Category Archives: poetry

Fantasy II

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In the infinite region of space

My mind takes flight to a magical place

Where stars twinkle and planets align

And I am free to explore the divine.

With each step, I enter a world of my own

Where imagination and fantasy have grown

I travel through galaxies and colorful skies

And see wonders that feel like a dream in disguise.

In this realm, the laws of physics don’t apply

And the possibilities are endless, oh my!

I am surrounded by beauty, mystery, and awe

In this place where magic is the only law.

So let me journey through this cosmic land

And discover the secrets that it has at hand

For in this world of fantasy and grace

I find a sense of wonder that I can’t replace.

In my

Fantasy world!

Blessings and Love! 🖤🤎💙💗💚💛🧡❤💜

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Wild Side
Jungle

I Love Poetry!

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In the realm where words dance free 

My heart finds its truest glee 

Poetry, my love, you set me aglow 

In your verses, my soul does flow 

Each stanza a whisper, a sweet embrace 

In your lines, I find my grace 

Rhymes and rhythms, like a gentle stream 

In your world, I dare to dream 

Poetry, my eternal muse 

In your embrace, I find my truth 

Through you, my feelings unfurl 

In your beauty, I am forever enthralled! 

Blessings and Love! 

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Needed! 

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I want to be needed, to feel wanted 
To know that my presence is valued and granted 
To be the one that someone can rely on 
Through thick and thin, from dusk till dawn 

It’s not about attention or praise 
But the feeling of being useful in many ways 
To be a shoulder to cry on in times of sorrow 
And a source of joy, hope, and strength for tomorrow 

It’s the little things that make my heart soar 
A simple “thank you” or a knock on my door 
A smile, a hug, a sincere word of appreciation 
That fills my soul with love and admiration 

Here I am, a humble and willing friend 
Ready to support and encourage till the end 
For I believe that we all need someone to lean on 
And I am grateful to be that someone, before I’m gone 

-Needed-

Blessings and Love! 

Thank you for reading. 

Ms. Spice 

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Spice is the essence of my soul, 
A flavor that I can’t control, 
I’m as fiery as a jalapeno, 
A burst of flavor in every scenario. 

My words are like cayenne pepper, 
A bit of heat that makes life better, 
I’m the cinnamon in your tea, 
A little bit of sweetness, just for me. 

I’m the turmeric in your curry, 
A touch of magic that’s never blurry, 
My personality is like ginger, 
A little bit of tang that will linger. 

Embrace my spice, let it shine, 
I’m full of flavor, I’m divine, 
I’m the chili in your hot sauce, 
A little bit of heat, never a loss. 

-Ms. Spice- 

Blessings and Love! 

Thank you for reading. 

Cuts of Pain

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Cut Deep

The pain cuts deep, a wound unseen

Lost and hurt, I try to glean

A way forward, to heal and mend

But the ache persists, it does not end

I mourn the loss of what once was

A love that’s gone, now just because

Of things unsaid, or left undone

I wish I could go back, and be someone

Who knew how to love, and how to care

Who could have saved us, from this despair

Now all that’s left, is this elegy

A tribute to what once was, but now must be

Laid to rest, and let go of

The pain and hurt, that once was love

May we find peace, in the memories we keep

And solace in the knowledge, that love runs deep.

While being deep in cuts of pain.

-Cuts Of Pain-

Blessings and Love!

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Storms…

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Storms…

There will be bad days, good days, and days where it’s up and down. I know it will be a process, and I will not feel better overnight. This process, this storm I am in, will not last long. Strong winds, heavy rain, hail, lightning, and thunder will not keep me down.

The storm is strong and raging, and I am thankful I am not at the moment. As the storms continue, I will continue to be strong—stronger than the winds, stronger than my battles. I will survive this storm; it is the only way.

I will be calm; I will not rage with the storm. Yes, I am better than that. One day at a time, I tell myself I got this. And I do strength, guidance, and with God.

This storm again will not me down. Strong Black Woman. I Got This!

I survive storms!

Blessings and Love!

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Scared to Love!

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She lived her life in solitude,
Afraid to give her heart away,
For every time she let someone close
They left her with nothing to say

She was scared of love and all its pain
Of the heartbreak that it brought
So, she built a wall around her heart
And kept her feelings in a knot

She watched as others fell in love
And wanted that bliss, that feeling of love 
But the thought of opening her heart up
Was something she couldn’t dismiss

One day she met a special someone 
Who saw through her tough facade 
And slowly but surely, he broke down her walls
Until she was no longer scared

She learned that love can be a beautiful thing
When shared with the right person
And that taking a chance on love
Is always worth the risk of hurting

So, if you’re scared of love like she once was
Just remember that it’s okay
When you find the right person
All those fears will fade away….. 

-Scared To Love- 

Blessings and Love 

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Thoughts on Love!

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I think love is complicated

Sometimes and

Love is hard to get out of you.

Can be annoying at times

But, Hay

Love is a challenge

Love, what is it about love?

Love is like

War

Love is easy

To start

Love is hard

To end

And

Love is

Impossible to forget

Love is

Many

Things

Love?

Blessings and Love!

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Blue Rose!

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A blue rose, so rare and true

Symbolizes what is yet to bloom

Its hue is like the ocean’s depth

Mysterious and full of secrets kept

Blue, the color of the sky above

The realm of dreams and endless love

The rose, a symbol of passion and grace

Together, they bring a unique embrace

A blue rose may not exist in nature

But in our hearts, it holds a special feature

It represents the quest for the unattainable

A longing for something that is unexplainable

So, let us cherish the blue rose

For it is a symbol of hope and prose

A reminder that beauty can come in many hues

And dreams can come true if we choose

Blessings and Love!

Thank you for reading.