When my thoughts are too heavy,
My feelings too numb,
When my heart is unsteady,
And the tears start to come,

I put on my running shoes.
Tonight I can’t hide.
I pace myself, breathing,
Letting go with every stride.

The melody of my footsteps,
The rhythm of my breaths,
Have synchronized into nothing;
A calm stillness inside my head.

I’m light as a feather.
I let myself fly.
The world is a blur, but tonight
… I’m alive.

Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/alive-7

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

I want to tell you
about the sunflower I found
on the sidewalk yesterday.
It is wilting and curled and gorgeous
and knows it.

I want to age like that,
never forgetting my own beauty,
never forgetting how to say bloom

I realized what I use poetry for now;
it’s a confession.
feelings and thoughts that I cannot let escape from my mouth
drips out of my brain as my fingers move faster than I can think
it allows the things I cannot bear to say to people come out onto paper
and give me closure from people that I cannot ask for closure from
so I thank the pages
for holding my thoughts
and turning my tears into ink
you have protected my sorrow
accepted my grief
fueled my love
and allowed my healing to have a home

The day was sunny
My emotions were blue
When you don’t break 80
You are destined to lose

Jim and Wally
You really messed up
You will not be invited
To Johnsen’s house for sup

We came in 2nd and 3rd
Yet somehow
We left without a trophy
what a catastrophe

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

Food is my happiest place
It is delicious and fun to taste
Pancakes and waffles with syrup
Or avocado toast
Those are breakfast foods I love the most
Margarita pizza and Greek salad too
Want to go out to lunch?
That should give you a clue.
Sushi is my all time favorite
With spicy mayo and rice
Once you learn how to use chopsticks
The meal will be nice
Dessert is a treat
Brownies cookies and cake
Homemade food addicting
It is better when you make
Food makes me happy
Serotonin is created
It’s a great way to bond with people
I love food, as I stated

A walk in the park is a pleasure to do,
When a visit to one is long overdue,
To take the dogs too, is really great,
For the exercise is just first rate.

The peacefulness can be very strange,
For quietness is such a change
From all the traffic rushing by,
The decibels get really high.

We have to live with constant noise,
That often takes away the joys
And contentment, that a walk can give us.
We’ve got to count is as a real plus.

There’s a lake where you can hire a boat,
And two or more can go afloat,
And meander, with the water calm,
With oars a dipping, what sheer balm.

At the end of the lake, the ducks you’ll meet,
And geese and swans, with their webbed feet,
All gather hoping to be fed,
With slivers of cake and slices of bread.

There are tennis courts and a golf course too,
You can do most anything you want to do,
For children, roundabouts and swings,
Seesaws, slides, gosh, there’s lots of things.

A small cafe where you can sit,
And enjoy a coffee and rest for a bit,
And watch the birds that gather round,
Robins and bluetits, ready to scrounge.

For any titbits that you might drop,
They’re very brave, and will sit atop,
The railings right next to your chair,
As long as with them, your fare you share.

The flowers are a joy to view,
The colours bright with the morning dew,
Red, yellow, purple, pink and peach,
Lifting their heads the sun to reach.

A walk in the park takes away the strain,
Of working, which we have to go back to again,
But as long as we take just a little time out
To relax, that to me is what life’s all about.

Oh what joy it is
To have a friend like you
For giving me strength
The way you do

For lifting me up
When I’m feeling down
And putting a smile on my face
When I’m feeling down

Thanks for being there
And helping me grow
Your friendship means a lot
This id like you to know

These are your own words
your way of noticing
and saying plainly
of not turning away
from hurt

you have offered them
to me I am only
giving them back

if only I could show you
how very useless
they are not