Poems Of My Life

Poems Of My Life

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I have tried many different types of writing. I've written blogs, articles, I've spent years working on my first book, but the one style of writing that was always stuck with me is poetry. I have a love for rhymes and an appreciation for feelings poured out onto a page. These poems were not just pretty words written out on a page, they were silent prayers for hope. So here today, I would like to share with you my favorites and who inspired them.

In memory of my godmother.

Blessed am I to have a Godmother like you,
So full of life, love, and kind words of wisdom too.
I can’t thank you enough for guiding me along the way,
Without you I wouldn’t be the strong woman I am today.
You taught me many lessons including patience and forgiveness,
And that even in hard times you can always find happiness.
When times were tough and life unstable,
You were there and I couldn’t be more thankful.
But now I am not sure where to turn,
Without you here we are left to mourn.
It would be selfish of me to wish you were still here,
As you are in a much better place up there.
So please continue to watch over me,
As I do my best to be the Goddaughter you would be proud to see.












For my dad.

A rope and a tire hanging from a tall oak tree


A push from you and a smile from me


The higher the faster the fun


Memories being made under the sun


Thank you for loving me


Trips to the fair and piggy back rides so I could see


Invincible was I when it was we


Scraped knees and nightmares


Lions and tigers and bears


Thank you for loving me


A promise of a treehouse that was never meant to be


But instead built for someone just like me


A kiss a cry and “I’m sorry” too


Maybe the future won’t have to be so blue


Thank you for loving me


Missed moments and enough tears to fill the sea


Days of yesterday laid to rest for better days to be


I am happy to have you still after all this time


Because losing you again would be a crime


Thank you for never giving up on me.




















For my father.

I wonder if I ever disappointed you
as if maybe that's why you left so soon
How could you leave us, how could you leave me
Was there somewhere else you felt destined to be?
All the nights I spent crying, just trying to understand
all the things that happened beforehand
To lead us here, a place so alone
with no intentions of ever returning to home
I worry that things will never be better
you seem to be just like the weather
One moment sunny and cloud free
the next, storms as far as your eye can see
I hope you know I would have done anything
to change the circumstances so we would miss but nothing
To never miss a birthday, Christmas, or any day
please just tell me what I would need to say
I would do all that I can turn things around
to go back in time change your mind about leaving town
Sadly that is not something in my control
no repairs can be done to make this family whole
Truth is you had your shot and you let it go
Slipped right through your hand when you hit the road
I wonder what you did for those 17 years
Did we shed the same amount of tears?
Did you lie awake at night wondering where we were
or by that time was it all just a blur?
Did you mean to choose a life of loneliness
or was that just your way of denying me happiness?
I wonder if you'll ever realize you disappointed me
for stealing away and depriving me all the good times that were meant to be.




























For love.

You'll always be the feeling I could never explain,
you'll always be the passion that drives me insane.
The rush of your touch, the taste of your kiss,
is something even my dreams will always miss.
Your hand and mine, my head beneath your chin.
The way you say I love you, still makes my head spin.











Cover Image Credit: Every Pixel

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I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.


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