
Write me a poem
Express what you will
It doesn’t have to rhyme
Just tell me how you feel
It can be candid or cryptic
Full of love or even hate
Just tell me how you’re doing
I’ll give no debate
The things that you write
Won’t be judged by me
Just say what you want
And set yourself free
Let your words flow easily
Pour them on a page
You might find it helpful
To empty some rage
Whatever spills out
Must come from deep within
And don’t get so frustrated
That you throw them in the bin
Every word matters
The good and the bad
Sometimes this is the only way
To empty all the sad
So please take your time
And tell me how you feel
Be it positive or negative
It’s the only way to heal
You’ll be relieved to have unburdened
What’s been clinging to your soul
It’s the only good way
To feeling happy and whole
© 2022 Michelle Cook
Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/sunset-rope-swing-girl-silhouette-5737120/
we will dance among the wildflowers
before the summer sun
wilts their technicolor coats
of their glory
today is the only day
that matters
between us
take off your shoes
my love
and take my waiting hand
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I love this…
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❤️
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So lovely.
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Thank you… ❤️
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Lovely way to elaborate love and inspiration
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Thank you, aana ❤️
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You’re welcome 💕
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A beautiful poem, which speaks to my heart. “ So please take your time
And tell me how you feel
Be it positive or negative
It’s the only way to heal” So very true. Lovely poem, Michelle. ❤️
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Thank you, Jeff. ❤️🩹
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You’re welcome, Michelle. Always. ❤️🩹
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Oh I love this Michelle..
Wonderful!
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Thanks, Cindy! Hope you’re having a blessed Saturday! ❤️
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You’re so welcome Michele. I appreciate that.. happy Sunday now.. 💗
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Write me a poem she said
Tell me all your thinking
Such a thing should not be read
Unless you’ve all been drinking
My thoughts are as turbulent as a stormy day
Switching topics with ridiculous ease
A mental state of disarray
Blown away on that stormy breeze
I cannot remember what this was about
My thoughts have gone askew
I need someone out there to help me out
Oh, hi M, how about you?
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I feel the same way sometimes and today it was a super windy day.
I could’ve stayed in bed all day but instead I went out to play.
And I’m so glad I took the opportunity to get out while I could
because right now there’s a storm a brewing and it doesn’t look too good.
The patio furniture is toppling over and I’m worried it might blow away.
I guess that’s what I get for living in a place that’s windy everyday. Lol
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Thanks Michelle, well played. Here is brief election diddy.
When did we lose sight of the truth
When did it become so uncouth
Candidates have always embellished
with their own brand of relish
I shall remember those in the booth.
Keith
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I love this! Thanks for playing along, Keith. 😃
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I love this one!
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Thank you, CQ… hope you’re having a great start to your weekend! 🙂
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Awww, I love the romantic and healing power of words.
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Thank you… 🙂
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You’re welcome.
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Very well said and I couldn’t agree more 🙂 Thanks for sharing.
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Glad you liked it, thank you… 🙂
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