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Caged Bird
- By Maya Angelou
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Caged Bird By Maya Angelou was first published in her book, "Shaker, Why Don't You Sing?" in 1983. The poem is a Metaphor illustrating the differences between African-Americans and Whites during the civil rights era. The author, a black woman who grew up in the South during this era, is expressing her feelings at the discrimination she faced during her life. Her first autobiography published in 1970 is titled, "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"

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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
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When I Am With Her
- By Richard Giron
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
Dedicated to my best friend, Joyce. Sometimes your soulmate is just your best friend.

Poem About What It Means To Love

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When I am without her,
the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
When I am without her,
the clouds are dark and foreboding.

When I am without her,
the sun doesn't shine as brightly.
When I am without her,
the clouds are dark and foreboding.
When I am without her,
the birds don't sing as sweetly.
When I am without her,
the walls close in on me.
When I am without her,
in the depths of my hell, whispering her name sustains me.
But when I am with her,
she lifts me up.
When I am with her,
I have the strength to move mountains.
When I am with her,
I can withstand anything.
When I am with her,
her smile warms my very soul.
When I am with her,
the angels sing her name.
When I am with her,
I fall in love all over again.
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Every Day My Love For You Grows
- By Chelsea Luamanuvae
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2011 with permission of the Author.
I met a guy this year. First I thought he would just be another one of my guy friends. Then I started talking to him more and we started hanging out a lot, and somewhere in between all of that I started to fall for him.

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Every day that passes us by
all I could think of is this one guy.
I never thought I'd feel this way,
but the feeling I have I want to stay.

Every day that passes us by
all I could think of is this one guy.
I never thought I'd feel this way,
but the feeling I have I want to stay.

Every day I want to tell you how I feel,
but I'm afraid of the answer you may reveal.
I'm terrified of your rejection
'cause, boy, all I want is your acceptance.

Every day my love for you seems to grow.
I just don't know how to let you know.
But one thing that will last a while
is that my love for you will never be in denial.
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A True Friend
- By Nicole
- Published by Family Friend Poems November 2007 with permission of the Author.
The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

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Before you became a friend of mine,
We knew each other for quite some time.
I hate to say we wasted a year and a half.
I'm glad we can now look back and laugh.

Before you became a friend of mine,
We knew each other for quite some time.
I hate to say we wasted a year and a half.
I'm glad we can now look back and laugh.

It's funny how things turned out.
I wish I could say I never had a doubt.
Truth is, I'm proud to say
You and I have come a long, long way.

You touch the lives of people you know.
You walk around with a humble glow.
You've been a best friend to me,
One that will last an eternity.

I know my secrets you will keep.
On your shoulder I can weep.
You always listen and never judge me,
Always understand so objectively.

You light up a room when you walk in.
I'm so fortunate that my friend you've been.
You are the epitome of a best friend, a true ten.
I wish I had known that way back then.

Words can't convey what you mean.
A better friend I have yet seen.
You confide in me, and I in you.
You are a friend who's completely true.

I never thought we'd be friends like this.
A lifetime of this we almost missed.
I'm blessed things have turned out this way.
I thank God for you every day.

I'm thankful it was not too late.
My friendship with you was well worth the wait.
I love you for all that you are.
There's no better friend by far.
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I'm Dying On The Inside
- By Ashley
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2009 with permission of the Author.
I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

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You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You see a smile on the outside,
But that's all you can see.
What if tears run down my face on the inside?

You hear a laugh on the outside,
But that's all you can hear.
What if I'm crying out for help on the inside?

You smell the scent I wear every day on the outside,
But that's all you can smell.
What if it smells of death on the inside?

You feel soft, smooth skin on the outside,
But that's all you feel.
What if I'm being torn apart on the inside?

You taste sweet lips kissing you on the outside,
But that's all you can taste.
What if my lips taste of blood on the inside?

You can tell I'm happy on the outside,
But what if you can't tell I'm dying on the inside?

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A Friend In Need Is A Friend Indeed
- By Bea Williams
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2011 with permission of the Author.
I've always felt that true friendship is very important. The old saying, "A friend in need is a friend indeed," goes a long way. True friends will always be there for you, and you can always count on them, so my favorite thing to write about is friendship.

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Friends are far, friends are near.
Friends will be there to lend an ear.
They listen, laugh, and care,
But most of all, they're always there.

Friends are far, friends are near.
Friends will be there to lend an ear.
They listen, laugh, and care,
But most of all, they're always there.

Through thick and thin, up and down,
Your true friends are always around.
For treats, hugs, and real big smiles,
They'll travel to you from several miles.

They'll always be there to hold you tight.
Anytime, no matter if it's day or night.
You really know when your friends are sincere
When they always show up to lend their ear.
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In Spite Of You
- By Jennifer A. Boulch
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2016 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this poem when I discovered my fiance had slept with my friend. It was a low point in my life, and I was so angry, I had to vent on paper.

Poem About Betrayal And Hurt

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Angry
Mad
Livid
Furious

Angry
Mad
Livid
Furious
Pissed
At you

Sad
Depressed
Heartbroken
Morose
Melancholy
Because of you

Unbreakable
Strong
Resilient
Flexible
Tough
In spite of you
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If Only
- By Petra Sheane
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2015 with permission of the Author.
Every night I dream of how the world could be a better place. I long for the simplest of changes, simple acts of kindness, love, truth, and simple whispers of hope in the night sky. When I see these dreams each night as I pray, the only words that come to my mind are, "If only..."

Poem About Hope For The World

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If Only...
A prayer was held in our nation,
Beauty was seen in more ways than one,
Children who are lost could find their salvation,

If Only...
A prayer was held in our nation,
Beauty was seen in more ways than one,
Children who are lost could find their salvation,
Death was slain and torture was done.

If Only...
Earth was awakened after years of endurance,
Forgotten feelings were rekindled anew,
God was man's only path and assurance,
Hope was the foundation of the world we knew.

If Only...
I knew more stories than those that were told,
Joy was a plague, and peace a disease,
Knowledge was worth more than silver and gold,
Love was sacred and endless as the seas.

If Only...
Miracles were seen more than daylight,
Never was replaced with forever,
Our eyes could see through the dark of the night,
Passion lived in us more than ever.

If Only...
Questions were answered, and answers were questioned,
Roses were pure and without thorns,
Sadness received only love and affection,
The empty knew why it was they were born.

If Only...
Us as a nation would join hands in song,
Victory was a gift to the humble,
When tears were shed, the earth felt strong,
Exalted men would fall and crumble.

If Only...
You and I would last forever.

If Only...
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Tell Me It's Okay
- By Tiffany Underwood
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2018 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this after having lost a baby. It would have been our second child (and first daughter). We named her Casey Lynn.
A quote I love always comes to mind when thinking of her:
"An angel in the Book of Life
wrote down my baby's birth;
then whispered as she closed the book -
Too beautiful for Earth."
Fly high on angel wings, my love! (12-4-07)

Mourning Poem Healing After Loss

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Tell me it's okay
To just want to cry.
Tell me it's okay
To never say goodbye.

Tell me it's okay
To just want to cry.
Tell me it's okay
To never say goodbye.

Tell me it's okay
To be afraid to be strong.
Tell me it's okay
And that you're comin' along.

Tell me it's okay
And that you're staying by me.
Tell me it's okay,
And that this life is meant to be.

Tell me it's okay
To feel how I'm feeling.
Tell me it's okay -
The way that I am dealing.

Tell me it's okay -
That there is a reason for it all.
Tell me it's okay,
Even if I fall.

Tell me it's okay
To lose control today.
Tell me it's okay.
Just tell me it's okay.
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Last Chance
- By Stefanie
- Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the Author.
A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

Poem To Dad From Angry Daughter

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My heart aches, Dad,
For the things you won't do.
My soul breaks, Dad,
For all that we've been through.

My heart aches, Dad,
For the things you won't do.
My soul breaks, Dad,
For all that we've been through.

I fear it's too late, Dad,
To mend my broken heart.
I'm so full of hate, Dad,
I don't know where to start.

You took away my hope, Dad,
That I would ever be loved,
And now I'm left to cope, Dad,
As I watch you love your son.

I want to scream and yell, Dad,
But I fear my voice will crack.
I want so much to tell you, Dad,
That I can't always take you back.

Please listen to my words, Dad,
For they are all that I can say.
I want you to treat me like I'm yours, Dad,
And not just throw me away.

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If Only I Knew
- By Sennette Gaoses
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2014 with permission of the Author.
I wrote this emotional poem when I started thinking about the things regarding my sister Mencia Gawanas that I took for granted. I thought that she'd always be around, so there were all these things that I thought I would always have. I thought she'd always text me, or smile at me, or call me. I thought I would have her in my life forever. Alas, God had a different plan for us. I just wish I knew that I would have her for so little a time, for she was only 20.

Emotional Poem About Death Cutting Young Life Short

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If only I knew that our time would be so brief,
Spoiled you rotten I would have done.

If only I knew that would be our last phone call,

If only I knew that our time would be so brief,
Spoiled you rotten I would have done.

If only I knew that would be our last phone call,
Just to listen to you speak, held on longer I would have done.

If only I knew that would be your last text,
Kept it in my inbox I would have done.

If only I knew it was the last time I was seeing you,
Called you back and hugged you tight I would have done.

If only I knew it was the last time I would see you smile,
Stood longer and watch you smile I would have done.

If only I knew that I was seeing your face for the last time,
Memorize all its features I would have done.

If only I knew that God would take you away so soon,
Spend all my time with you I would have done.

There are a lot of things I would have done differently
If only I had known.
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The One
- By Crystal R. Adame
- Published by Family Friend Poems February 2006 with permission of the Author.
From a girl to her mother, a lovely tribute to a lovely mother.
To my mother who raised me and was there when I needed her.
I love you!

Tribute To Mother Poem

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The one who brought me down to earth
And held me every day.
The one who gracefully gave me birth
And said, I love you in every way.

The one who brought me down to earth
And held me every day.
The one who gracefully gave me birth
And said, I love you in every way.

The one who taught me everything,
Like how to crawl and walk.
The one who taught me how to sing
After learning how to talk.

The one who told me, stay in school
And always play nice.
The one who told me, keep it cool,
And gave me good advice.

The one who taught me how to read
And how to do my math.
The one who taught me how to bead
And told me to take a bath.

The one who lectured, school before a man
And to love one another.
Believe me that this woman
Can be no one but my Mother!
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A Poison Tree
- By William Blake
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This poem by William Blake (1757-1827 London) depicts the value of not holding bad feelings inside. In the poem, he suggests that sharing your bad feelings with the one you are angry about will cause the ill will to disappear. On the other hand, holding a grudge inside will only make it grow more powerful. The poem ends with a murder in a garden.

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I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright.
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole,
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretchd beneath the tree.
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Nature's Way
- By Heidi Campbell
- Published by Family Friend Poems July 2007 with permission of the Author.
Dare to take a look at this peaceful spring day.
The poem uses the 5 senses to describe nature. Using the 5 senses in writing creates a clearer picture and makes the readers feel a part of the setting.

Poem About Enjoying Spring

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Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way.
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.

Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way.
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.

The grass will poke between your toes,
Smell the flowers with your nose.
Clouds form shapes within the skies,
And light will glisten from your eyes.

Hear the buzzing of the bees,
Climb the tallest willow trees.
Look across the meadow way,
And you shall see a young deer play.

Pick the daisies as they grow,
Watch a gentle cold stream flow.
Know the sounds of water splash,
Catch its glimmer in a flash.

When altogether all seems sound,
Lay yourself upon the ground.
Take a moment to inhale,
And listen to Nature tell her tale...
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You Were Inside Me
- By Shirley Daley
- Published by Family Friend Poems April 2011 with permission of the Author.
This poem is for any woman who lives with the regret of having an abortion.

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You were inside me but only for a while.
Only in my dreams do I embrace your smile.

In my thoughts I see you, my bleeding heart is torn

You were inside me but only for a while.
Only in my dreams do I embrace your smile.

In my thoughts I see you, my bleeding heart is torn
for my darling little baby who would never be born.

Though my arms ache to hold you, my grief so hard to bear.
The pain you must have felt that day, my pain cannot compare.

If I could live my life again, there would be one less regret.
The day I took my baby's life, the day I can't forget.
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Just Like
- By Katherine Ayala
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2008 with permission of the Author.
This poem is all about using similes. The poet compares her situation to various objects. Our experiences in life can be compared to objects. For example, if someone is bright and cheery, we might compare her to a ray of sunshine. If someone is mean, we might compare those words to the hiss of a snake.

Short Poem About Breaking Up With A Good Friend

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Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life

Just like a glass
my heart is broken
Just like a star
you light up my life
Just like a rose
that blooms it's beauty
Just like the rain
that never stops crying
Just like another human being
you let go of me
Just like others
you broke my heart
Just like clouds
you are soft
Just like bullets
that you shot into my heart
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Haiku Year
- By Paul Holmes
- Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014 with permission of the Author.
A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

Haiku Poem About Months Of The Year

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JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.

JANUARY
Delightful display
Snowdrops bow their pure white heads
To the sun's glory.

FEBRUARY
Fresh green buds appear
Indicating spring will soon
Energize us all.

MARCH
Lambs gambol in fields
Frisky with the joys of life
Bleating happily.

APRIL
Bluebells stand so proud
Beneath trees so sparsely dressed
Fresh green leaves unfold.

MAY
Much awaited sound
Echoes heard amid dense trees
Cuckoo has arrived.

JUNE
Parks and gardens burst
With sounds and vibrant colours
Perfect harmony.

JULY
Beaches become full
Of families having fun
In sand and big waves.

AUGUST
Ripe golden harvest
Burning sun in azure skies
Labours rewarded.

SEPTEMBER
Swallows congregate
On telephone wires ready
To migrate down south.

OCTOBER
Red and gold leaves fall,
Crunchy as cornflakes beneath
Feet on a crisp morn.

NOVEMBER
Frosty webs sparkle
In the early morning sun
Brightly bejeweled.

DECEMBER
First few flakes of snow
Dust gardens like icing on
A chocolate cake.
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I love this poem sooooo much! Can't stop reading it. I am in love with the absolute perfect descriptions of each month...great job Paul.

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An Ocean Of Memories
- By Kimberly L. Briones
- Published by Family Friend Poems June 2006 with permission of the Author.
This poem uses metaphors to create a strong sense of structure, which helps it flow. Each stanza compares a family member to a object in the ocean.

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My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My family is the ocean around us.

My father is the hurricane,
knocking anything and everybody out of his path.

My mother is the sunshine after the storm (my father),
clearing and calming everything else.

My oldest brother is the sand,
kicked and blown away by my dad,
but warmed with care by my mom.

My oldest sister is the breeze in the wind,
cool, quiet, and there when you need her.

My other two brothers are the stingrays,
dangerous,
but also willing to fight anyone who comes along.

And I,
I am an old ship at the bottom of the sea,
lost, abandoned, but full of memories.
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Candy Corn
- By Jan R
- Published by Family Friend Poems December 2014 with permission of the Author.
One Halloween, I was inspired to write a sonnet about candy corn while I was studying Shakespeare. There is something so simple about the confection, yet it possesses complex symbolism. In case a reader does not catch it, I will explain! The sonnet as a whole explains the colors of candy corn: white, orange, and yellow. Each stanza then focuses on one color and lists examples of how that color applies to the subject of Halloween!

Shakespearean Sonnet For Halloween

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Analysis of Form and Technique

Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
And thus the small summit embodies white.

Against the black void, looms the lunar sphere.
Hungry ghosts haunt, satisfied by fright.
Oh my! The children's faces blanch in fear.
And thus the small summit embodies white.

Dwindle do the autumn leaves to the ground.
From the fire, the cold meets its warm demise.
Halloween's favorite gourd, carved and round
And thus the middle is where orange lies.

Farms and tractor-pulled rides, hay is handy.
The black cat's eerie eyes gleam from its face.
The vegetable tastes not like the candy.
And thus concludes yellow to form the base.

White, orange, and yellow make something sweet.
Enjoy some candy corn, Halloween's treat!
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Tapestry
- By Lesley Elaine Greenwood
- Published by Family Friend Poems March 2013 with permission of the Author.
Hi I'm Lesley, a retired teacher enjoying my three grandchildren. I started writing poetry seriously when my eleven year old daughter, Heather died suddenly in the Spring of 1995. I was able to express my feelings through verse and this helped me come to terms with the massive hole that she left in my world. So a lot of my poems mix sadness and happiness. Nature and friendship are also important to me, the beauty around us and within us.

Poem Painting A Picture With Words

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Analysis of Form and Technique

If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between

I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells
And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells.
I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea,
A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.

Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains
Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes.
I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups,
Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.

I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free
Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.
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Dedicated to my best friend, Joyce. Sometimes your soulmate is just your best friend.

I met a guy this year. First I thought he would just be another one of my guy friends. Then I started talking to him more and we started hanging out a lot, and somewhere in between all of that I started to fall for him.

The poet tells about the forming of a close friendship.

I'm unhappy, but nobody can tell. I hide it.

I've always felt that true friendship is very important. The old saying, "A friend in need is a friend indeed," goes a long way. True friends will always be there for you, and you can always count on them, so my favorite thing to write about is friendship.

I wrote this poem when I discovered my fiance had slept with my friend. It was a low point in my life, and I was so angry, I had to vent on paper.

Every night I dream of how the world could be a better place. I long for the simplest of changes, simple acts of kindness, love, truth, and simple whispers of hope in the night sky. When I see these dreams each night as I pray, the only words that come to my mind are, "If only..."

A poem to her dad from a daughter who is slipping away before his eyes.

From a girl to her mother, a lovely tribute to a lovely mother. To my mother who raised me and was there when I needed her. I love you!

Dare to take a look at this peaceful spring day. The poem uses the 5 senses to describe nature. Using the 5 senses in writing creates a clearer picture and makes the readers feel a part of the setting.

This poem is for any woman who lives with the regret of having an abortion.

A haiku describing nature for each of the twelve months of the year.

This poem uses metaphors to create a strong sense of structure, which helps it flow. Each stanza compares a family member to a object in the ocean.

From a girl to her mother, a lovely tribute to a lovely mother.
To my mother who raised me and was there when I needed her.
I love you!

Dare to take a look at this peaceful spring day.
The poem uses the 5 senses to describe nature. Using the 5 senses in writing creates a clearer picture and makes the readers feel a part of the setting.