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Patricia Fleming

About Patricia 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.

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Poems by Patricia Fleming

I Long To See My Lilies Again
- Published: June 5, 2026
Poem Tribute To Our Garden Of Lilies

in Flower Poems

Through endless months of bitter cold
there were no traces of you there,
the ground so hard and barren
even nature didn't care.

Through endless months of bitter cold
there were no traces of you there,
the ground so hard and barren
even nature didn't care.

It felt like time had cruelly stopped
and you may never come again,
and the winter's melancholy
was never going to end.

Then in time the days grew brighter
and harbingers of spring appeared.
The sun blazed with a vengeance
in a sky dark blue and clear.

I sat in rapt anticipation
while you still played hide and seek,
cocooned within your bursting buds
you teased and taunted me.

They warned me to be patient
that such beauty would take time.
So, I sat beside you every day
while just your memory quenched my mind.

Then you came in vibrant colors
like a rainbow aft the rain.
I was hypnotized and mesmerized
at the sight of you again.

How I wished you'd stay forever.
even when the world grew cold
to remind me that true beauty
could still endure as I grew old.

And even when the summer ended
and you had long since passed away
thinking of my lovely lilies
would get me through those gloomy days.
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Hurray! Another lovely poem from you. That has brightened my day. Please keep writing. With much love and very best wishes, Ann xxxx

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Ode To A Leaf
- Published: November 5, 2025
The Leaves On Trees

in Fall Poems

I once wore the deepest, emerald green
inside a cluster of plush, verdant leaves.
I bowed from an ancient, magnificent tree
and fluttered and danced in a warm spring breeze

I once wore the deepest, emerald green
inside a cluster of plush, verdant leaves.
I bowed from an ancient, magnificent tree
and fluttered and danced in a warm spring breeze

Then I sighed in the glow of the sultry sun,
thrilled that a new summer day had begun.
The birds hopped in glee as they woke one by one
and awakened the world as they twittered and sung.

I casted a welcome, magnificent sight
that sheltered and shaded from morning to night
I spied on sweet lovers in the dreamy twilight
and slept beneath stars twinkling and bright.

Then I swelled with pride in the rich, vibrant fall,
serenaded and soothed by the cricket's calls,
and draped in a golden, russet, shawl
I hung praised and admired by one and all.

I napped in the chill of the crisp Autumn air,
as squirrels gathered acorns strewn everywhere,
then I cried as the neighboring trees became bare
and thought how this life was so quick and unfair.

My moment had passed as I lay on that ground,
now withered and useless, decaying and brown.
I looked up at that tree standing naked and down
and recalled when our beauty could thrill and astound.

Though we all looked the same whisking there in the trees,
just a cluster of delicate, whispering leaves
our uniqueness may not be so easy to see,
I assure you there's no leaf in this world just like me.

But nature as life must go through its seasons,
we are born and we die for mysterious reasons.
But I had a good life, just as harsh as was pleasing
and I hope that the world will be grieved by my leaving.
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Really nice poem with lovely lines and verses. Warmest wishes, James

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I Long For An Honest Winter
- Published: October 31, 2025
The Thrill Of Winter Fun

in Winter Poems

To awaken to a morning
where a chill pervades the air,
despite the brilliant dazzling sun
that blinds you with its glare.

To awaken to a morning
where a chill pervades the air,
despite the brilliant dazzling sun
that blinds you with its glare.

When peeking through drawn curtains
winter's miracle abounds,
with the pristine arctic powder
stretched like a blanket on the ground!

To bundle up from head to toe,
to crunch through fields with glee.
To feel just like a child again,
inspired and carefree.

We create the perfect snowman
from frigid balls rolled round and round,
and he'll be a courtly-looking fellow
whose grand appearance will astound.

See that lovely couple skating
across the smooth and glassy ice,
or little kiddies gliding down steep hills
until their sleds take flight.

To finally gather round the fire
and bathe within its cozy glow,
laughing, singing and remembering
with the numbest cohorts that we know.

The finale of a winter's day,
drained by the chill of Jackie Frost.
Then cuddling upon a snuggly bed,
all for a minimal cost.

I miss that honest winter,
the whitest, bitter cold of all.
For me that wondrous season
is second only to the Fall.

As much as I love the vibrance of Fall
and the warmth of the summer sun.
I treasure the sting of my rosy cheeks
when our winter adventures are done.

Yes, I miss the winter of days gone by.
It instilled great joy in me
and right now the sight of pure crystalline snow
is the sight that I most need to see!
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Who Rescued Who??
- Published: October 17, 2025
The Story Of Rescuing A Pet

in Pet Friend Poems

She use to show up every weekend
And brighten up my day.
She'd blow me kisses and she'd talk to me
In such a loving way.

She use to show up every weekend
And brighten up my day.
She'd blow me kisses and she'd talk to me
In such a loving way.

She gave me hope when there was none
And made me feel far less alone,
And I wished that maybe one day
She'd finally take me home.

Her face appeared in all my dreams.
How I longed to be her pet!
From the first time that I saw her face,
It was a face I'd not forget

But sometimes she would seem so sad.
She was always by herself.
Maybe that was why she gave me love,
Because there was nobody else.

Each week I waited patiently
To see her once again.
I think she felt the way I did,
We were becoming special friends.

Oh, there were others who would stop and stare,
But we had no chemistry,
But I knew so deep inside my heart
That her and I were meant to be.

I knew I'd make her happy.
I'd let her hold me when she cried.
All her secrets would be safe with me
And I would never leave her side.

And then one day she wore a smile,
The biggest one I'd ever seen,
And she took me gently from my cage
And said, "You're going home with me."

So I was finally being rescued.
I thought the day would never come.
I feared I'd die in that dark shelter,
Never loved by anyone.

We drove through lovely country sides
And bustling city streets.
We would always be together now
Even when life ceased to be.

And when we finally made it home,
We both felt joyful as could be,
And as I sat upon her lap she cried
"I'm so glad you rescued me!"
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I can relate to this poem and the feelings I have for my rescued cat naked Elijah. Thank you for sharing, very well written.

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Dear World We Must Part Ways
- Published: August 21, 2025
No Longer Being Beautiful As We Grow Older

in Aging Poems

Dear World,

I fear it's over!
It's time to go our separate ways.

Dear World,

I fear it's over!
It's time to go our separate ways.
I just can't meet those expectations
that you place on me each day.

You constantly berate me,
all you do is criticize
and I'll never measure up again
to what's beauty in your eyes.

When I was younger, it was easier
to be all you said that I should be.
But now that I've grown older,
what you get is what you see.

My face is lined with wrinkles,
some even make-up cannot hide,
and even bigger clothes can't cover
my growing belly, rump and thighs.

My hair is getting thinner.
My boobs are sagging to the floor.
No one would call me pretty
and looking sexy is absurd.

But your judgement is so brutal,
and you've set too high a ceiling.
Your standards are unreasonable
and make me feel so unappealing.

But beauty isn't always tangible.
It isn't just what we can see.
There's a beauty with a power,
and true integrity.

It lies deep inside our hearts and souls
It's everything we need and more.
It isn't loud or flashy
But it's light can't be ignored.

It's a gift that only God bestows
and when it touches you your blessed.
It's a vision that when shared with you
you never can forget.

So, dear world, you have my sympathy
for your ignorance and greed.
You lost sight of what true beauty is
and what being beautiful should mean.

As I grew older you lost interest
and looked at me through captious eyes.
You no longer saw the beauty there,
because you never looked inside.

Sincerely,
Pat
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Oh Pat, another brilliant poem! As always, you've said it all. Growing old is a pain...

Love and best wishes,

Ann

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Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
8 years ago

Thank you so much for your kind comment about my poem. It means so much to me that you could identify with my words. I am extremely impressed with your goals for yourself at this point in your life. You are my hero. Good luck in all you do.

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Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
8 years ago

You are very sweet to read my poem and I am so pleased that you got so much out of it. That all the writer of a poem hopes for.

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Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
8 years ago

Well, I am extremely flattered and honored if my poem gave you an idea for your song. I would love it if you could send me a video of you singing it through my Facebook page. Who knows, maybe someday you'll be a famous song writer and if I'm still around, I can say one of my poems gave you an idea for a song once. How great. Good luck and keep me posted.

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Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
8 years ago

God bless you. I'm so glad that you can relate to my words. That's all I could ask for. You take care.

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Patricia A Fleming, Trenton
8 years ago

Thank you Miley. I'm so glad you like my poem, and please feel free to use it any way you need to.

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Patricia Fleming

About Patricia Fleming

Poems by Patricia Fleming

I Long To See My Lilies Again

Ode To A Leaf

I Long For An Honest Winter

Who Rescued Who??

Dear World We Must Part Ways

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