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Thursday, February 23, 2012
Lonely Empty Box a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Lonely Empty Box
Once upon a time there was a little girl
who wandered into the forest, finding
an old, wooden box. Yet, pristine and new
to her. Her baby blue eyes lit brightened
and she thought about things to create her
magical box. Yet, as she looked at it,
she cried as she possessed sheer loneliness.
She had nothing to give to the precious
box. Not even a crayon to color on hearts.
Homelessness held her captive, no parents
to share in happiness, that she so craved.
No love to hold and seal inside.
She sat down on a broken tree and searched
for silent words and wishes, containing thoughts
that were hers. And suddenly a swollen
tear dripped inside the box. And emptiness
swallowed the warmth from her soul. Somehow knowing
that she would be able to hold onto
a far away dream, that could truly be hers.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
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Once upon a time there was a little girl
who wandered into the forest, finding
an old, wooden box. Yet, pristine and new
to her. Her baby blue eyes lit brightened
and she thought about things to create her
magical box. Yet, as she looked at it,
she cried as she possessed sheer loneliness.
She had nothing to give to the precious
box. Not even a crayon to color on hearts.
Homelessness held her captive, no parents
to share in happiness, that she so craved.
No love to hold and seal inside.
She sat down on a broken tree and searched
for silent words and wishes, containing thoughts
that were hers. And suddenly a swollen
tear dripped inside the box. And emptiness
swallowed the warmth from her soul. Somehow knowing
that she would be able to hold onto
a far away dream, that could truly be hers.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
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http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://bloggersblock.blogspot.com/
http;//mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
Lovely Pearls a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Lovely Pearls
Lost in a moment of thoughts she pulled
at her silent heart. Choked strands of pearls
hugged tight to her neck. Her love broke
away at the string that binds tragic
love lost. She stands surrounded, peacock
feathers comfort, but do not possess
love. Precious pearls are falling apart
and sullen Georgia wishes to mend
her broken heart. But her pearls are one
by one disappearing into a
deep, dark hole of her sad, dismal grave.
She was on the edge of watery tears,
threatening to waltz in with the storm
that beckons her breaking heart. Tidal
waves are ready to crash and destroy
all signs of her expectations of love.
She is now on a jagged edge, breaking.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
Lost in a moment of thoughts she pulled
at her silent heart. Choked strands of pearls
hugged tight to her neck. Her love broke
away at the string that binds tragic
love lost. She stands surrounded, peacock
feathers comfort, but do not possess
love. Precious pearls are falling apart
and sullen Georgia wishes to mend
her broken heart. But her pearls are one
by one disappearing into a
deep, dark hole of her sad, dismal grave.
She was on the edge of watery tears,
threatening to waltz in with the storm
that beckons her breaking heart. Tidal
waves are ready to crash and destroy
all signs of her expectations of love.
She is now on a jagged edge, breaking.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
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Caged Bird Free Verse poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Caged Bird
I am perched here in the shadows
of my pain. I hibernate now
my feathers torn and plucked, fallen
my mind ripped to shreds. Bitterness
sets in and my sorrows are deep.
I lost my lover and scattered
thoughts of love today descended
into a rocky abyss fills
my caged soul. My love feels wounded
like the fragile bird that refrains
from breathing. Daggers pierced my soul.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
"The Human Mind Is like an Umbrella. It Functions Best When Open." - Walter Gropins
I read this saying today and liked it.
Check out my paperdoll posts where my paper dolls are for sale on each of my blogs: I would love some sales.
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://bloggersblock.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
I am perched here in the shadows
of my pain. I hibernate now
my feathers torn and plucked, fallen
my mind ripped to shreds. Bitterness
sets in and my sorrows are deep.
I lost my lover and scattered
thoughts of love today descended
into a rocky abyss fills
my caged soul. My love feels wounded
like the fragile bird that refrains
from breathing. Daggers pierced my soul.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 24, 2012
"The Human Mind Is like an Umbrella. It Functions Best When Open." - Walter Gropins
I read this saying today and liked it.
Check out my paperdoll posts where my paper dolls are for sale on each of my blogs: I would love some sales.
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://bloggersblock.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Are We On the Same Page? a free verse poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Are We On the Same Page?
Together, as we wander through time
our relationship follows a winding
path of a new love that is growing
stronger like a thick, sturdy and taut vine.
Yet, I sit on your couch and ponder
unspoken thoughts and thinking of my goals
of someday living with you for real.
And I wonder as you talk of filling
up your spare room with stuff, is there still
room for me and my belongings in your
house? We stopped talking about moving in
with each other, and now I wonder "Has
anything changed?" I just want to know if
we share the same goals and are on the
same page. I just don't want our love to change.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 22, 2012
Testing out meter in this poem.
I borrowed a book on writing poetry in the youth section at the library.
It states that free verse is: a poem that is unpredictable with rhyme, rhythm and line stanza.
I also picked up a book of poems by Margaret Atwood, Billy Collins and Emily Dickinson. It kind of seems that they all write in free verse and don't seem to rhyme, yet their words and poems are very effective.
Waiting for a little money to come in so I can buy one of those dummies books on poetry.
If anyone likes paperdolls or knows someone who likes paper dolls, check out my previous post on this blog for my paper dolls for sale. I also have a post for them for sale on each of my blogs. I would love some sales.
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://bloggersblock.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
http://prolificpoetrychick.blogspot.com/
Together, as we wander through time
our relationship follows a winding
path of a new love that is growing
stronger like a thick, sturdy and taut vine.
Yet, I sit on your couch and ponder
unspoken thoughts and thinking of my goals
of someday living with you for real.
And I wonder as you talk of filling
up your spare room with stuff, is there still
room for me and my belongings in your
house? We stopped talking about moving in
with each other, and now I wonder "Has
anything changed?" I just want to know if
we share the same goals and are on the
same page. I just don't want our love to change.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 22, 2012
Testing out meter in this poem.
I borrowed a book on writing poetry in the youth section at the library.
It states that free verse is: a poem that is unpredictable with rhyme, rhythm and line stanza.
I also picked up a book of poems by Margaret Atwood, Billy Collins and Emily Dickinson. It kind of seems that they all write in free verse and don't seem to rhyme, yet their words and poems are very effective.
Waiting for a little money to come in so I can buy one of those dummies books on poetry.
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://bloggersblock.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
http://prolificpoetrychick.blogspot.com/
Monday, February 20, 2012
My Tough Skin a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
My Tough Skin
Loving, loving, really loving praise,
yet sometimes we need to accept the
other not so nice criticism.
Sweet, sassy, lovingly said words are
what we love to hear, ultimately
the stuff that is going to create us
into the stronger writer is the
negative stuff that is expressed by
others that you need to improve your
craft. We all need to get off our not
so lovely writers wreck from timely
manner. The hurtful words, dig in and
gut us from the inside out. Toughens
us and makes a more durable force
to proceed with a new way to see.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 20, 2012
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http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/ The Official Paper Doll Blog
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
http://prolificpoetrychick.blogspot.com/
She looks a little fragile, but inside her skin is tough.
Loving, loving, really loving praise,
yet sometimes we need to accept the
other not so nice criticism.
Sweet, sassy, lovingly said words are
what we love to hear, ultimately
the stuff that is going to create us
into the stronger writer is the
negative stuff that is expressed by
others that you need to improve your
craft. We all need to get off our not
so lovely writers wreck from timely
manner. The hurtful words, dig in and
gut us from the inside out. Toughens
us and makes a more durable force
to proceed with a new way to see.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 20, 2012
http://jennyjofaypaperdolls.blogspot.com/
http://jenniferpaperdolls.blogspot.com/ The Official Paper Doll Blog
http://mommiedearest101.blogspot.com/
http://yourstrulycraftygal.blogspot.com/
http://prolificpoetrychick.blogspot.com/
Images In Time a Free Verse Poem by Jennifer Jo Fay
Images in Time
I have been printing up pictures
and now scattered images are
frozen in monotonous time.
Vivid details of moments gone,
but not forgotten. My archives
spread out upon pure pink fabric,
adding to the asthetic touch.
Image of Nana, gone but in
spirit she lives upon the print,
pristine beauty that she once was.
Images of flowers, roses
and drawings of dolls so gothic
and yet beautiful fragileness
revealed. Blythe dolls with creepy eyes
and skinny dresses. Displayed with
photographic charms upon my
little photos destined to be
blank greeting cards to write upon.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 20, 2012
I got busy over the last few days printing up these little sizes of my photos and I am putting them on handmade greeting cards. Fun. Fun. Fun.
I have been printing up pictures
and now scattered images are
frozen in monotonous time.
Vivid details of moments gone,
but not forgotten. My archives
spread out upon pure pink fabric,
adding to the asthetic touch.
Image of Nana, gone but in
spirit she lives upon the print,
pristine beauty that she once was.
Images of flowers, roses
and drawings of dolls so gothic
and yet beautiful fragileness
revealed. Blythe dolls with creepy eyes
and skinny dresses. Displayed with
photographic charms upon my
little photos destined to be
blank greeting cards to write upon.
Jennifer Jo Fay
Copyrighted February 20, 2012
I got busy over the last few days printing up these little sizes of my photos and I am putting them on handmade greeting cards. Fun. Fun. Fun.
And I have recently learned something new about my poetry. I've been calling it poetry for a long time. I always thought I was writing poetry. Another writer at Triond recently put the bug in my ear that I was writing free verse and that my stuff was not a poem. I was told about meter and he stressed rhyming.
Which in fact, I don't have to rhyme to have it be poetry, but I discovered that a poem has to have rhythm or meter. So I looked it up today on ehow or ask.com and learned something new.
So hopefully now I will be actually writing free verse poetry. With meter or rhythm.
But as far as I am concerned, by older stuff still has a lot of importance even though I wasn't writing in meter. Words are still powerful in any context.
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