Category: poetry
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Sitting here gazing at turquoise and blue;Gentle, rolling waves creep to shore;Layers of frothy-white meet the sand-Distant boats trace the horizon.My vantage point is limited to view of water;Metal rail a reminder of separation;Yet I, for a moment, can witness the fun-Youths kicking water and frolicking like seals.My busy day not ended, and yet,This picture…
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Weeks of waiting, pleading forA water soaking time outdoors-Bunch of Balloons filled with ease;Toddler drops them from the knees.Confetti of broken balloons strewn about;Smiles we cannot do without-Squeals of delight as buckets drench backs;Feet slomp slomp and balloons go “splat”.Hoses soak and sprinklers cool;Children splash water from wading pool-An hour or more passes, it’s time…
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Sitting here Staring at Lake King, Grateful for the breeze Tickling my face And the red flag flapping The whir of the engine Laughing, playing, children The bee that didn’t sting me And the seals that frolicked. Time to relax; Away from children clamouring Remembering my childhood And my love of the water Snapping pictures…
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Butterfly remembers the flowers of homeFlits among shades and familiar scentsPauses to drink the loveliness inA strong gust blows it awayDays of confusion, searching- hopingPeril and a broken wing-Crawling back to comfort once moreThe night turns into dawn ©️ M. Patterson 30.11.25
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Gentle, calming soaking rain; Soothing, reassurance comes- Running into tiny pools; Drought a banished thing. Peaceful hearts and minds refreshed; Hope unfurls the weary leaf- Crumpled saplings rise once more; Death a banished thing. Upwards grows the tender stem; Seeking warmth of midday sun- Buds are waiting, hearts receiving; Life a chosen thing. ©️ M.…
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In a house with chaos, loud and draining, Lives two frazzled parents asking For wisdom in droves and abundance of patience, Stretched beyond anything they’ve ever known. Hard to explain one day to the next; Calm for a short time then busy at best; Never quite enough hands or love in action- Someone always lacking…
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I thought I would share one of my early poems that I wrote to capture the hope I found in Jesus. It shows that the development of faith is not always a straightforward one and that there are tests and struggles which prove it to be genuine. It also illustrates that hope is found through…
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Reblogging an old poem that still means so much on my journey. From my heart came a cry, Which You helped me share in words; When I was weak and crushed, You helped me recognise the storm. Not from You, but for good- You allowed this storm to come; Though it damaged, You restored, As…
She hath wings 