To Silence the Noise
Honking horns Shouting voices Commuter trains Construction noises Wailing sirens Screeching brakes Blaring music Stress headaches To silence the noise A sparrow sings
Tag: Poem
Endure
In a world of poison ivy Be the hope Be the cure Beautiful, strong, and resilient Able to endure
The Pebble in Our Pocket
How do we find Meaning In a pile of Messy moments? We search We sift We sort For the elusive In the rubble Only to realize The pebble in our pocket Was the answer We carried with us All along
Paper Wings
On paper wings She flies Touching flowers Touching sky And when she grows tired In her fragility She waits on the wind To lift her, to guide her To where she never knew She always needed to be
Life Had Not Lived There
The paint is peeling Breaking away Curling and chipping Not much longer to stay On the shingles and shutters That’ve seen better days When not yet twisted By the hands of decay When they hung straight And the paint was new The windowpanes glistened And the sun shone through But life had not lived there… Read More Life Had Not Lived There
Cheers To The Moms
Let’s say cheers to the Moms Who make days brighter Who fill up bellies And make worries lighter Let’s say cheers to the Moms Who dry up tears Who encourage us Day, week, month, and year Let’s say cheers to the Moms For all they do For all the patience they’ve shown Through all, we’ve… Read More Cheers To The Moms
Don’t Be Flowerless
No one likes An empty flower box Because without the flowers It’s just a box Sad and lonely In need of friends Flowery ones From end to end To make it happy To help it be A merrier version Of the box once seen As flowerless Now a colorful scene
Just as She Wished
She liked to lay in fields Where flowers grew wild Where imagination bloomed Like it did as a child Whimsical Fantastical Vibrant Free Just as she wished Life would be
Bubbles
The bubbles rose Straight to the top Higher, higher Pop, pop, pop Waking the girl Who daydreamed Of sweet soda kisses Shared with the boy Two booths down
April Fools’
This is my last post With writing, I’m done It’s all a bore It’s really no fun Just one more thought You may find cool I got you April Fools’
Jessica M. Collette 
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