When Power Meets Surrender
in Relationship Poems
When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.
in Relationship Poems
When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.
in Life Lesson Poems
Be careful what you wish for is what I hear them say
it could be your downfall or lift you up one day.
Be careful what you wish for it just might come true
It may bring you happiness or bring you sorrow too.
When a vision of perfect happiness comes into view,
I know every dream leads me to you.
As I lie down to sleep under the stars that shine,
I dream of a time when you are mine.
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 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...
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 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.
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.