Poetry

We were an unlikely fit from the start — the city‑sleek boy and the nerdy farm girl. I was the dream your mother hoped you’d choose, and perhaps the fear mine prayed I wouldn’t. Bad boys and nerdy girls rarely make sense, but sometimes the puzzle only works because the pieces are opposite. And so we held hands and fitted our edges. You called me the chaos of change. I called you the comfort of familiarity. You said I was independent. I said you were spoilt. You spoke of who y

Happy two years twenty‑four moons circling the sky, since the day I walked in hopeful, quietly managing expectations shaped by disappointments that taught me not to dream too far ahead. I told myself: no effort, no fantasy, be straight, be present let truth arrive before longing. Love is a strange creature: the greatest joy, the deepest tragedy, all because we seek it. It reveals itself only to the pure, the kind, the gentle to the soul who learns to heal themselves before o

Today we are here, wandering how we got here. Lady Time is a beautiful gift for she reveals the destiny of truth.

We’ve been on edge, life is changing. We're holding on for safety, grabbing railings and batting down hatches - why I ask?

My lust for love. I asked so many an hour, I asked when my eyes filled and tears flowed, I asked when my heart cried and my soul yearned. I asked, why not for me?

I didn’t feel like myself all this while, You didn’t feel like you too, for maybe we knew storm clouds were gathering.

And in an instant, her heart was full, for he fell in love with her…

You walked so sure, and knew too quickly, Like you’d planned what needed to be said; You took your stance and got us drinks, Never captured by my gaze.

Where do I start? You dropped me, like it was so easy and fine. It hurt because you had things to do. You say I am the light, stars to your dark moon, but you dropped me so easily, as if it were nothing.

I love you… I always knew I did not know, A wanderer learning as she goes, Never knowing the cost of her learning.

I stopped and took a breath; I stopped to breathe. I took a breath to see my truths; I took a breath to not become The hamsters on the wheel all around me. I took a breath as fires are being set alight; I took a breath because I didn’t know how To let you in without losing a bit of me.

A young girl knew love - The pride of a father, the warmth of a grandpa, the excitement of uncles, the naughtiness of cousins...

Paris in Spring is still; but my heart is wide awake.

Love calls on us to be something more – to trust that two is bigger than one.

A poem about the first time you made me smile.

What will be, will be, my love. I say, throw it to the winds.

When Love Is Fear opens our poetic series with a raw exploration of vulnerability, doubt, and the quiet courage it takes to love again.

A poem for my love, with all the reasons why I love you.

You are loved, you are worthy, and you are enough.

A poem for my love, reminding him of the promise I made to fight for our love.