Will I Lose Myself?
in Aging Poems
Will I slowly wither like a leaf
That falls upon the earth?
Once void of all its Autumn hues,
It loses all its worth.
in Aging Poems
Will I slowly wither like a leaf
That falls upon the earth?
Once void of all its Autumn hues,
It loses all its worth.
Here's to that very first friend that I made.
The one who said "yes" when I asked her to play.
Whose name I'd repeat over and over again
So astounded and grateful that she was my friend.
When I was young and insecure,
And desperate to be liked.
I tended to withdraw in pain
And flee instead of fight.
in Snow Poems
There's a silence so loud that it's deafening,
And the sun seems unusually bright.
The world is awakening to a bitter cold morn
And a crystalline blanket of white.
I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble on your poetry, which I very much enjoy. Like you, I am retired and finding writing poetry very therapeutic, both in lockdown and because my husband...
Time passes all so quickly,
Moments melting into years.
It's true, time waits for no one,
And the end is always near.
Another lovely poem, Patricia - keep them coming. Very best wishes, Ann
Our political views mean nothing,
There are no sides to take.
Both young and old must be prepared
To fight for all our sakes.
There once was a woman
Who grew old with time.
She bore her life story
In the curve of her spine.
Oh Patricia, another lovely poem. I find all your poetry so relatable - it speaks to my heart. Please keep writing. Very best wishes, Ann
The moon reflects the fallen snow
And makes it light as day
I lay awake upon my bed,
As the clock tick tocks away.
In the damp, dusty cellar, surrounded by boxes,
Our excitement just grows without measure.
Searching and sorting with loud shouts of glee,
As we uncovered the grand Christmas treasure.
I'm sitting at the window,
My cheeks are damp and chilled.
I feel melancholic and nostalgic
As I rest my head upon the sill.