In-Between
in Change Poems
I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.
in Change Poems
I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.
Peggy, Thank you so much for your heartfelt message. I'm deeply moved to know that In-Between resonated with you and brought some comfort during this tender time in your life. I'm so sorry...
Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.
in Hurting Poems
If only I could turn back time and relive my days with you,
I'd hold on tight with all my might when I found my way to you.
If only you knew how I felt lost when I knew what I left behind,
you'd understand why I felt the need to turn back the hands of time.
in Faith Poems
Heavenly Angels, Messengers of God, you speak to me with numbers of love:
111: Stay positive and know the desires of heart and soul.
222: Keep your faith alive and always trust in the Lord.
333: You are surrounded and loved by God above.
The map of the heart is a rugged terrain
that throws you off course causing pleasure or pain.
Uncharted territory with no paths or roads
where battles are fought or love can grow.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
Why do I fade to gray when everyone else is bright?
Why am I without color living between black and white?
Why am I held captive in a place that is unknown?
Why am I invisible and living in the gray zone?
Marcia,
It is now July 9, 2025.
Are things any better?
Prayers are with you, even though I do not know you except for your poems on this website.
God bless.
in Christmas Poems
During this festive season of giving
there are many Christmas wishes you are deserving.
Because your gift of friendship is the best I've received,
your gift is these Christmas miracles to believe.
in Fantasy Poems
There's a place called home where everything feels right,
a place that's enchanting and beautiful and its own paradise,
a place of wonder and excitement and its own playland.
This place called home is known as wonderland.
in Hurting Poems
Do you remember me like I remember you
and wonder how our lives might be if we had said “I do”?
If I could hear those three little words that made my life complete,
my heart would know what my ears had heard and probably skip a beat.
The stars shone bright one silent night when shepherds saw a brilliant light.
They heard the angels sing their song, "The Lord, the Savior has been born.
In swaddling clothes You'll find the babe within a manger filled with hay."
The angels sang: