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I'm a stay-at-home mom and have been writing most of my life. One day, I'd like to say I'm a work-at-home mom who makes her living through writing. Until then, I just write for the sheer joy of it.

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Acrostics about freedom: 3 of 74

Far flung from home, they Realize some things are worth fighting for. Everlasting sacrifices Earn posthumous glory Duty to country over self allows Others to live freely More than this, we cannot ask.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Haiku about cats: 9 of 104

Eyes shine in moonlight Betraying the hunter who Wears night like a cloak.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Tanka about the ocean: 4 of 45

Treacherous waves break On an unsuspecting shore. Sand gives way quickly As driftwood usurps its place Suddenly... the deep blue calms.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Acrostics about winter: 6 of 63

White mittens and rosy cheeks Icicles that dance in the sunlight. New hats broken in and scarves on display. Truth is, winter, I might not like you much Each year, though, you astound me with Rainbows to challenge summer's best.
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Body image: 7 of 65

Funhouse Mirror The mirror in my bathroom should show me what to see But I think it must be broken that image can't be me. The pimply face and hooded eyes topped off with frizzy hair Along with more than fifty pounds that just should not be there. The crooked teeth should crack the glass but it never seemed so strong And eve...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death of a child: 19 of 173

What a Wonderful World? I was so excited to show you the world. The trees in autumn, the new life in spring The thunderstorms of summer, And, well, we could stay inside during wintertime; I didn't think you'd like snow. I wanted you to be able to see and hear Experience...everything Even the pain (though not too much) So hap...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Autumn leaves: 58 of 136

The heat of summer is no longer so bold And winter's chill has yet to catch hold For now all attention is upon autumn leaves And the intricate beauty that every one weaves Their allure is one of patience and grace They know they won't long be in this place But until they fall or are blown away They seem to take joy in the ro...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Questions: 89 of 186

Must I? I ask you this: Why must I know the evils of life Before I know the joys? Why must I see such fear and hate Taken out on girls and boys? Why must I learn of sinful deeds That I did not commit? Why must I tell the tale of time That has no charm, or wit? Why must I be told of power and wealth When they're things I'm no...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I hear you: 86 of 167

Sitting in the garden of an old church I feel my shame fall from my eyes Onto the flowers that hide me. My repentance makes me shake My insides swell with the need for forgiveness Though I do not deserve it. As I attempt to dry my eyes, I notice The sun breaking through the clouds overhead And so gently, I hear You whisper o...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: My dark side: 39 of 75

My Dark Side The smile that I show you MIght as well be carved from stone For the darkness that's inside my soul No one good has ever known. The face that I present belies My laziness and greed My anger, quick and biting Is excessive for my need. The eyes I see the world through Are tainted by distrust My insecurites run ram...