my four published poems

Last Rose of Summer

As the warm summer winds
take on the bitterness of winter,
a late blooming rose hesitates to open.

The day slowly wears on
and she stands proudly,
the warm sun on her face.

Bees and Butterflies come and go
and she weeps silently to herself,
listing to the songbird sing.

With her remaining days
she can feel her self grow weak,
and she begins to bend and wilt.

The sky grows dark with the threat of snow.
She trembles so with the winter wind.
How long will she last?

As the first snow flakes of the
season begin to fall, she lets go,
her petals falling to the ground.


Warrior

Here I stand alone
feeling next to nothing
but the chill in my bones
waiting here for something.

Here I wait in silence
waiting for the pain
waiting for the violence
waiting to be slain.

How long will this go on
how long must I wait
till night reaches dawn
frozen in this state.

Like my sprit longs to be
I will fight till I am free.



Goodbye My Love

His final word,
His last goodbye,
Brought a tear to my eye.
One last breath,
A single kiss,
Will always remain on my lips.
Goodbye my love.
His hopes and dreams,
His thoughts and fears,
Will remain with me through the years.
Goodbye my love.


Even Though He's Gone

Even though he's gone,
I can still feel him here.
In every kiss and in every tear.
Even though he's gone,
I can still feel his touch.
God I miss him so much.
Even though he's gone,
I can still hear his voice.
He was taken away,he had no choice.
Even though he's gone,
I can still hear him say
"I love you so much, in every way."