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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My little jumping bean
The little jumping bean that always ask why? Hi my name is bean and I love to use the word why? Why does the sun have to go down at night? Mommy bean says, its so the moon can come out and her and I can go to sleep, and have sweet dreams at night.
By Jennifer lindquist8 days ago in Poets
Victim of manipulation
I thought you were a friend until you started playing mind games and I told you how I felt about you everything changed. You would become hot and cold and only reach out when you wanted something in return. My hopes and dreams of finding someone after years of being alone and focus on myself after a divorce. I prayed for true love. I thought
By Jennifer lindquist9 days ago in Poets
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 lindquist10 days 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 lindquist10 days 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 lindquist10 days ago in Poets
