Since I was in Junior High, I loved creating poetry and reading them to my friends. Over the years, I have collected a few inspirational pieces that I want to share with you.

A Love Letter
To you I owe my time, my life, my love, and my desires.
You have given me a love that can not be described.
I pray that you give me all that you can and more.
That you may become my shelter in the rain. My sunshine in the morning.
My stars in the bright night and my blanket in the cold.
You will be my strength when I am weak and my warm embrace when I am sad.
For you I will become your friend, your companion, your lover.
I will give you unconditional love, trust, courage, and loyalty.
You will be given everything you want, desire, need, and more.
For you I will become your strength when you are weak,
Your blanket when you are cold, and your stars to guide you through the night.

Heart Of Steel
Passion gets the best of some.
While pain always is the hardest part.
And even when you find the one,
it’s really over before you start.
Love’s more than a 4 letter word,
it’s everything that they say is real.
And never think that it can’t hurt,
even when you’ve got a Heart of Steel.
She waits for the phone to ring,
as the tears fall from her eyes.
And starts to wonder what was told,
is it true or was it lies?
Another night she sleeps alone,
as she waits for her Romeo.
It’s the kind of things that you read in books,
when he’s doing things that she doesn’t know.

The One I Love
The one I love has gone away.
But my love for him will stay.
He left before I could say goodbye.
Now I just want to cry.
I count the months until I can see him again.
But there are times I cannot begin,
My love for him remains too strong;
yet what I feel for him is wrong.
The one I love is strong and kind.
I wish more than anything to make him mine.
No one understands how I feel inside.
But I know my love for him is true and real.
He brought me joy and happiness too.
But without him here, it feels like a wound.
Cutting deep into my soul.
The one I love has gone away.
But will come back surely, one of these days.

Treasury
I met someone a year ago,
so warm and gentle and kind.
He made me laugh at everything,
and I wish I could make him mine.
We laughed, we cried, we felt each other's pain.
I told him that I loved him and hoped he felt the same.
Months flew by and we talked everyday.
I told him that I treasured our friendship,
and that I hoped to meet him one day.
I care for him, dearly love him, and adore the things he says.
There seems to be something more though,
But it's so hard to understand.
I worry on the days that I do not talk to him;
Where is my friend? How is he doing? And is he okay?
To be friends with you, I've waited all my life.
I wish you the best, and good luck finding a wife.
When we say those three words, I can't help but say;
I want you in my life, and I'll treasure our friendship,
each and every day.

My Beating Heart
Sometimes I feel like there's a hole in me. A hole that lets
everything out but won't let anything stay in.
My emotions stay locked up inside and all that you can hear are
the soft beatings of my heart. Each beat of my heart is a
message to you. Each beat represents my love for you.
I can't tell you how I feel. I can't express it to you. But
if you listen to my heart, it will explain everything. Like a baby
to a mother that hears the beats and knows that it is safe and loved.

Oh, My Stars
My emptiness is like the sky. It goes on for miles and miles, yet
no one knows what's really out there. Each star is like a feeling
I have, or get, that is about to explode. When it explodes, there
is always someone around to watch it and feel the pieces hit them.
I close my eyes and wait for the pieces to slowly fall down. As
they fall, I see you and hope they go straight for you. I feel
them explode silently and open my eyes to see them going for you.
As you catch them, you know more and more of my deep love for you.

The Date
You sit and wait for her to call or stop by.
She finally calls at eleven and says she’ll be there at nine.
You get all worked up and pick out some clothes.
You hope that she’ll be there this time,
and you go out to buy her a rose.
It’s a little past seven and you’ve already shaved.
You think to yourself, ''Could this be it? Is she the one?''
You gather your courage and head for the door,
grabbing your keys and whistling with joy.
You arrive at the restaurant a half-hour early,
sit at the bar and than start to worry.
''Will she come? Will I see my angel this time?''
You wait for the waiter and head for a table,
sitting and waiting and reading your watch.
It’s a quarter till nine and you start to get flutters.
You order a drink and ask one more time,
''What time is it, sir?'' and the waiter replies,
''Half past the hour, sir. Just give her some time.''
As you order a small meal, someone walks through the door.
''Is that her?'' you ask, but it’s only a little girl.
Holding his hand she looks quite young,
you offer a wave and she produces a smile.
The waiter stops by and takes up the dishes.
It’s a half past ten and you start to make wishes.
''Where is my angel? Is she alright?''
The questions come out, with no answers in sight.
You ask for the check and leave with a hurry,
with no place to go as the snow starts to flurry.
As you go inside your warm and cozy house,
you change your clothes and sit on the couch.
Waiting for her to call, or maybe stop by,
you start to give up and let out a cry.
Curling on the couch, with phone in one hand,
you fall off to sleep and wonder again,
''Where was my angel? Is she alright?''
The questions come out, with no answers in sight.

Another Lonely Night
Once in awhile you come across that one special person.
The one who finishes your sentences before they begin.
Who can know how you feel before a word is even spoken.
That person who says they care for you so much. And it shows.
And the one who can sing a song that only you can hear.
When the moon is full, you know that they are looking at the same one.
The rain falls, and it's them that you want to be curled on the couch with.
And during the cold days of winter, it's them that keeps you warm.
Whenever you are down, they known how to pick you right up.
They seem to say all the right words at all the right times.
They become your strength whenever you are weak.
And can even make you laugh when you've had a very bad day.
That special person who greets you every morning with a long and loving kiss.
Or who makes the effort to re-heat your dinner when you are two hours late.
You think of them constantly; almost every hour of the day.
Wishing that they would call, as you reach to answer your phone.
It's the little things that you notice the most, and
the small and simple things that mean so much to you both.
You treasure their heart like no other in the world.
And for that you open your eyes and give them your heart and soul.
That special person is out there for you.
It just takes time, a little faith, and a lot of patience.

Daddy
On a cold Winters Eve he calls out in pain.
"I can't hold on," he says. "I just can't no more."

The family surrounds him as he muffles his cries.
"I Love You, Daddy," they all say with a sigh.

He takes his last breath as they all watch in fear.
"This can't be happening? Christmas is so near."

They cover his face and make a few calls.
The cries can be heard in between the thick walls.

"He's with God now," we hear someone say.
"The angels have taken him so far far away."

The day of the wake he is dressed in his best.
Looking so peaceful as he lies there and rests.

Everyone cries as he's lowered to the Earth.
A 5-gun salute to mark his remembrance.

They say their last words and look back once more.
To remember the man we all loved and adored.

Scared
I'm standing on the basement stairs - frozen.
The baby, walking or riding a bike, in the empty basement, on the back wall.
I try to call for Cameron, but he just looks at me.
I can't move. I can't breath. I'm frozen.
My knees are where the ceiling would be and if I bent down, I'd see the baby.
But I see him and I'm standing up straight.
The baby is only a few months old, yet he is walking.
He looks almost deathly. A little white or pale.
I'm frightened. I'm scared. Why can't I call for my Cameron?
I try to walk up the stairs but can't feel my feet.
I feel my breath being sucked away. My heart pounding.
My body is shaking and I yell out loud.
"Help me, Cameron. Get me out."
I'm still frozen and I awaken.

Day Dream
I  lay here thinking of how sweet you are;
how you always make me feel so true.
I love to watch you as you dream away;
and how so peaceful you seem to be.
When you wake, I'll be right by your side;
to let you know it's okay.
Laying here, waiting for a kiss or a touch;
I just love the way you feel me.
How you hold me tight and give me security;
and even the way you steal those kisses.

Patiently Awaiting
I lie awake thinking,
of your gentle touch and innocent stares.
The way you embrace me in your arms. (hugs)
I can close my eyes and feel you near.
Lifting my spirits with your simple words.
Tickling me with your soft, loving hands.
I do enjoy the ways that you kiss me. (steal)
How you press yourself against me,
and lay your lips upon mine. (kisses)