Proudly we look back on the past
A time that’s gone but still will last
Some things we wish we could rewind
The happy moments we left behind
Presently, we live in the now
Enjoying life and taking a bow
Surrounded by technology’s might
Time flies by both day and night.
Blessings and Love
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As a writer, I toil away
Crafting words to make them sway
A book I write, a story told
Through hard work, my tale unfolds.
Pages filled with heart and soul
Every sentence, a precious goal
For hours I sit and write
Till my story takes flight.
As a writer, I pour my heart
Into every single part
My pen a tool, my ink a guide
My passion, an endless tide.
Writing a book may be a task
But the reward is worth the ask
For in my words, my heart is shown
And in my story, my soul is known.
-Being A Writer!-
Blessings and Love! 🖤🤎💙💛💗💚🧡🤍❤💜
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In the fields of green, under the warm sun’s beam
I raise my voice, I let my words be seen
No longer silent, no longer small
I speak my truth, I stand up tall.
In this pastoral scene, I find my strength
My voice is heard, it goes to great lengths
The birds, the trees, the gentle breeze
All listen closely to my pleas.
I am no longer afraid to speak
To share my thoughts, to be unique
For in this peaceful, idyllic place
I am reminded of my own grace.
So let us all find our own voice
To speak up loud, to make a choice
For in this world, we all have a place
And our words can help us find our grace.
-Speak Up!-
Blessings and Love!
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Determination
Focused on the goal ahead
Pushing past distractions, doubts
Drive burning bright within the soul
Success, the end reward
Have a good one! Blessings to you.
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Alas, my words fall on deaf ears
My thoughts ignored, my hopes in tears
Misunderstood, overlooked, unseen
I stand alone, a forgotten dream.
I pour my heart out on the page
But still, they do not understand my rage.
My passion for life, my desire to be known
Lost in a sea of indifference, I am alone.
Oh, to be heard, to be seen, to be understood
But instead, I am left in solitude.
My voice echoes in an empty room
A silent plea for understanding, an ineffective doom.
So, I write on, despite the pain
Hoping one day, my words will not be in vain
Until then, I remain misunderstood
A poet lost in a world that does not see the good.
She is
Ms. Misunderstood!
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Tangled in this web
Feeling stuck
Fire in my heart, my soul
Grasping and struggling to get
Free
Feeling the burn
Spice of it
Feeling weak
Fighting for a break, a chill, to be calm
Fighting to survive
Thinking, heart racing
Wanting out
Damn it’s a sticky situation.
Blessings and love!
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