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The universe is at my feet

The world is my playground

The stars are my guides

To the paths I will cross

And the moon is my light

That keeps me from being lost

–Katie Rose Waechter

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I have this knot you cannot see

This pain that’s deep inside of me

This heavy feeling in my chest

This open wound amongst my breast.

My knot never goes away

I fear forever it will stay.

It first came to me when you said “goodbye”

I felt this pain from my first sigh…

Apart from you

And love that felt true.

Now this knot won’t leave me be…

A reminder of you and again I weep.

–Katie Rose Waechter

 

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She chose to walk alone.
Though others wondered why.
Refused to look before her,
Kept eyes cast upwards,
Towards the sky.

She didn’t have companions.
No need for earthly things.
Only wanted freedom,
From what she felt were puppet strings.

She longed to be a bird.
That she might fly away.
She pitied every blade of grass
For planted they would stay.

She longed to be a flame.
That brightly danced alone.
Felt jealous of the steam
That made the air its only home.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

Some say she wished too hard.
Some say she wished too long.
But we awoke one autumn day
To find that she was gone.

The trees, they say, stood witness.
The sky refused to tell.
But someone who had seen it
Said the story played out well.

She spread her arms out wide.
Breathed in the break of dawn.
She just let go of all she held…

And then she was gone.

-Ginger Foutley (from As Told By Ginger – TV show)

Source: Fanpop.com

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I have a love affair with poetry

A love affair so deep

I wake with desire for it

And go to sleep dreaming about it

Dreaming about beautiful words

Floating through my mind

Like music notes playing out soft sounds

Transcending the hands of time

Until I wake again – my desire only increased

To tell my story; and write my poetry

Before those beautiful hands of time become unforgiving

And I lose another rhyme

Another possibility for a great poem

Another opportunity to express and love me

So I need to love my poetry

And express my love so loud

I am screaming from the top of my lungs

And I cannot control my lover’s desire

For my poetry!

To read it, and write it, and hear it, and love it

More passionately than what a man can provide

More dearly than what a friend can establish

Because it’s a love that’s all mine

Mine to explore

Mine to exact

Mine to embody

Mine to leave behind for the future

Fur the future of language

The future of love

The future of mankind

To feel my lover’s desire

So electrifying

So awe-inspiring

They can’t help but hear my poetry

And fall in love with poetry too

Fall in love with being inspired

Being empowered

And being a poem’s desire

Because poems do not write themselves

Poems come from us

They come from the depths of our beautiful minds

From our experiences and opinions combined

From being inspired

Falling in love

Falling apart

Poetry is there for us to embark

To take it in

Let it out

And let the poet’s inspiration be our cure

Let it be our guide

To live a beautiful life

Filled with love, laughter and strife

Filled with passion, pain and desire

Filled with a poet’s desire

…Filled with poetry

 

-Katie Rose Waechter

 

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One more step

I’ll never turn back

Two more steps

Freedom at last

 

Nothing ahead

But sunlight and sky

Nothing behind

I’m willing to try

 

Losing faith

In all I once knew

Losing fear

As the edge comes into view

 

Nothing but contempt

For the people of my past

Nothing but willpower

To move on at last

 

The closer I come

To doing the “what if”

The closer I come

To the edge of cliff

 

–Katie Rose Waechter

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If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or cool one pain,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.

-Emily Dickinson

Source: Family Friend Poems

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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

– Robert Frost

Source: Family Friend Poems

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I know that I will never know
The true height a sunflower grows

Or the way its petals move and breathe
As it gently floats in the breeze

I will never have the words to say
How beautifully a sunflower grows each day

Or how her gorgeous golden glow
Reflects the sun she intimately knows

I will never cross the seven seas
Or touch each horizon that I see

I may never reach the skies of success
Or live a life without distress

But I will always sit and wonder in bliss
How many flowers the sun has kissed

–Katie Rose Waechter (Published in The Storyteller Magazine)