Jessica M. Collette's Blog, page 42

Petals

  Even when the sun Fails to shine The sunflower still blooms Standing tall, bright, And beautiful She holds the weight of the day On her petals

I Never Knew

  I never knew The path I’d take If I’d be pushed or pulled If I’d bend or break I never knew Life would be so hard So magnificent So bruised and scarred I never knew The sadness I’d see The love I’d have How good life could be I never knew What would make… Read More I Never Knew

Dirt and Seed

  Why name one a flower, Call another a weed? Both petals and stems Grew from dirt and seed.

Cheers

  Pick your poison Fill your cup Mix Captains and Coke And drink the islands up Pour a glass of wine Red or white Let it breathe ‘til the flavor’s just right Jameson and Ginger Are a perfect pair A refreshing treat With an Irish flair Or just drink a water Sparkling or still “Cheers,”… Read More Cheers

In Between

  Glasses help you see The writing on the wall But the meaning in between They can’t see at all So, look all you want Study what you see Then slowly close your eyes And see what can’t be seen The thought, feeling, emotion The meaning in between

Laugh

  We need to laugh To get us through The bad days The days painted blue We need to laugh To take a break From the doom and gloom Of the world’s mistakes We need to laugh Out of control To expand our lungs Until we feel whole We need to laugh For our souls

Christmas in July

  This year more than ever We need Christmas in July A little bit of happiness To help the days go by To calm the unrest With a bit of cheer To have a celebration To forget about our fears If only we could gift ourselves A brand new year

Busy Bee

  Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Between the showstopper flowers And the shy ones who hide In the back of the garden Behind the ‘look at me’ blooms Growing near the ground With the speckled mushrooms Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Who deserves your attention Or a hasty fly by In… Read More Busy Bee

Hints

  Nothing ever Stays the same The birds The people The lay of the land They fly They age They grow wild and free Leaving only Hints Of what used to Be

Chimes

  The clock keeps on ticking It keeps track of the hour Its seconds are sweet As its minutes are sour Its chimes are so pleasing If not quite deceiving How slow, oh how fast Where does the time go?