The only peace to be found is when You are around. Lost within your words,a safe place to be heard. Your my anchor in the storm,guiding me and helping me transform. No matter the struggle, no matter the pain,I will forever call upon Your name. I’ve had highs and I’ve had lows,but everyday I chooseContinue reading “Peace”
Category Archives: Poems
Sparkle
There once was a little girl who sparkled and shimmered everywhere she went. Her mother clapped and cheered along with her flamboyant and eccentric style. The little girl started school but the teacher didn’t like her sparkle. She would often get in trouble and was labeled as disruptive. The other children would laugh and stare,Continue reading “Sparkle”
What Do You Do?
What do you do when your body feels stuck,deep down or in a rut? What do you do when the thought of moving is too much to bear?The weight of it is like a shirt you wear. What do you do when your feet weighN as much as a ton? Walking is impossible, let aloneContinue reading “What Do You Do?”
Without Ceasing
What sacrifices have you made in life? What sacrifices have I made in life? I wasn’t sure how to answer this question. When words escape me, I use rhymes to bring clarity. Here is a poet’s twist on today’s prompt. The sacrifices of a mother never change. They only transform with each passing age. OneContinue reading “Without Ceasing”
Homeless
It lights out but not for me, I have no control over the electricity. I bury my face into my hood The only place I possibly could The cold it bites,especially during the night.I wrap tightly in a sheet My stomach craving meatMy body, yearning for heat.It’s no joke living on the street. Warmth isContinue reading “Homeless”
False Stories
This world brings worries and often false stories. You can’t believe the mediaor even wikipedia. A constant overload of information to keep us in a state of confusion. The content taught in schoolsare made to create fools. The truth hidden away only accessed by who they say. The elite control every aspectbut they lack empathyContinue reading “False Stories”
Porridge
There once was a boy named Georgewho hated eating porridge. He would a yuck and yack cough and hack all before his tongue even knewif it truly tasted like shoes His mother’s brow gave him a scowl and said a little taste will do.If he gave it a chance he might like it too. TheContinue reading “Porridge”
COUNT
10 things on my to-do list for the day,9 times I snoozed my alarm away,Maybe it’s the tiredness from mindless work,That lingers in my bones and starts to lurk. 8 feels like infinity, endless and wide,But somehow I’m stuck in a looping tide.7 days in a week for all to spend,Yet I keep asking forContinue reading “COUNT”
Single Beat of a Drum
My poems tend to have a single tone. Like water meeting a stone. Or the ring of a phone. Maybe at some point a new rhythm will begin.Until then I’ll just follow my pen and ride it till the end. Because truthfully, I don’t know what to do to find a new tune.Maybe all thisContinue reading “Single Beat of a Drum”
I Am Always Watching
I sit in the corner and watch it all,you won’t believe the things I’ve saw. I watched you eat and watched you play.I have even heard the things you say. I know when you shower or brush your teeth.Or when you’re happy beyond belief. I attend every celebration I am present during special occasions. IContinue reading “I Am Always Watching”
Heather Congrove 