We are entering my third and last journal that holds my poems. It is not yet full, and there are not really too many in there. A total of three for 2006. I think this is the point when I stopped brooding over everything. I started spending more time with other people. All through school it was mostly school, sports and home. I spent a lot of time reading and with myself. As I started to branch out I stopped finding reasons to write so much. I kept "love" at arms length for most part. So without that falling, new excitement spark and heartbreak I didn't really feel the need to express my emotions through poems. Keep this one short today, here is 2006.
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The Land I Love This poem was written for a contest (and won!) that was themed Nipigon. (Of All Places)
The Land I love is full of friends
Walking down the street results in hello’s of no end
A close-knit web holds this land tight
Calling this land home just feels so right
Pride fills my heart as I love this land
For everywhere I turn is a helping hand
The land I love is where I’ve grown
I laid my roots where seeds were sown
I sprouted with love and care from the ground
With the help of all the support I’ve found
I grew tall and I grew strong
Like those before me, the wind tells me the song
About our land of waters, trees, and hills
Sweet summer nights and cold winter chills
Our rivers filled with fish jumping and shores explored
Our land holds past stories and the future holds more
History’s tales run through our land’s soul
For our past has made our future whole
My foundation is in this land I love
And among all others I hold it above
From days anew and days of old
I could have chosen no other place to have grown
For as I blossom and bloom into who I am
I know I owe it to this land
The land I love
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He
He is the one
But he does not know it yet
He is the one
That my heart cannot seem to forget
He floods my mind
Like a raging storm
And his mystery appeals to me
Like that of something foreign
If I close my eyes
I can almost feel is touch
I imagine it so gentle
Yet to feel it would almost be too much
I feel he is the one
And my heart feels it is so
But to utter it across my lips
Is something his ears shall never know
So as that storm rages on
He shall remain in the eye
For I can never give more
Than my gentle sigh
He
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In Bloom
Her petals once so wilted
As the winter frost set in
She felt so droopy and dreary
As the days went on her colors stayed within
The winter days would sparkle bright
But this flower was trapped in a dark night
So lost in a storm swirling fast
Consumed by memories of her haunting past
Then she stretched her steam to days ahead
And rather than droop she thrived instead
And in the sun the snow melted fast
As all those memories faded to the past
With new love for what she had become
She did not stand wilted
But bloomed in the sun
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Until next time,
The Hopeless Romantic x0x
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