Hidden Again

Hi,

I could have written another poem about hope, but I didn’t want to overdo it. So, here is a poem I wrote that I want to share with you.

Hidden Again

The sun peeks out,

throwing back the curtain made of clouds

to gaze upon the earth,

but then,

startled,

she hides away again,

trying to find the courage to smile.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a look back at one of my older poems,

Distant Stars

“Stars, shining, lighting up the sky with their brilliance.” -Kylli Berg

Onward

Hi,

I know I’ve written other poems about hope, but I felt like I needed to write one today.

I hope you like it.

Onward

Deep down in your soul,

is a tiny spark,

that when the need is great,

burns into a flame,

it urges you onward,

saying,

“don’t give up,”

it is the thing the world calls hope.

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Now a look at another one of my poems about hope,

Hope

“Hope is that part of you that refuses to stop.” -Kylli Berg

Hear

Hi,

Today I will be sharing a poem I wrote, it’s a bit different than usual, but I hope you like it.

Hear

Step quietly through the forest,

stop,

listen,

what do you hear?

I hear the birds singing of their joy,

I hear the stream flying fast through the woods,

I hear the wind whispering in the leaves,

I hear the fox stalking it’s prey,

I hear the forest.

Listen closer.

I hear…

I hear the moon hiding behind the sky,

I hear winter sigh,

I hear the sun gaily dancing,

I hear summer prancing,

I hear the world.

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Now a look at one of my previous poems,

Listen

“Stand quiet in the silence, listen, listen close.”

Blossom

Hi,

Today I was inspired to write this poem. At first it was about flowers, then I realized how many flower names there are. Then it became about children too.

There are a lot of girl flower names out there, but not a lot of boy ones, so there are more girl names than boy names in this poem. I’ll let you figure out which ones are supposed to be the boy ones.

I hope you like it!

Blossom

Flowers blossom,

bright red roses,

shining white lilies,

deep purple violets,

radiant daisies,

red and orange poppies,

pure white jasmines,

pale pink clovers,

purple-blue sage,

yellow or white yarrow,

flowers in a field,

or children in a park,

far away you cannot know,

listen close and watch them grow.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a glance at a previous poem of mine,

Child

“tiny hands

reach out

little eyes

open” -Kylli Berg

Distant Stars

Hi,

Today I will be sharing with you a poem I wrote today. It’s about dreaming of other galaxies.

I hope you like it.

Distant Stars

Stars,

shining,

lighting up the sky with their brilliance,

far away planets,

perhaps some with aliens,

perhaps not,

yet,

down,

on Earth,

a small child looks up,

dreaming

of other galaxies.

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Now a bit of a previous post,

Stars are Lonely

“I could say you’re like a star, with planets caught in your gravity.” -Kylli Berg

Motherhood

Hi,

When I first started this blog, I said I would be posting some short stories along with my poems. Now I am going to live up to that, with a short story I wrote just a little while ago.

I hope you like it.

Motherhood

The Girl stared out at the cold grey sky, as if she thought if she looked hard enough she might see a dragon, or a spaceship, or an adventure waiting to happen. That adventure waited all right, it waited until the Girl was no longer a Girl, it waited until she was a Woman.

The Woman was married and now she was going on the adventure she had always dreamed of…. ..she was going to have a Baby. So she battled dirty diapers, wiped away tears, and watched as her little Baby learned how to walk.

Then her little Baby became a Kid, running around, getting dirty, and making noise. But the Woman soldiered on, she had the title of Mother. So she taught the three R’s, steadied bicycles, and put Band-Aids on skinned knees.

But then, the Kid became a Teenager and the Mother had to face her fiercest enemies yet. So she battled mood swings and attitudes, pimples and grumbles, texting and video games, until……………..

The Teenager became an Adult and the Adult got married and had Kids of her own……..

And the Girl who became a Woman who became a Mother, became a Grandma and soon another Girl was staring out at the sky…

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Anyway, it’s time for a quote from on of my earlier poems,

Defiance at the Sun Streaked Sky

“Love is the sky, forever protecting.” -Kylli Berg

Child

Hi,

Yesterday someone I know had a baby, so today I am writing a poem about that.

It’s about a baby.

I hope you like it!

Child

tiny hands

reach out

little eyes

open

amazed

by the world

they just now are seeing

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Now a quote from one of my previous poems,

Stay with me Little Child

“Wide open eyes looking at the world, seeing what only those who have not seen before can see.” -Kylli Berg