28 Dec 2020
by Deborah Horton
in December 2020, poetry
Tags: happy new year, let it go, new year, poem, poet, poetry writing
Photo by Gianandrea Villa on Unsplash
End of the year is here
new one on the horizon
moving forward to the future
leaving 2020 behind
Ever hopeful
we reach out
for better days ahead
with waiting hearts
Optimism abounds
hoping for change
looking for light
at the end of the tunnel
New year arrives
bringing a chance for miracles
and possibly something closer
to normal
Another year come and gone
with highs and lows
we move ahead
and try to let it go
06 Dec 2020
by Deborah Horton
in December 2020, poetry
Tags: kindness, love, poem, poems, poet, poetry, writing community, writing poetry
Photo by Christopher Beloch on Unsplash
In a world of no margin
we can feel very alone
struggling against the world
ever increasingly stressful
But what if I told you
that a single word or deed
of kindness towards another
could mean survival
So many are on the precipice
of giving up hope
giving up their lives
giving in to sadness and grief
Loss of normalcy
isolation
death of life
as they knew it
One word one deed
of true kindness to another
just to show
they are not alone
29 Nov 2020
by Deborah Horton
in November 2020, poetry
Tags: create gratitude, gratitude, poem, poet, poetry, thankful, writing community, writing poetry
Photo by Guillaume de Germain on Unsplash
Words of thanks
written, spoken, thought
for things big for things small
creating gratitude for them all
Filling your mind
with thankful things
creating a universe
that receives and then gives
Continually creating
with thankful hearts
karma of gratitude
returning greater
Breathe out gratitude
breathe in blessings
expand your universe
creating gratitude
Read my blog this week entitled Creating A Universe Of Gratitude
08 Nov 2020
by Deborah Horton
in November 2020, poetry
Tags: change, constant change, poem, poems, poet, poetry, writing poety
Photo by Ross Findon on Unsplash
We fight against it
fear all phases
worry about outcomes
want to control
Resistance is futile
change continues always
ever constant
always present
We push back harder
hoping to avoid
wanting to keep
what we think we need
Universe pushes back
we struggle to stop it
afraid of what we
may become
Universe knows better
all life
all growth
needs change
Be calm
accept what is
let go of what was
become new
11 Oct 2020
by Deborah Horton
in October 2020, Write In The Flow
Tags: poem, poet, poetry, writing poems, writing poetry
By Robin McNamara
Photo by Cole Wyland on Unsplash
By Robin McNamara
Me, Myself and I,
Walked past the wintered
Tree
In the park with it’s departed
Leaves.
Myself though about I
And what to do with Me.
My heart, like the leaves
Fallen in decay.
I was within Myself,
All alone in the park,
With just Me.
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