
“Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.” – Jodi Picoult
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“Extraordinary things are always hiding in places people never think to look.” – Jodi Picoult

The wind spoke softly through the trees,
A whisper carried on the breeze.
Not every truth comes loud and bold—
Some lessons bloom as hearts unfold.
A fallen leaf, a fading light,
Can teach us grace in saying goodnight.
No need for thunder, grand display—
The lesson lives in everyday.

“The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.” ―Arthur C. Clarke

The remnant piece of rag,
A symbol of strength and hope,
In Victoria’s hands it lay,
A testament to resilience.
Tattered and worn, yet cherished so,
It held memories of struggles,
But through it all, it stood tall,
A reminder of perseverance.

Still
searching for the light,
Still
fighting through the doubt,
Still
carrying this hope,
Bringing dreams about.
Still
holding onto visions,
Still
yearning for the truth,
Still
believing in the future,
As I embrace my youth.
Still
finding my own way,
Still
learning how to be,
Still
the heart that craves connection,
In this journey, I am free.

I desire for closeness,
Does not have to be a lover,
A gentle touch, a whispered truth,
In the silence we can uncover.
A shared laugh in the fading light,
Moments wrapped in warmth’s embrace,
Friendship deep as a starry night,
In the company, we find our place.
Conversations that flow like streams,
Eyes that catch and hold the gaze,
In simple things, we find our dreams,
A bond that shifts through time’s maze.
So let us walk this life together,
Through every joy and every test,
In the tapestry of now and forever,
It’s the closeness that makes us blessed.

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is a quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.'” —Mary Anne Radmacher
SHUDDER
STUTTER
SPLUTTER

In shadows deep, where whispers shudder,
Echoes dance, as thoughts begin to stutter.
A breeze sweeps through, the leaves a-splutter,
Carrying secrets that the night can utter.
Moonlight glimmers on the waters’ face,
Each ripple a story, time can’t erase.
The forest sighs, the stars commence to flutter,
In this quiet realm, the heart starts to mutter.
Yet still, there’s beauty in the faintest glimmer,
As darkness wraps around, the hopes grow slimmer.
But in the stillness, even fears may sputter,
Finding peace in silence, where shadows scatter.
FOOT
YARD
MILE

In a yard where dreams are sown,
With flowers bursting, colors grown,
A footstep echoes, soft and light,
As whispers dance beneath the night.
A mile away, the stars alight,
Guiding hearts through darkened plight,
Each step a journey, vast and grand,
With hope and courage, hand in hand.
So tread the path with faith anew,
With every footfall, life will ensue.
In the yard of time, we’ll plant our fate,
And walk each mile with love, not hate.

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“Do not wait for the perfect time and place to enter, for you are already onstage.” —Unknown

Fury in the wind,
Life’s unpredictability,
A whirlwind unfolds.

Lilly longed for friends,
For she had always faced taunts.
In a world that felt so cold,
She sought warmth and kindness to hold.
Together they will create a bond that never ends.

The silence in your words
tells me more than you can ever say.
In the quiet depths, emotions swirl,
A hidden truth beneath the fray.
An excellent poem that is also a reminder to us all.