Be Mine
Out of all the disposable Paper cards Melted chocolate hearts And fallen flower petals I hope you find The warm hands Kind eyes And soft lips That shout Without saying a word, “Be mine, Because forever, I’m yours.”
Tag: Poetry
Soul, Sight, and Sound
Where the sunflowers grow Tall and strong And roosting birds Serenade in song From the giant Sycamore On the riverbank Under which I give my thanks With a sense of belonging And gratitude Knowing in my stillness And solitude I am one Soul, sight, and sound With all of the beautiful things
One…Heartbeat…at…a…Time
It’s in their final moments When we remember their best When we overlook their worst In preparation for The hardest of hurts When they are gone forever And we are left to live One…heartbeat…at…a…time
Wrapped Up
Wrapped up in a hug Is a comforting feeling In some ways reassuring In others, healing In all ways revealing, “You are loved,” When you most need to be
Cradled
It’s in the cries Of yesterday We find the purpose Of the present That points us to the hope Cradled in the hands Of tomorrow
Humble Road
If we all just tried To make this place A better place to be With hugs to give With ears to hear The cries from mouths Both far and near With eyes wide open And hearts that beat In rhythm With those we meet Along the humble road Of life
Stripped
It’s in the moments When our senses are deprived We finally figure out Just who we are inside Stripped of flesh Pretense and perception As small as we are large Freed from perfection Simply alive As we were always Meant to be
Held
Just as the snow Was held by the pines He found in her arms A soft place to land
Roasted Coffee Beans
Was it the caffeine Or the nostalgic scent Of roasted coffee beans That came and went Like the steam rising Softly from my favorite mug It encircled me With a heartfelt hug It warmed me deeply Flesh and bone It traveled further To touch my soul Before it welcomed me Back To a place, I’ve… Read More Roasted Coffee Beans
Evermore
From the shadows of Past Future is born Clothed in hand-me-downs Many had already worn With strong shoulders Broader than the last Future marches on Carrying the weight of Past Until Past’s threadbare rags Grasp and cling no more Future shines bright Out of the shadows Evermore
Jessica M. Collette 
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