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Shirley:
Peace to you All,


I asked a question about there being a poetry corner.                                                             
I guess this is the place to start one.

Please share your creativity and wonder with words.
I would love to read your poems. :welcome:

Nothing disrespectful. :group:
Comments are welcomed. :yay:

Thanks Again, :sun:



shirley

Shirley:
Peace to you All,

I posted this poem in the general category not knowing where to put it.
Now it has found it's place.

Shirley:
Peace to you all,

These words came to me, so I typed them down.
Enjoy



Growing
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 A Poem By. Shirley 


I was looking in the mirror, on the outside I see,
 
I am a little round, fair in skin with chestnut
and grey in my hair. Eyes of brown and yellow wonder.

Though, I am young, and see the changes that define me as a women.

My breast full of nourishment for the wee one who suckles and is developed from that almost divine source.

Developing minds, eyes, fingers and thighs of all my little ones as they clutched once to my breast.

Seeing them in beauty forever true, though they cry as the days goes on through.

Though, I prefer the laughter over tears, these have been my thoughts throughout the years.

Silence over take us as we sleep, deep in our unconscious minds we creep.

Wondering what tomorrow will bring, passing time in wonderous dreams.

Praying for what the future may hold,

Praying that we'll live to grow old.

To see what great wonders have past in the twinkling of an eye.

We whither and close our eyes, then die.

To appreciate the love that life will bring.

We live, we love, we play and sing.

When our minds seem full and befogged by doubt, we pray for some easy way out.

For the lessons of life will never ever grow old.

We grow each day as our minds unfold.



Peace,


Shirley

Shirley:
Peace to you All,

I wrote this one while being pregnant and moody 6 years ago. :)


My Tears
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A Poem by. Shirley


My tears, fall from my face,
into my pillow everytime I cry.

They roll intricately down my cheek, into the cracks of my face,
then down to my chin.

As they take a dive into my pillow,

Treating it as a place of refuge,

Where they tell their story of how they got there,

And it is well understood.

My tears are special, each of them has a different feeling,

A different reason why it fell,

And how it knows it could never go back to the home it once knew,

My tears not only tell a story , but also listen,

And often they join each other in a union of wheeping.

My tears are understanding,

And when something is bothering me, they say,"Speak, we're listening."

Then they start caressing my face.

As I pour out my feelings, they tell me, "It's okay we're here!"

Sometimes they give me a salty kiss, a bitter, yet sweet kiss when no one else will.

My tears are unique, and only they and I truly understand each other.

For nobody understands my tears, except I.

Do you understand your tears, as I understand mine?


Peace,



shirley

Shirley:
Peace to you All,


This one came to me this morning while eating breakfast. ::)



Destination Anywhere!
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A Poem By. Shirley


She stumbles, as she try to carry her things.

Clutching her pocketbooK, trying to figure out which terminal to take.

She seems confused and tired,

She takes a pause to catch her breathe.

Feeling worn down and stressed, she stairs at the sky.

Thinking to herself," Is this trip even worth it."

She looks back at her luggage and thing and wonders,

"Am I really going to need this coats, hat and gloves?"

She sighed, exasted an bewildered,

She stops.

She realizes, "Hey! Did I even buy a ticket?"

She looks into her pocketbook, "Oh yeah, Here it is."

On the ticket it read, "To Anywhere".

She stared at the ticket and her luggage and thought,

"Why am I taking this trip? Do I really need to go?"

Then she heard the conducter yell,

"All aboard! Destination, Anywhere!"

So she started running.

Stumbling, tripping, crying, yelling,

"WAIT! Don't leave yet! Don't leave me hear by myself!"

So she looked down at her luggage,
and dropped them all except her pocketbook.

She kicked off her highhills,
and ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

She made it.

The conducter said,"Your ticket Miss."

She opened her pocketbook, looked inside and realize that all the struggling
that she had endured with her luggage and things was useless.

She realized that what she really needed was in her pocketbook all along.

And that the rest could be purchased along the way.



Peace, :)

Shirley

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