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Colleen is an uninhibited and creative spirit with a passion for writing. Born in Canada and raised in a Mennonite home Colleens writings reflect the wholesome values of family, and a deep sense of faith. Colleen is the author of a collection of 4 poetry

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Describe yourself: 1 of 269

I'm a chameleon in rainbow socks Allured by happiness. A mom, a poet, a sister and friend Unaware of my own greatness. Defined by true nature to always believe A little love goes a long way. I'm as gracious as wind chimes stirred in the breeze Free in a summers day. I'm intense at absorbing anything new Yet misunderstood by ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Alone: 2 of 264

My feet still walk But inside I'm going no where My mouth still talks But inside there is this silence My ears still hear But who could really pay attention My hands still know What I can never mention My heart just pours Like the sound of rushing water What I miss most of all Is to be called your daughter My chance is over ...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Meaning of life: 2 of 183

Life is the Meaning "When a soul sees it is enough, it isn't the meaning of life that becomes dear to heart instead life becomes the meaning." The greatest day in all my life I knew I was enough and it all came from shoes. It was an empowering moment in every way and changed the course of my life forever. This just happened ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Loneliness: 10 of 541

Mr. Buddy His arms were shades of tan and white. His eyes sewn on by hand. My childhood keeper of the night and pal who'd understand. I held him closely through the day then called him to have tea. He did not have that much to say yet, it was fun just him and me. I do not remember feeling sad, at least not for very long. My ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 7 of 220

I've remembered you as your branches colored sunsets. I've remembered you a place where I grew old enough just to reach you. I've remembered you as you fearlessly endured the thunderstorms. I've remembered you as my fingers traced your wrinkles made of bark. I've remembered you, you always made me smile. Ive remembered you, ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Testimonies: Coping with life after sexual abuse: 2 of 30

No one had an answer to my questions about sexual abuse! Why did this ever happen to me? Why did this ever happen to anyone? Coping with life after sexual abuse is a one day at a time endeavor. I applaud all of you who have survived. Sexual abuse is as close as I have come to walking through the valley of the shadow of death...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love: 73 of 718

All became clearer, love is not deceit. I whispered, to the mirror bold to complete. Distant from gloom we dance with the sun. I became, bride for her groom unique and still young. Above frozen waters ice skaters we dance I felt, reward for Gods daughters inhaling my lovers glance.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On poems: 20 of 176

Write me a poem, born from heart. Write it with feeling from closing to start. Write me a poem create for a while. Write it to touch my lips with a smile. Write it of passion or write it of sting Write me a poem. Write anything. Write me a poem to empty your soul. Write it with passion beyond all control.
Relationships & Family > Communication (Other) How you can recognize a good listener: 7 of 49

A good listener is a treasure in a sea of people. There are many ways you can identify a good listener. Here are a few. A good listener will always make eye contact. They understand that looking into another person's eye when they are speaking shows attentiveness and interest .There is nothing worse than speaking to someone ...
Creative Writing > Memoirs Memoirs: Moments that change your life: 34 of 222

Can you believe it I kissed him! Come with me to a place of magic where I fell in love. May I remove a veil for a moment to reveal to you a beautiful garden with pools of water shining towards us millions of diamonds? The sun is warm and welcoming and as we step out of the shadows into this garden we see before us a stairway...