Pat Fleming

Pat Fleming

About Pat Fleming

Started writing at an early age and kept journals over the years. After retiring in 2016, wrote primarily poetry every day. This site is the best of all and I am still so grateful to have found it. There are some immensely talented writers on here.
I have not been writing quite as often lately but I keep my hand in it. My other hobbies include coloring, I'm addicted, and reading, swimming in the ocean and kayaking. I love words and water! I have lived in NJ my whole life and still live there with my husband and my 5th rescued cat, Sammy.

On December 8, 2023, Austin Macauley Publishers released my first book of poetry. It is entitled, "Being Human In This Crazy World" by Patricia Fleming. It can be found online on many book seller sites all over the world. Just Google the title and author and you will find all the locations. It would be a tremendous honor if my peers and fellow poets would read my book and don't be afraid to let me know what you really think.

    Poems by Pat Fleming

  • He Stole Me

    • Published: July 1, 2025

    in Fear Poems

    At first his knocks were timid
    but his intentions were depraved.
    I felt my darkest fears arising
    as he grew more angry and half-crazed.

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  • The Beauty Of A Summer Night

    • Published: June 8, 2025

    in Summer Poems

    As the sun starts to fade into twilight
    and a peacefulness settles in,
    even nature grows lazy and sleepy
    as the hum of the crickets begin.

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    I can see it, feel it and hear it - you have created such a vivid picture. Thank you, Patricia, for yet another beautiful poem. Love and very best wishes, Ann.

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  • The True Warrior Inside

    • Published: May 27, 2025

    in Aging Poems

    You may not know how old she is
    But I'm quite sure you'll recognize.
    It doesn't take a rocket scientist
    To see the ravages of time.

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    Oh Pat, I just love your poetry. I am so damned old myself it's great to read a poem that sums up how I feel about my aged self. Keep writing! Love and very best wishes, Ann.

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  • Now What's Left Of Me

    • Published: May 26, 2025

    in Depression Poems

    I'm slipping back into that hole
    And my hopes are wearing thin.
    I try to take a different path
    Still, I hear it beckoning.

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    Another great poem. I've had depression, but not quite as bad. However, it's great that you can write about it, as I'm sure it will connect with many people who know exactly what you are...

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  • Sunny's Wish For Mom

    • Published: August 7, 2024

    in Pet Friend Poems

    The sun rose in her radiance
    Above fields of green and gold.
    She embraced Him with her subtle warmth
    As in the morning glow, He strolled.

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  • Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
  • 7 months ago

Our pets are sometimes a mirror to ourselves. The relationship is extremely deep. They can see into our souls and help make us believe that we are worthwhile and deserving of love. They sit with us when everyone else is gone. They become a huge part of us. You are so honest and brave in your writing. You show your vulnerability and it is beautiful to see and so easy to relate too. I thank God every day for my Sammy. He is my best friend and the way he looks at me, well at least I know he loves me. You rhyme is perfect and I remain so envious of your ability to express a complicated human feeling and relationship in such few words. You are a true poet and wordsmith. Hope you are well! Your friend, Pat

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  • Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
  • 7 months ago

Now that I'm getting older every day, I often wonder if I will get to this point. As usual, so simplistically, you spoke of tremendous loss in an elderly person's life. I did a paper for school once on depression in the elderly and I learned that doctors are so busy laying on the meds for all the physical problems that they seldom consider that the person may just be deeply depressed. You touched on all the losses this poor woman has endured from her personal possessions to the death of her family, loss of her home which for me would be unbearable. In essence they lose themselves, little by little. Do they ever really feel safe and comfortable again and what do they do with those parts of themselves they loved that now lay dormant, untapped and forgotten by everyone except them. Age to me is the cruelest part of humanity. Your words were incredibly sad, even between the lines. You captured that loss impeccably. Amazing work, as usual! Your friend, Pat

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  • Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
  • 7 months ago

Ann, your ability to express the deepest, most painful emotions in such simplistic ways with a few perfectly chosen words is amazing to me. My heart hurts right now, for me that's the sign of a powerful poem. I hope it is getting just a little easier. Your friend, Pat F.

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  • Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
  • 1 year ago

Oh Ann, So simplistic but so powerful. Your words, so genuinely felt, made my heart ache. I tend to ramble on trying to get my feelings across and not being able to explain my self without bombarding the reader with words. But you have the talent to reveal your deepest pain to us in a handful of words. When I read the very last verse, I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. You so easily used your words to slowly reveal the honest depth of your pain. Life can be beautiful but yet so unbearably cruel. How wonderful to have the gift of true, abiding love with someone, to know them inside out, to grow through your differences as people and have the most beautiful connection as human beings, a connection that turns 2 hearts into one. But my God, to lose that half of yourself, to almost be half dead, I can't even fathom that kind of pain. Thank you for making the rest of us privy to your broken heart with your words and then give that gift to us.

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  • Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
  • 1 year ago

Oh Doug, this poem is incredibly beautiful. Technically your rhyme is just perfect. Your words and the message behind them, the stories you tell about those struggling so desperately and your assurance that they are not alone, touched me to my core. In the end, that's all people suffering really need and want, besides getting well again, is to know, without a doubt, that they are not alone in their own personal hell, that someone actually cares. When I saw your profession I understood why your words so clearly came from your heart, because you truly meant every word. What a way to make your mark on this world, not only to help and reach out to others by doing, but to also be able to express so perfectly that you are there no matter what. This is a masterpiece indeed.

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