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About me - Joanna Smith

I absolutely
love to write.Poetry is my passion!
I have been writing poetry since I was a small child.I
write a few short stories from time to time as well.
I am 37 years old,engaged to a wonderful fiance,Jack.He is one of the most kind,caring,and loving people

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Facing death: 5 of 362
Always with me in my heartDeath had come for you many times,many times before.But God would not allow it,For he had so much more in store.You had three children who still needed you,A loving husband,heartbroken and spent.No matter what the doctors kept telling us,We weren't ready to let go just yet.We all stayed there with yo... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Faith: 30 of 277
Welcome HomeHer tin cup sat beside her on the cold stone bench,this poor soul who had no home.She couldn't turn to the comfort of family,For she was completely alone.The icy,cold wind cut right through her.Her tattered coat pulled about her so tight.Her stomach growled from hunger,as she tried to remember her last bite.Most o... More..
Health & Fitness > Depression Beating the winter blahs: 2 of 14
With todays hectic schedule many women find themselves feeling tired,drained,and somewhat depressed.It is quite common for a bad case of the blahs.Any psychologist will tell you to lose yourself in your favorite tunes.A slower tempo will immediately relax you,but music that is heavy,and throbbing will let you work through ang... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Left behind: 17 of 74
Guardian AngelSuch sweet peace in final slumber.At long last you are free.With earthly woes behind you,All burdens now relieved.With tear filled eyes we watched you suffer,and slowly fade away.Although we loved you deeply.We could not make you stay.God saw you were getting tired,and a cure was not to be.As he put his arms aro... More..
Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: Angels: 25 of 79
The StrangerJames was a devout Christian,who loved everyone,and everyone loved him in return.He traveled quite a bit for the large company where he had been employed for the last ten years.His wife didn't particularly care for the extensive traveling he had to do,and their six year old daughter cried for her daddy when he had... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Invite others into your heart: 8 of 21
Who is she? This captivating angel in white, who whirls and twirls in pure delight! Light as a feather she glides into my dreams. Such a familiar soul it seems. Whose beauty is beyond compare, with warm,dark eyes,and chestnut hair. Long locks with just a touch of gray that softly frames her delicate face. With golden wings sp... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love expressed: 289 of 722
If ever an Angel deserved her wingsYou are still the rarest of treasures.Truly a gift from God.Your love was completely unconditional,without you now,I feel so lost!You did way more than your part,You worked so hard.Helping take care of me for all my years.You broke up my silly fights.But helped bring me up rightthrough the l... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dear mother: 38 of 76
Happy Mother's DayThere are no words that could ever expressJust how dear you are to me!There was no tremble,no tremor in the endOnce they shut off the machines.Only the sound of pure silence,and the cries of my broken heart.I had lost my Mother,my best friend.My whole world torn completely apart.You looked so pretty in your ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: On love: 665 of 1269
Touch my face,dry my tearsplease promise mewe will always stay right here.Just like this,wrapped in your arms,With you holding me soclose we're heart to heart!Until this world comes to an end,You're my best friend!Please don't everlet me go.Predestined to be together,two lonely souls.God knew I needed youas much as you needed... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A father's love: 21 of 40
Weep NotHe said forgive them father,For they know not what they do.Into your hands I commend my spirit.I'm coming home to you.I've been taken,and by wicked handscrucified,and slain.But Father you have raised me up,and of death,you loosed the pain.Weep not,weep not,Oh weep not for me!Angels dance all about my throneRejoicing q... More..