Poetry – Page 17 – Deb Hawken

Shredded

A little bit of light-hearted fun, and as close to risqué as I’d dare to go! ****** I bought myself a shredder I shredded everyday To make the heaps of paper Go noisily away I found piles of paper everywhere Under every sink Why I kept this mess of stuff I didn’t like to thinkContinueContinue reading “Shredded”

Wishing Words

Photo by Nita on Pexels.com I wish Happiness into your life So that you attract joy Luck and abundance In all good things I wish that the sun warms you The stars guide you And the moon reminds you Of the cycles of life Only love never ends I wish That you knew how magnificentContinueContinue reading “Wishing Words”

Who?

Photo by KawaiiArt1980 on Pexels.com Who is this perfect person you want to know?This flawlessFaultlessVision of brillianceThis sparkling example of humanity?It isn’t meI am humanI am fallibleI have weaknessesStrengthsAnd everything in betweenI love deeplyI forget things sometimesI daydream when I should be workingOccasionally I leave a tap runningBut I am respectful and considerateI love myContinueContinue reading “Who?”

All

What is everything to you?Photo by Vlada Karpovich on Pexels.com This is the anchor poem of the ‘All’ series. AllIs everythingIt is the beginning and the endThe Alpha and the OmegaThe I wishI hopeI wonderAnd I amIf you want everythingYou must be allAnd if you want to be allYou must be everythingYou must not feelContinueContinue reading “All”

Hope More

I find sunflowers hopeful and upliftingPhoto by lil artsy on Pexels.com When you want to illustrate hope there are so many ways to do it, but for me nature reminds us that we can come back from a winter of the soul. Year after year, decade after decade, it does what it does, and nothingContinueContinue reading “Hope More”

Breakdown

In hiding within No one knows how anyone else feels, nor can one person explain how another will react to the same situation. As such, this is a very personal account of how it felt to be me, in a way that I found more comfortable at the time, trying to bring a little lightContinueContinue reading “Breakdown”

Who Am I?

Too tempting not to use the book cover to illustrate this poem about the life-long search for self, that is so much fun. Far from age taking things away from you, it gives you so much more. You feel free to be who you are, do as you wish (taking others into consideration of course,ContinueContinue reading “Who Am I?”

It’s a Punch

Acknowledging that men go through this tooPhoto by NEOSiAM 2021 on Pexels.com You think of it as words But it’s a punch A blow to the gut A wound to the psyche A thrust to the heart Have confidence you say I did before all the punches You wouldn’t expect someone To pole vault withContinueContinue reading “It’s a Punch”

Wrinkles

Photo by Nashua Volquez-Young on Pexels.com These fingers have bent a million times And this face has creased into thousands of expressions The lines around my eyes arose from Crying at sadness Laughing with joy Wincing at the unkindness of the world And squinting through headaches and bright sunshine This saggy chin has dipped downContinueContinue reading “Wrinkles”

You Should See Her

I love the twist at the end of this poem. One of those where you think it’s obvious and then it isn’t. But to me, as a spiritual thinker, this has an important point. We’re more alike than we think, and there’s a little bit of everything in all of us. It’s quite weird lookingContinueContinue reading “You Should See Her”