Jennifer lindquist
Bio
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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A broken heart
A broken heart My heart is aching, for the love you wants showed me. It’s as if someone tore my soul apart. Since I’ve lost you, I haven’t been the same. My broken heart has sent me on fire, and turned me into a heartless soul. I will not go, without a fight, I know my love I had for you, once is now gone because of a broken heart that was made by you, with your dishonesty. But, some how I can for give you, because god once told me its going to be okay. Even though you, have a broken heart you must move on and forgive those who may have deceived you, and hurt your soul and broke your heart, you must move on, so when you die someday you can be at piece, with the souls who broke your heart. So go at peace, even with a broken heart.💔
By Jennifer lindquistabout 2 hours ago in Poets
A thing called the Rain
The clouds moving, The trickling sound coming down on to the rooftop, of the house as I lay asleep. I wake up, I go downstairs, open the back door, and as I walk outside. I take in a deep breath, and as I let it out. I feel this nice crisp air moving through my body and soul. It seems, to give me my own cleanliness, like it does the earth. As I keep walking outside, I feel the cool air, moving in my hair, it makes me feel at peace within myself and no cares in the world. Just enjoying, the moment of a thing called the rain.
By Jennifer lindquistabout 2 hours ago in Poets
My favorite season
Leaves changing, the smell of fresh crisp air, as your walking through the forest. The crunching of the leaves, as you step on them one foot at a time. How beautiful this time of year is, with the vibrant colors of the trees, during the day and the big bright full moon at night. This is why Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. Its the change from summer to Fall, preparing us for the change of the next season winter.
By Jennifer lindquistabout 4 hours ago in Poets
