Poetry by Deb
A Collection of Original Poems
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Most of the poetry you read on this website is from the book: Pausing to Catch my Breath by Debra A. Warren (that's me). I am told that my poetry is candid, insightful, and reflective. Most poems are written through my own eyes and experience. Other times, I write from the perspective of others. You'll find love poetry, romantic poetry, humorous poetry, and more.
Poetry by Deb
My Mother Taught Me This
Never take the easy way out; persevere
Speak the truth,
even when you are the minority.
Show affection, speak of love
Laugh often, laugh at your own mistakes.
My mother taught me this.
Know that nothing happens in life
that you cannot handle.
Understand that to love yourself is a gift to you.
Change is not always easy, but don't avoid it.
Learn more by seeking knowledge
in books and words.
My mother taught me this.
Don't take 'no' for an answer.
Stand up for what you believe.
Be kind to people who you know have troubles.
Have fun in life
and don't wait until tomorrow to have it.
My mother taught me this.
Because I was a witness to my own mother's
great inner strength,
I am a woman of great inner strength.
I've shared this gift with my children,
friends and family.
I am thankful, eternally grateful,
and I will always remember that
My mother taught me this.
In My Dreams
You are healthy again
I can touch you once more
There is no depression
No isolation and no pain
In my dreams
You embrace me gently
And I whisper softly
My days are so lonely now
Nights are dark and too silent
In my dreams
We talk about my future
Remember our past together
Forgive any disappointments
Validate our grief and loss
In my dreams
I promise to be strong
To live my life to the fullest
Carry your spirit with me always
Pray for you daily
In my dreams
I feel whole again
Knowing you are within reach
My tears cleanse my soul
And I awaken to the new journey.
Today is Just a Routine Day
Somebody will take his or her last breath today
Somebody will lose his or her job today
Somebody will find out they have a terminal illness today
Somebody will get raped today
Somebody will suffer verbal abuse today
Somebody will be a victim of domestic violence today
Somebody will be involved in a car accident today
Somebody will have his or her house burn down today
Somebody will have a miscarriage today
Somebody will decide to end his or her marriage today
Somebody will commit suicide today
Somebody will have their spouse cheat on them today
Somebody will admit that he or she is an alcoholic today
Somebody will become homeless today
Somebody will become addicted to drugs today
Somebody will lose a loved one to death today
Somebody will be grateful today
Today is just a routine day.
Growing Old
I plan on growing old with grace
There will be no nips and tucks on this face
I have dark circles beneath each eye
And there they’ll stay until I die
My little wrinkles just show age
To stay young is the newest rage
I have no desire to maintain youth
Let me tell you the honest truth
I’ll eat my cake and gain the pound
All misplaced weight can be found
My hair is turning a lot more gray
The stress in my life is here to stay
Why make my head a color that’s new
Last time I tried that, my hair was blue
My pants are tight and my big butt jiggles
Most of my body parts are full of wiggles
I drink white wine and stay up too late
Have lots of laughs while I await my fate
I’m not out to impress on this fine day
I will enjoy life… and do it my way!
I seem to be running late today
This time my Doctor will have no say
I’m tired of sitting with all the others
Mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers
Now the Doc can have his chance to see
What it’s like to wait for me
The tables are turning and I’ll call the shots
I’m not staying here to get frustrated lots
These appointments are made much too tight
Two women I see are ready to fight
I have people to visit and places to be
No opportunities to rest idle for me
So now comes your chance to know dear Doc
What it’s like to watch the clock
It really is inconsiderate and not very nice
And to think what you charge here for a price
I don’t appreciate the drawn out wait
There’s too much time to ponder my fate
For my next visit I strut in slow at ten past nine
From my seat I swear I hear you whine
Other patients arrive who feel the same
We’re no longer putting up with this game
Now there appears to be some type of gap
Grab a magazine Doc and plan to nap!
Insight
I trust in myself
And the goddess within
She will never lead me astray
The strong sense of intuitiveness
That I feel deep within my gut
At the center of my being
Gnaws at my conscience
Demanding attention be paid
I listen carefully to the wise woman
Who has lessons to teach
Which have been learned
In more than one lifetime.
I Think
I think even while I sleep...
I think about how loud and clear people
can be pushed away by another person
and have the illusion
that there can be some pain
worse than the push.
I think about how sad it is
to feel the "need"
to hang on to a love
that lowers a person's own respect
for themselves.
I think about lies
and wonder how many times
they can be overlooked
to avoid
the inevitible.
I think about how deep some hurts are
and how pain is tolerated
for moments of pleasure.
I think about the risk people take
by giving up what they "have"
in the hopes of having "more".
I think about fear
and how it immobilizes people.
I think about what love means to me.
I think about a love I know.
I think about a love I used to know.
I think of what could be.
I think of what really is.
I think about toleration.
I think about humiliation.
I think about deceit.
I think about potential.
I think about joy.
I think about hope.
I think about you.
Ironically, sadly and lastly...
I think about me.
Pausing to Catch my Breath
Stopped in between where I was
And where I'm going
I rest, pausing to catch my breath
When I close my eyes,
I see my past vividly
Hearing the music,
I dance to my yesterdays
Unable to feel the present for too long,
I reflect more
My life was filled with great joys
That have come and gone
And the deepest sorrows
That may always remainIn this space of days gone by
And the many tomorrows
I rest, pausing to catch my breath
As my life continues to evolve
With a new strengthLove can conquer all.
A Well-Loved Book
There’s a distinct smell of an aged book
It is found only in the ones that are saved
In between each page of the yellowed paper
We have a chance to expand our horizons
These same lines touched another person
Those of us who love to read will browse for hours
Finding it difficult to choose our genre for escape
Mystery or fiction or autobiography or religion
I live along side the main characters
Poetry allows me to become introspective
I like to wonder who borrowed from the library
The week before I enjoyed the literature
Surely there are many optimistic youngsters and adults
Who are excited by the possibilities in their futures
Hopeful to be the author of a well-loved book.
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