Julie A Smith
Biography of Julie A Smith
I am a new fan of the poet Pablo Neruda, and an internet search for his poetry led me to poemhunter.com. I have always enjoyed both creative writing and inspirational writing. I am currently re-embracing my poetic side. My poetic bent leans to poems about love, rejection, heartache, and feelings of being constantly overlooked. I also enjoy writing about faith, hope, and God. I believe in love even though I have not been very successful at it. I am a modern poet with an old-school flavor. I embrace words such as “thus” and “ado” and “lament.” Medieval times, the world of knights, castles, and chivalry have a mystical allure to me, and a piece of my heart may forever remain in Scotland. What else? I am a Christian, and that faith foundation greatly influences my poetry. My gender also is influential in my writings, as well as my Sociological and Counseling background. Personality-wise, I am a sensitive and tender-hearted individual. I was extremely shy as a child, but now I am a friendly and people-oriented woman who occassionally needs alone time to unwind, ponder, and be introspective.
I am currently experimenting with different poetic styles. I enjoy free verse and utilize that style more often than rhyming poetry. I like to tell a story in my poetry or deal with matters of the heart. I also enjoy utilizing personification and repetition of keywords. While grammar is unfortunately not my forte, I want to clarify that in a few of my poems I have purposefully utilized more informal expressions or slang terms heard in popular society, such as gotta. I want to broaden my poetic range and have my poetry be more universal, inclusive, and relevant.
I have recently been pondering about taking a creative writing class in poetry or fiction writing, and I have searched online and looked at numerous college courses and writing programs. It would be beneficial to receive more training and instruction in order to further develop my writing.
Julie A Smith Poems
The hopeful girl stares down at the blank page and ponders the fresh promise of a new year.
Grateful (God Is My Rock)
You gave me peace last night when I was home late,
The Fiscal cliff feels like an injustice to humanity.
Pink, blue, and lavender paint the sky
The shy girl smiles. She ponders and does muse why when it comes to love she always seems to lose.
Time is your presence. Time is your smile.
Salted Caramel Mocha at Starbucks. Gorgeous hues of reds and golds of the fall leaves. A crispness in the air. Perfect temperatures.
Churning. Rushing. Swirling. Flowing.
Longing For Love
Aching. Longing. Museful pondering. Hopes peak and blossom
Future Promises In The Wind
Future calling. Future dawning. Future promises in the wind.
Girl Under The Weeping Willow Tree (Oasi...
Almost Softly touching the ground. The weeping willow branch
So Not Perfect
Just heard a song on the radio a girl singing about a boy who is not less than perfect. Sweet.
Love, Rejection, And Poetry
Love. Ambiguously messy.
Hope: The Beautiful Promise Of Tomorrow
The little old man with a crooked back and a kind yet wistful smile gazes out at the shimmering ocean