Wild Ones
If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me
Tag: Poem
Praying
Some days are for praying Down on our knees While asking for a miracle We cannot yet see ********************** Some days are for praying Down on our knees To joyfully give thanks For the miracle received
Imagination Blossoms
She floats on the breeze Without a care On pristine wings With stories to share About all the scents And petals she’s seen A rainbow of colors Created in dreams Where endless fields Alive with wildflowers Glisten in the sun After a soft rain shower She has much to tell By the flutter of her… Read More Imagination Blossoms
Fish Fry
I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea
Heads or Tails
Today they decided To flip a coin To fairly decide Who first would join So, one picked heads The other tails As the coin took flight By the flick of a nail It flipped and flopped Then tumbled down Landing with a clink Upon the ground But it wasn’t tails Nor was it heads It… Read More Heads or Tails
Day By Day
If you’re living right You’ll understand Life doesn’t always Go as planned It’s a hurry up To wait some more A hallelujah You can’t ignore Life will hit you hard With a closed fist Then pull you in For a hug and kiss Before sending you On your way To places unknown You’re not long… Read More Day By Day
Something Sweet
The honeybee offered And I said yes To pack up my troubles To carry my mess One after the other He packed them away Covered each with pollen To make sure they’d stay Upon his legs As he warmed up his wings When he took flight I heard him sing, “Today’s problems Will be tomorrow’s… Read More Something Sweet
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
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
Jessica M. Collette 
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