Category: Poetry
The Hug
The Hug
Bodies intertwined
Crossing the lines
Between yours and mine
A hug
A flash in time Continue reading
The Grin
I can feel it creeping in
The little corners of my mouth
Want to turn against me and give in
To an awe inspired grin
Collide
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Collide
Wild side
Worlds collide
She tried to live by the rules
Implement her Dr. taught tools
Strategies?
Remedies?
But it was a slippery slope
With only words as her rope
Observers filled with hope Continue reading
Footprints
The Loon’s Cry
The Loon’s Cry
Outside the tent
Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.
The lake is moaning in it’s troubled sleep.
And far across the lazy lapping waves,
Above the crooning of the wind,
I hear a wild loon crying,
Like a weary soul alone in the dark water. Continue reading
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Lest we forget
For me there can be no other poem for the day. Please take a quiet moment out of your day, today, to remember.
Friday’s Featured Poet
Here are a few poems by the writings and poetry of Kristin Peterman.
The fire inside
It’s the beginning of a new day
The sun is rising and warming my face
I feel cold inside despite the warmth from the sun
The fire inside me is fading away
Is there someone who can ignite it again
Each time I think I have found someone
They disappear with the setting of the sun taking a piece of me with them Continue reading
Resuscitated
Resuscitated
I’ve died a million deaths
Stolen lifetimes of breath
To breathe life into you Continue reading
It’s in your Hands
Oh his hands of work and hands of play
His glorious hands that are callused in that sexy way
It’s in his hands that love on me every day
Writings of a Mrs 