downpour & rain,
frightening showers forge new ways,
for vibrant May flowers
to bloom in place.
I wrote this to help calm my nerves regarding sharing my poetry. I'm my own worst critic and want everything I do to be perfect and that just isn't possible. It was me, getting the confidence to just do it, regardless of what anyone thinks or says. It was me finding the courage to believe in myself, because of my own insecurities. I thought the title was catchy, aside from the typical "April fools"
what is our purpose, if not to help,
why do we say these things, when they're not felt,
so focused on our next big break,
we've forgotten everyone it takes.

not meant to sit alone, meant to stand & test,
for those who refuse, for those who can't,
our helping hands only help so much,
set up against social norms & Picassos,
left to bludgeon, burgeon & bargain,
still only to be second best,
what Einstein life is this,
not one we lose to win.
A call to remember our shared humanity. A purposeful life should lift all, not just the few.
Joss Lennox Apr 11
back in the zone, back to facing my darkest shadows,
refusing to settle for outdated versions,
choosing to confront, not run
here is where I meet myself, without the judge,
with more understanding,
and unconditional love,
because if there were no struggle,
to some degree,
how would I even begin to know the real me?
Writing has always been a way for me to express myself. I hope sharing some of it helps anyone struggling to find their voice.
Joss Lennox Apr 14
Locking eyes created a burning flame.
The look that lingers across the room,
or silently haunts throughout lifetime frames.
The gaze that wanders through mysteries, of who you might be.
Finding yourself in lingering thoughts,
the mind retreats into dreamscape spots.
Drawing images of creamy gardenias,  
Tangled up mazes of wing laced dreams.
Echos from the soul, like quiet thunder, willingly sparks.
Alluring radiance from breath taking oceans and streams.  
Weaving canvases of braided devotions,
only from your golden, sun lit beam.
As time folded on, you became the warm center of my vision,
my eyes forever found a path fate seated.
Writer's Digest April PAD Challenge Poetry Prompt for April 13, 2025
"Full __" fill in the "blank". I chose to write about the first time meeting my husband, those first moments and looks. How they turned into vows and long lasting commitment to each other through various hardships.
Joss Lennox Apr 10
there's progress in the small steps
there's learning in the calm
and I'm just grateful to be here
learning from you all
❤️
You all inspire me so much with how well and thought out your writing is, thank you!
Joss Lennox Apr 17
today, I'm a leaf clinging—
on a morning branch swinging
long stretched evenings
giving haiku another shot. I wrote this poem to describe how I'm feeling today, to put it simply, I'm tired from not getting enough sleep and from work/responsibilities. I honestly have no excuse, my husband and I have been staying up too late watching our shows (now I really sound like I'm 111). We don't get a lot of time together once we get our kids to bed, so we tend to lose track of time.
Joss Lennox Apr 4
Happiness starts with me
clearing the debris
for all to see
changing the frequency
on internal healing
finding joy in the small things
through hope in believing
fueled by enthusiasm
sparking opportunities
to turn dreams
into realities
creating new memories
protecting our souls harmony
together, with my family
I am I
and only me
positive affirmations for a healthy mindset
Joss Lennox Apr 2
my dear,
did you happen to know,
the mountains don't stare at the trees,
only the birds do so,
the oceans do not wait for rivers to flow,
before making waves out of ways the wind blows.
believing in ourselves brings innovation in ways we may never have realized before.
Joss Lennox Apr 8
but,
I think it's a brave thing to do,
when you start something new.
allowing the past to assist/not lead,
admitting you're not the best/ but trying to be,
therein lies true strength/ authentic humility.
not to disrespect/ just to overcome,
the need for perfection/ the rush to get it done.
because in poetry we can say it,
in any which way we want.
I wrote this when I started realizing I wanted to pursue writing to share with the intent of helping anyone who's afraid to start new things. I hope you have just enough confidence to choose yourself and begin again, even if it's for the 1st or hundredth time.
The race to the top of silver rain mountain,
it's on the way down to the rivers of riches,
headed out west on golden threaded miles,
through the trees of greeds green ghosts,
in valleys of gilded breaths and golden hushes,
merchants, muses blow on as paper winds,
stay a while on beggars promises,
all to collect their coin of dreams.
greed is a hollow journey. pursuit of love, kindness, gratefulness, community, equality, fairness and peace i.e. things with depth will forever hold more value. greed can be found, of course, in all of these. Be grateful for what you have when you have it, even when you're struggling to make ends meet, especially then.
Joss Lennox Apr 15
facing deepest truth—
in the belly of the whale
finding purpose there
my attempt at Haiku for Writer's Digest daily poetry prompt writing challenge for April 15, 2025, "Write a poetic form poem and/or anti-form poem." I chose to write about liminal spaces, essentially because, I'm almost drawn to them. Although most of them tend to be nostalgic, eerie, isolating, haunting, confusing or disorienting, I find the transition to be beautiful. There's a sense of hope in uncertainty that I find remarkable in all of us. How we overcome our obstacles and turn them into our victories. They're incredibly inspirational to me. Looking at it from a melancholic view, I think most writers/poets are melancholic, or at least a little cholic (you'll only get this if you're an office fan, maybe not even then). I tend to be drawn to nostalgia or even longing or heartbreak. It's morbid and depressing I guess, but I find loads of learning, inspiration and opportunity there.
Joss Lennox Apr 11
This morning, out my windowsill
was a vibrant cardinal resting tranquil and still,
sitting on a limb with solace and halcyon calm,
singing a soothingly mellifluous song,
all of a sudden, emotions flooded upon me,
a nostalgic moment, from when I was young,
years upon years ago,
my grandmothers making breakfast,
my grandfather, reading the paper across from me,
in good health, laughing,
we're both content as can be,
there, just for a moment, we're together again
every time I see a cardinal now, I think of him
my own warm, sweet memories
from a simpler time, now intertwined
My grandparents were a big part in helping raise me. My grandfather, who was like a father to me, loved cardinals and would always point them out to me. After he passed, I began to see so many cardinals, which comforted me through the pain of losing him. Now every time I see a cardinal, I think of him, his warmth, his laugh and I remember how much I miss him, but also how nice it is to know he's still around, sending me cardinals.
Joss Lennox Mar 31
I think I had a thought once,
not sure where it went

I think I had a choice,
before their automatic consent

I think I had a body,
until it was covered under a glass ceiling of intersectionality,
disguised as empowerment & healing

I think I had ambitions,
but I wasn't allowed to share them f r e e l y

I think I had a story,
which included originality, not mass produced 'bots

I think I think a lot,
it's okay though, only when it helps with the plot

I think I had a life,
built on standards of equality, for all to prevail

I think I was The Foreman,
who settled on being the female
thoughts from a feminine point of view, as a mother who's willingly put her own goals on hold to help with raising a family. also can be perceived from a feminist point of view for women's equality in the world.
Joss Lennox Mar 30
Lost in the woods
no trail to follow
Thoughts like trees
quiet & hollow
Bird sung nightmares
days without ends
Alone with the leaves
no cellphone friends
Impossible to sleep with harsh winds/
hungry wolves all around
Fighting with demons
desperate for a way out
Your time's almost up
to escape the darkness
to depend on the sun
Ravens gather
Rats parade
Vultures begin circling
The sun starts to shade
Familiar footprints remind you
repeating patterns add to the charade
no more backwards view
only moving forward
only pushing through
This poem is a metaphor for feeling alone in life and the different situations we each get in, but having only ourselves to depend on when making a decision towards positive changes and mindset.
Joss Lennox Apr 1
the path to peace
cannot be parallel
to the manipulation of power
release the urge to control
poetry & spontaneity,
are one in the same,
each piece its own,
spinning wheels on different days,
reminiscent of springtime rain.
My writing is adjacent to this. As I think it is for most poets. We're writing from an unforced flow of thinking, without OVERthinking it. Usually unplanned, and often, not always knowing the outcome or purpose until finished. Each poem is its own.  Rupi Kaur is a great example of this.
Joss Lennox Apr 6
Resentment hits in the middle of a good day
demanding you let it creep in
like the grimy spiders
spinning their web of lies
& those slithery snakes
with their venomous bites
the ones that killed you
& made you die
about a hundred times

Resentment is by far
the hardest lesson of all
Rising above it
setting it to the side
& out of your mind
so you can continue
holding your breath
moving on with a smile
a little dark, but true. feel your feels, but don't stay there for too long.
she softly walks
watching people as they pass her by
she stops at red lights and stop signs
pauses through yellow
along the way she listens to Lana
who sings to her in a sweet way
she's got messy hair and a messy room
a big heart on her face
she loves with a love no one gets
but still loves nonetheless
Joss Lennox Apr 18
the mirrorless child sits alone
wondering which truth is their own
for they were not taught of twists and plots
or shown visions of their own worth
comfort zones aren't made of heroes
who you become is not your reflection
which holds the truth
but the devil has his own house of mirrors
and I wouldn't dare to enter
I wrote this poem about my own self discovery, growing up, struggling with identity, self worth and the confusion of this all mixed with life when left to navigate it on my own, without direction. I feel like many of us can relate to these same circumstances. I'd love to read your perspectives!
Joss Lennox Apr 19
Though the world may rage,
like gilded nightingales caught in a cage,
our souls can still sing softly.

The earth may crack with no footfall to faucet,
the fault doesn't always fall with the wind,
sometimes, the storm begins within.

This is why the search begins,
beneath the surface, where the silence knows our name,
where the echoes go to live.
I wrote this poem regarding times throughout my life I've felt stuck or "caged" due to societal norms. It's about introspection and resilience in a world full of noise and pain, committed to pushing their own narrative. When we're able to go within, true healing and strength begins. Diving deep into our silence to discover our authentic self, then fight like hell to defend it.
The weighted blanket,
I wasn't meant to carry,
layer after layer,
of burned threads,
leaving stains where they are,
for it wasn't made for my bed.
I wrote this poem about burdens, traumas, life events, that occur in each of our lives that weren't ours, but somehow or for some reason, fell on us to be responsible for or to take on its identity.
Joss Lennox Mar 31
The worst part was thinking I saw you,
A you with depth,
A depth that matched mine,
But you just turned out to be
like everyone else.
when the rose colored glasses start to fade...
clarity comes in waves, you weren't searching for,
like pieces of shipwreck, floating to the surface,
flooding the face, with forgotten memories
recounting treasures, once lost at sea.
Poem-A-Day Challenge for April 25th "write a memory poem".
Joss Lennox Mar 31
You saw me when I was i n v i s i b l e
&
healed me until I was INVINCIBLE
for those who see us, when we don't feel seen
and hear us, when we don't feel heard.
Joss Lennox Apr 13
Balance & harmony dance side by side, under the blushing pink moon tonight.
Across the cosmic divide, petals falling, eyes glancing, as they're gracefully gliding around the illuminated divine.
A love written in scales & stars, floating under opal, moonlit skies.
We'll meet the veil in silken waves during the pink moon's rise.  
Venus whispers sweet truths, from eyes in shades of greens & blues.
Within a galaxy of ethereal embrace, where flowers of blushing rose awaken in full bloom.
💕🌕
a romantic poem about my love (my husband) and April's pink moon in Libra
Joss Lennox Apr 6
We all want to be U n I q u e,
while still following the crowd,

don't be afraid to stand out,
don't be afraid to get LOUD.
short and to the point

also, why do I want to quote anchorman right now (iykyk)
And, on the third day, He rose again,
not because we earned it,
or even deserved it,
after all betrayals and sin,
unconditional love remained within.
For these things were always the key,
to letting it be.
Sin will never win,
in the end of the world,
my friend.
Love, grace and forgiveness portray the "keys to peace". That's what my poem is about. Without having these for our fellow "man", we'll stay in constant battles and chaos. Sin doesn't have the final say or "win", goodness and redemption will prevail further, regardless of your spiritual/religious/christianity beliefs. This has been proven time and time again.
The forgotten book—
a dusty shelf, tucked away,
had so much to say.
Writer's Digest Poetry Prompt PAD Challenge of the day, "Write a book poem." I wrote this about finding/coming back to/making time for one's own creativity. Even in small, but purposeful ways. Writing is important to me and even within the busyness of my own world, it's necessary for me to make some time, each week, to do the things I enjoy doing.
Joss Lennox Apr 4
connection begins,
where fear ends.
don't be afraid to put your creativity out there!

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