Tag Archives: life


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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Being A Writer!

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! πŸ–€πŸ€ŽπŸ’™πŸ’›πŸ’—πŸ’šπŸ§‘πŸ€β€πŸ’œ

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Speak Up!

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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Ms. Misunderstood

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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