Tag Archives: #poem

Journal – an acrostic poem

Jotting down thoughts

One thought at a time

Using the words as therapy

Relating the tale helps

Nothing to hide

Always honest

Love how the words reveal the truths the eyes don’t see

The Scent of Summer (poem)

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would start with the smell of the ocean

The saltiness dancing in the early morning air.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the smell of sunscreen tinged with sand,

A gritty coconut aroma.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be the tantalising smell of pizza

With a whiff of a side of fries.

If I could bottle the scent of summer

It would be smores and ice cream

With a lingering hint of BBQ long since devoured.

The Forest Trail (poem)

We each set out together

Choosing a different path through the trees.

At points our paths converged briefly

Then peeled away

Taking each of us a different route through the trees

Sunlight warmed us

The leaves provided shade

The trees themselves gave us warmth and wisdom

We each navigated our way through the forest

Hearing our own messages as we travelled

Before each arriving at the end of the trail

In our own time.

Mirroring a journey through grief and healing.

(image sourced via Google- credits to the owner)

One Last Chance

What I’d give for one last chance….

One last chance to hold you close

One last chance to feed you tidbits

One last chance to see you roll over to get your belly rubbed

One last chance to see you asleep on the couch with Pooh

One last chance to hear you complain about getting soaked in the rain

One last chance to hear you purr…boy, could you purr!

One last chance to see you swagger off, tail held high.

One last chance cruelly denied…

Stinky  17/06/2016 – 12/06/2024

Peonies (an acrostic poem)

Petals tightly furled.

Echoes of how I feel.

One by open they gradually open.

Nudging, encouraging each other.

In time, the flower is fully in bloom.

Echoes of how I hope to feel on day,

Surrounded by sunlight…. Content.

(flowers from Bloom & Wild )

Pawprints

You looked up into my eyes and I knew it was time.

I cradled you as my heart started to crumble.

Selfishly I wanted…needed…more time,

But my head spoke louder than my heart in the end.

As the drugs coursed through your tiny veins,

I stroked your dark head, still so soft.

I told you I loved you.

My heart broke as you slipped peacefully away.

My tears fell as you left your final tiny pawprints tattooed on my heart.

(Sioux  4 Nov 2004 – 6 Sep 2023)

Inner Flame (poem)

Deep inside the flame burns quietly.

It flickers and dances as emotions fly by.

Some days its dim as reality takes its toll.

Some days it dances momentarily bright.

Even on the darkest of days its still there safe inside.

I nurture and treasure its warmth,

The heart of my soul at its core.

All that I am wrapped up within it.

Buried deep inside the light is me, the real me,

Tucked away safely,

Protected from reality,

Tended with love and patience,

Until the day comes when the flame can blaze brightly once more.

An Acrostic Poem for Mental Health Awareness Week 15-23 May 2023 – Anxiety

Another sleepless night

Nausea sweeping through me

Xanax sitting untouched on the nightstand

I will beat this

Every movement’s an effort

Teeth even ache in my jaws

Yesterday still torturing my mind

If you can relate to this short poem, please don’t suffer in silence. There are numerous resources out there to support. I’ll list a few below.

Everyone has mental health, the same way, everyone has physical health and like your physical health, sometimes its in better shape than others. It’s ok not to be ok.

Useful links :

https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/our-work/public-engagement/mental-health-awareness-week

https://www.mind.org.uk/get-involved/mental-health-awareness-week/

https://www.rethink.org/get-involved/awareness-days-and-events/mental-health-awareness-week/

Trust (an acrostic poem)

Trust should be cherished, never taken for granted.

Respect has to be earned then sustained.

Use your judgement wisely- once gone, they’re gone forever.

Spend a few extra moments in contemplation….

Think about the cost of blowing apart either or both…

Page

Page

Blank…

What are you hiding,

In those empty lined depths?

New worlds waiting to be revealed.

Old worlds waiting to be revisited.

Young love ripe to for exploration

Relationships that bloom,

Then wither through time.

Goodbyes to be said.

Laughter to light up the world.

Tears silently being shed.

A myriad of possibilities beckon

As I pick up my pen.

The writer’s blank canvas awaits.