Jackie Allen


Jackie Allen Poems

1. I Am What I Am 6/20/2013
2. Scent Of Grief 6/24/2013
3. The Painting 7/25/2013
4. A Moment For All Time 6/24/2013
5. Late Night Musings 6/28/2013
6. Time Of Reckoning 6/21/2013
7. The Cathedral In The Woods 8/16/2013
8. Holding On 6/26/2013
9. The Big C 6/26/2013
10. Sitting On The Fence 10/2/2013
11. Finding Romance 10/2/2013
12. Self Study 10/2/2013
13. So Old The Story 6/26/2013
14. Can'T Sleep 7/15/2013
15. The Colors I Wear 7/21/2013
16. The Loving-Tree 6/1/2014
17. Winter's Solace 6/24/2013
18. Outside My Window 8/16/2013
19. The Golden Girls In My Garden 8/16/2013
20. A Love Like None Other 8/16/2013
21. All Too Soon, We Will Greet The White Of Winter's Might 9/7/2013
22. As Thorns In Achilles Heel 10/2/2013
23. Taking The Risk 10/2/2013
24. All Too Soon We Will Greet The White Of Winter's Might 10/2/2013
25. The Door 7/25/2013
26. If Only.... 6/29/2013
27. Surrender To Love 7/27/2013
28. Make Mine Strong 7/27/2013
29. Remembering A Promise 8/6/2013
30. Self Portrait 8/16/2013
31. From A Tarnished Dream 8/16/2013
32. Who Knows? 6/24/2013
33. Wings Of A Butterfly 6/24/2013
34. With Apologies To Salvadore Dali 6/24/2013
35. Dark Rains 6/26/2013
36. Between Here And Now 6/26/2013
37. Indite 6/26/2013
38. On His Knees 6/26/2013
39. Upon Reflection 6/26/2013
40. Last Will And Testament 6/26/2013
Best Poem of Jackie Allen

I Am What I Am

When I was but a wee child,
two or three or more,
I dreamed that I could fly like a butterfly.
Over the mountains,
on wings of adventure
I sought out branches of laurel
and like a fairy,
I crowned my head with a ring of joy.

High above, when the clouds
up in the sky began to darken, began to cry,
I wished, at ten or so, that I was as small
as a mouse, so that I could scamper
into the rhubarb patch
and hide beneath their umbrella-like leaves,
munching on their juicy red stems,
making mouse-like noises.

Early in my teens, ...

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Winter's Solace

Over the chilled landscape
the flakes flutter slowly and softly,
laying down a blanket of purest white~
ah, such striking beauty
no two flakes ever the same.

But heavy is my heart of longing
for you, who now lies so low
in the cold and hardened ground.

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