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
Tag: Poetry
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
Happiness
Each day be sure To find some happiness Though it may be hidden Underneath the mess Though it may be hard To see or find A little bit of happiness Is good for our mind It’s good for our spirit Body and soul It gets us through When life gets old It lifts us up… Read More Happiness
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
Spring Sings
If you haven’t heard There’s a new song It’s a song of inclusion Where all belong Where all blossom Beautiful and bright In response to the rain With respect to the light It’s sung by birds Percussion by bees Backing vocals By whispering breeze It’s playing on repeat If you care to hear But don’t… Read More Spring Sings
Find Joy
Find joy in the little things Each and every day And soon you will find With you, joy will stay Today, tomorrow, Always, in all ways
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
Don’t Pick the Flowers
Don’t pick the flowers Just let them be A pretty gathering For all to see Let them paint a picture Upon a hill With petal brushes With determined wills To stay lovely To stand strong Through wind and storm They’ll carry on Destined to be Something beautiful For you and me
Endless Blessings
Flowers are blooming Sun is shining Trees are budding So, let’s stop whining And get to counting The endless blessings Waiting patiently For us to find
Jessica M. Collette 
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