Poems to Share

  • Experiencing The World

    Traveling the world tugs right at my heart,If you haven’t traveled, do you want to start? Have you already been? I’d love to know.My list keeps growing with places to go. Sunsets like paintings light up the sky,Far-off lands where joy makes you fly. A dip in a cool, blue…

  • Looking Through The Window

    I stare out the windowas a cold, grey daymarches through. Trees sporting skeleton branchesare vulnerable to the wind. The cardinal’s brief visitgives life to theempty, gnarled tree.His vibrant reddirects me,holds me at attention. — I look through the window.Tiny buds and blossomsannouncethat spring has returned. Bright green leavesuncurl, reaching for…

  • The Oak Transformation

    Growing up in hurricane-prone areas, you learn that even the most solid parts of your world – like the giant oak trees in your yard, aren’t immune to change. These trees aren’t just scenery; they become part of your everyday life, almost like living structures you grow up alongside. But…

  • Beauty All Around

    A cycle of seasonal haiku — Stop, look, smell the dayWinter, Spring, Summer, or FallBeauty all around. — Cold, snow day — HORRAY!Wintry, white, wistful play dayCuddle up for warmth — Strong rain, pounding hardPastel petals in rain’s poolWaiting for the sun — Strong storms are brewingBig tree limbs sway…

  • Life in Camouflage

    Nature’s secrets hide on the forest floorWith insects to spy if you’ve time to exploreCascading trees shield the sun from the groundWind through branches sings a whistling sound. A mockingbird hums a glorious song,A melody woven both soft and strong.Gentle peeps and squawks, perfectly timed,Sounding like poets, hauntingly rhymed. Black…

  • Food and Memories

    Food and memoriesareintertwined A delicious mealcan speak toyour heart I have childhood memoriespicking up pizzawith my fatherand gettingto eat a slice onthe way home My grandma’s saladwas everyone’s favoriteand more than twenty yearsgone, we stilltalk about it I remember waking upto the scent offrying bacon andfreshly made toast.my mother making…

  • The Sauce on the Stove

    Every Sunday of my childhood looked like this. This poem is a tribute to my grandmother, whose love was stirred into every pot of sauce, sewn into every pair of slippers, and felt in every quiet, chaotic, perfect moment around the table. If you’ve ever had a Sunday that smelled…

  • Zipper In The Sky

    There’s a zipper in the sky,It’s only visible when you fly.Why not go through it to explore,It beckons like an open door. A quick decision must be made,We’re pulled to go, but we’re afraidWe’re anxious and we want to know,What will greet us if we go? We arrive on the…

  • Thread

    life isblurred byeverydaychaos worklifefamilycompete forattention it’s hardto keeptracktostayfocused timeunravels thethreadthat ismylife theordinarystill requiresus to – breathe to survive

  • Ripples Erase the Past

    The stillness of the pondpaints a picture of calm Reflections speak to themagnolia as its brancheshang just out of reach Silence encourageslife hidden from viewto come enjoy the day This old park,recently brought backto life, tendedby many sets of hands Uncovering stories oncetold, whispers shared,quick glances that said,I’ll always be…