To My Valentine And Husband
in Valentine Poems to Husbands
The years have passed on Rocky Mountains.
It's been a steep and harrowing climb.
Along the way we've lost our footing.
We've faced the best and worst of times.
in Valentine Poems to Husbands
The years have passed on Rocky Mountains.
It's been a steep and harrowing climb.
Along the way we've lost our footing.
We've faced the best and worst of times.
Does this mean you are now married, Patricia? Another great poem. -Ann
Here's to that very first friend that I made.
The one who said "yes" when I asked her to play.
Whose name I'd repeat over and over again
So astounded and grateful that she was my friend.
The sun set in the early eve.
No light could pierce those mammoth trees.
Dark and dense for miles wide,
You could wander lost forever inside.
I sit upon my front porch stoop
Beneath the morning sun.
Grateful for the moment spent
Away from everyone.
This poem is absolutely beautiful! I, too, spend as much time as possible outside with Nature! The birds and trees help to start each day, no matter the weather. I do my best thinking,...
in Abuse Poems
There was a time he loved her.
Now it's clear there's nothing there.
He walks around so flippantly
With no interest or a care.
in God Poems
I do my very best each day
Though some days prove worse than others.
I'm everywhere I'm needed,
No need more crucial than another.
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely stand in front of you
If someone should attack.
in Lonely Poems
I searched but never found you.
The paths we traveled never crossed
And now my life is winding down,
And I fear all hope is lost.
in Snow Poems
There's a silence so loud that it's deafening,
And the sun seems unusually bright.
The world is awakening to a bitter cold morn
And a crystalline blanket of white.
I was lucky enough to accidentally stumble on your poetry, which I very much enjoy. Like you, I am retired and finding writing poetry very therapeutic, both in lockdown and because my husband...
in Fall Poems
The endless green of summer
Has turned to golds and reds,
While the leaves are all a flutter,
Making pillows for our heads.