The Storm
Do you know
Do you know a storm?
A storm may rush , rush to shore
The shore of your heart.
Don't give up though, every storm will move on.
The clouds will break leaving behind sun rays of hope.
On the mend will be your heart too, if you are will to let go of the hurt.
Tears may fall , the salt of your tears proves  your spirit.

The Rain Moved in
Standing frozen in time
Tears with swollen eyes from pain deep down
Frozen heart
Frozen heart at the present
His dilemma standing on the wide open, the rain moved in,
Wetting his face dampening this grip of reality...
The rain.

Garden of Life
Many showers may fall onto this garden
From the showers the Springtime flowers are now at bloom as well as life..
Some pain may rise though the hurt will go if you are willing to let go.
As a sundial heads past 7:00 the sun begins to set
Casting shadows of doubt onto the out skirts of the garden,
The Garden of life
Though doubt can paralyze the heart know this,
The inner strength of the soul can fight on with more courage, more than you ever knew
There are thorns in this garden of life.
The thorn may cut in to the skin like the hateful words that sting a heart.
The soul will mend the heart as time rolls on.
The beauty of this garden to on lookers, the beauty captures many life forms.

I hate you
I hate how your always right
I hate your smile
I hate your style
I hate how you say good night
I hate your short, hair
I hate your snort
I hate how you care, when no one is there
I hate your confusing ways
I hate your delays
I hate how you annoy me.
I hate your stupid shoes
I hate some of your point views
I hate you
But most of all I hate how you play hide and seek
because you always find me
I know you hate rhyming poems
So I had to create this
for you
;)



                                                                                                                                                                        ~Grace G. Richardson~ 2012