After the snow,
A lonely flower tried to grow.
It rose from the ground,
Fighting to be found.
By a girl with braids in her hair,
Whose faith was in need of repair.
The flower grew and grew,
Waiting for the girl to come through.
To pluck it from its home,
As she continued to roam.
Waiting for her lover,
And a love to rediscover.
I enjoy writing and I typically write poems. I keep a notebook full of them and add to it almost daily. I write about what is happening or what happened at one point in my life. But despite writing a lot of poems, no one has ever seen them. I hope you enjoy reading the poems as much as I did writing them!
Light for the Journey Mum, today you glow,a lighthouse on my shore.Your hands,once cradling me,now bless my own voyage.Eyes mirrorsoft dawns we shared,words ripplelike gentle streams.Through your love,I sail—anchored, yet free. Meaning The poem celebrates the nurturing and steadfast presence of the mother of the bride, symbolizing her as a guiding light. It reflects on…
In hues of life, she softly grows,Each petal a tale, silently told.Through gentle strength, her grace flows,In gardens of dreams, she boldly holds.With thorns she guards her tender frame,Yet blooms with love, untamed, unscarred.In sunlight and shadow, she remains the same,A beauty profound, from the inside, starred.Her fragrance lingers in the air,A reminder of presence,…
Gone the laughter, silent the halls,Faint echoes where joy once calls.Her voice, a missing thread in the weave,Empty spaces she used to cleave.Grief lays heavy in rooms she filled,Her wisdom, her warmth now stilled.The kitchen cold, the garden bare,Her absence felt everywhere.Candles flicker, a soft glow remains,Memories in frames, love sustains.Each corner whispers of loss…
In morning’s light, her lessons weave,Through simple acts, what I believe.She taught me kindness, gently sown,With smiles that bloomed from seeds she’d thrown.By stove, she shared the art of taste,How flavors blend, and none to waste.Her hands, in dough, danced their ballet,A symphony of everyday.In courage dressed, her stories toldOf sterner days, of winters cold.Yet,…
I am the fierce quietof calm before the storm;each step, sure and unwavering,each breath, a shield formed.Through gusts that twist and shout,my arms, a fortress tight;for them, I am the lighthouse,against the darkest night.No tempest shakes my spirit,no shadow dims my flame.I am a mother—undaunted,ever steadfast, in love’s name. Meaning “I Am a Mother” celebrates…
The Echoes of Departed Trust In the silent spaces between us,Betrayal whispers its cruel tale.Not in words, but in the quiet,Where love once danced, now stale.Eyes, mirrors of the soul, clouded,Reflecting not what was, but what’s lost.Promises, like fallen leaves,Carried away, not counting the cost.In the echo of your footsteps,A story of departure, so cold.The…
