Longing

I long for the warmth of your arms,

For they made me feel safe from harm.

The night talks that seem to never end,

Creating a life long friend.

Falling asleep holding onto one another,

The love we had like no other.

I miss the laughter that once filled our days,

Filling my heart like warm sun rays.

I long for the simplicity of our new found love,

You’re all that I would think of.

Holding hands and longing stares

Though I’m left alone in tears.

Longing for the welcoming hello’s,

and the dreaded goodbye’s.

Now I’m left here all alone,

No one to dry my eyes.

A love that was once found has been lost once again.

With pleasures gone, I’m left here in pain.

Walking Alone

Walking alone isn’t always bad

It’s a time to reflect on the things you’ve had

Pain is a given

It’s what all of us dread

Emotional scars we’ll have ‘til we’re dead

This peaceful walk

That some may hate

For me it’s relaxing

A time to wait

Wait for the calmness

To rush over my soul

To make my body once again feel whole

My story is long

And it’s got a lot of years

Filled with some hurt

And drenched in my tears

 

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My Brother

So I have this brother and he’s an artist. Not only does he write excellent poetry but he writes songs and sings. He has a voice that anyone would love to listen to. He puts his heart and soul in every piece of writing he does. He writes from his heart. He writes with feeling. He doesn’t just write because. He writes because that’s what he lives for. I only wish I had the same enthusiasm and feeling he has when it comes to writing.

I have been encouraging him to submit his work but he feels no one will appreciate it. I told him it’s a chance he needs to take. That what one person doesn’t like another person will love. Just keep trying.

I’ve also been encouraging him to go to music studios so they can hear his voice but it is expensive and I understand. He is a hard worker and puts every ounce of effort into anything he does. He wears his feelings on his sleeve while I’m the opposite. We are night and day! 😀

Here is an example of a split second thought from his heart:
“Hurt me and I’ll still care for you . Break my heart and I’ll still mend yours . Lie to me and I’ll still be honest with you . Leave me and I’ll still wait for you . Forget me and I’ll still think of you . Put me last and you will still come first . Hate me and I’ll still be loving you”. Copyrighted.

That’s just a small amount of what he’s done.

Just thought I’d give a shout out to my brother.

 

Rainy Day…

Humid morning

Rainy day

Children up

Laugh and play

Breakfast cooking

Bacon and eggs

Pray and eat

Day begins

 

Until next time. ..

 

 

 

Boys, My Boys (poem)

Last night while I was nursin’ my little guy around 1 this mornin’ I happen to look over at my notebook in which I write my thoughts into and I thought I’d scribble in some thoughts and the first thing I thought of while sittin’ in my bed at 1 a.m. is Long Nights. Then the words just sorta flowed and soon after I had finished writin’ I had a poem. I’ve never written a poem before so I was surprised with the finished results. I don’t know how to revise a poem so I’m just going to write in what I wrote in my notebook…

Long Nights

Lots of Fights

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

Smiles, Hugs

And Lots of Loves

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

Makin’ Stains,

Gettin’ Sprains

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

Hide’n’ Seek

Chocolate Treats

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

Jumpin’ Jacks

Makin’ Tracks

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

Skinnin’ Knees

Climbin’ Trees

That’s What My Little Boys Are Made Of

I’m not sure if I’m done here but I’m done for now! Like I’ve said I’ve never written a poem before so I’m kinda proud of this one. I hope you enjoyed it!