Poem: Rainy Days

The pitter patter of drops on a rainy day, the heavy heart won’t lift when weather is this way. No will to smile in the gray light, to laugh or play. ~ I sit inside, close the blinds, and distract my thoughts. Hard to feel motivated when I feel distraught. Is this a normal feeling …

Poem: Looking Up

Been looking down at where my feet land every day, trying to make sure my steps are flawless, on track. Afraid that one look up will make me lose my way, stray from the path and be unable to come back. ~ Refusing to leave the house and have fun with friends, terrified that a …

Pond: a summer haiku + two more

Hello hello, my friends! Summer is well upon us, and today I want to share with you three summer-themed haikus that I wrote a little while ago! I hope you enjoy! 😀 Pond Still, untouched water. A green duck swoops down to land. Bright ripples now gleam. Resting Under summer’s sun, a squirrel basks in …

Poem: Days

This is a poem a wrote not too long ago in a spoken word form. Ever since I discovered spoken word poetry I thought it was so cool, and I think it'd be fun to try out sometime! Anyway, enjoy the poem! I hope it encourages you and uplifts your day. There are many days …

Poem: Slowed Down

Sprinting, jogging, running. Crucial tasks we’re shunning. Tripping, falling, gasping. On false hopes we’re grasping. ~ Always saying that today will be the day we can say we broke through our goal and joy will fill the hole ~ in our hearts that we try to fill with lie after lie, thinking this will at …

I GOT PUBLISHED!

Yes, it is true! I am officially a published author! Now before you ask: no, it's not a book. No, it's nothing massive. Let me elaborate. For over two years now, I've been submitting my writing to this awesome site, Story Embers. They are a Christian writing website that has a great forum, articles on …

Motivational Poem: Crawling

I’m crawling, climbing, fingers dig into the dirt. I’m falling, slipping, My feet backslide a little. ~ Teeth grind together. Stinging, raw fingers find grip again. A journey I weather, ascending the mountain of Life. ~ I see pits in the rock face. Gnarled hands reach out to snag me. They say to give up …

Rare Moment: a description poem

Morning, with fresh air and damp grass soft turf under my feet, as I stand, still and at peace bumble bees putting around flowers, treacherously lifting their great mass a soft breeze ruffling my hair and cooling my face, a moment I never wish to release ~ My nose catches the clear smell of the …

Icicle: a haiku, and two more

I hope you all enjoy these winter haikus I wrote! Icicle: A stream of water drips to make an icicle, frozen and sparkling. Morning Frost: I wake up to frost. A foggy, peaceful morning. I smile and feel joy. Snowflakes: Rain falls and freezes. No snowflakes the same design. All great and unique. Haikus are …

Snow Day: A Winter Sonnet

Snow falls to the muddy ground. Icicles gather under the gutter. A squirrel stops without a sound, To hear the wind howl and mutter. ~ The clouds are gray, the earth is white. Snowflakes swim through the air, the squirrel dodges one and ducks out of sight. The sun peeks out with a white glare. …