Winds
Pursed lips whistle Conjuring up mighty winds Soon the storm begins
Category: Poetry
Magic Pill
There’s no magic pill To ease what’s wrong But a few things Will help us stay strong Faith, hope, peace, And a whole lotta love A prayer For a blessing from above An understanding heart When all is done
The Sky is Falling
The sky is falling Clouds are closing in They will not listen To the howling wind Heavy and stubborn Stuck in their ways They only know How to darken days Rain or shine Dusk or dawn Come they will Where they don’t belong The sky is falling Yet, we are strong
Ignorance
There are many things That could be said Yet, so many topics Have them seeing red They speak when they should Bite their tongues They’re all consumed With who has won The battle But at what cost To be crowned King or Queen of the lost They’re one of those Who will never see… Read More Ignorance
Hibernating Hope
When the sun comes out It brightens the day It lightens my mood In its own little way It warms my soul From all the gloom It treats my eyes To spring flowers in bloom It makes me happy It helps me cope The sun revives Hibernating hope Until from deep sleep I have… Read More Hibernating Hope
Collective Rebirth
Looking ahead Into days unknown It’s a mystery Our future’s not shown To inquiring minds Who long for rest Through mundane days We hope for the best For you, for me For the entire earth We wait For a Collective Rebirth
Mixtapes and Memories
Take me away Mixtapes and memories When a Walkman was still A favorite accessory When school gossip spread By word of mouth Only as far as The loudest could shout There was no Internet No instant reaction The problem of the day Involved solving fractions The only selfie A Polaroid picture Decorated with markers… Read More Mixtapes and Memories
Houseplant
It would like The warm tropical sun Where people gather On beaches for fun It would like An oasis in the sand Where people enjoy A fruity drink in their hand It would like Where the trade winds blow Where people take surfboards Everywhere they go Still, as a houseplant The palm tree grows
Distressed Jeans
You’ve seen better days Yet, so have I Where we’re going You’ve never asked why You’re along for the ride For the unplanned trip For our new adventures For more frays and rips You’re distressed jeans Faded and torn Still, you give me comfort Each day that you’re worn As cutoff shorts You’ll soon… Read More Distressed Jeans
The Heartbeat of You
Listen to the music Do you hear it play? It’s your unique beat Heard day after day It’s a special rhythm That makes you, you It plays on and on In all that you do The beat of your heart The heartbeat of you
Jessica M. Collette 
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