Tucked beneath my blankets warm
Wind roared in the raging storm.
People shelter in the park
Shadows shivering shaking stark.

In Store doorways, sleeping bags,
Cardboard boxes, dogs and rags
Cover those without a name
Highlight our undoubted shame.

In this world of rich and poor
Make some plans just to ensure
No matter what the circumstance
That precious life we do enhance.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Inhale the goodness that abounds
See all the beauty that surrounds
Seize the positive in your mind
Then Peace and comfort you will find.

Ignore those who put you down
Who travel with eternal frown
Rise above their jealousy
Be the best that you can be.

Show kindness to the passer by
Speak soft, look on with gentle eye
Content yourself do not complain
A happy heart will always gain.

J.Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Nature’s model

I cannot wait to take a walk

Inhale the morning air

Take a snapshot of my thoughts

And then with you I’ll share.

In the treetops songbird sounds

Echo beauty that surrounds

Capture colour, palette pour

Like an operatic score.

Gentle whisper, lilting leaves

Creates a softness in the breeze

Opens senses, pleasant phases

Nature’s model that amazes.

J.poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

I see her now, perfect style
Forever on her lips a welcome smile
Laughter in those sparkling eyes
Never showing envy or despise.

A listening ear to neighbours woes
An open door that never closed
Calm and settled under pressure
Memories I’ll always treasure.

A house, a home, a story tell
Laughter echoes within its shell
Roses bow in reverence
To her gracious excellence.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Imprisoned deep within the mind
Darkened spaces you can find
That Grip your senses to the core
Breaking spirit and much more.

Try not let that venom loose
Strangles like a hangman’s noose
Constricts the beauty that is you
All the goodness then subdue.

There are times when life takes hold
It is not weakness then to fold
Seek the help that you deserve
Step back on that upward curve.

J. Poet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Be never one to hold a grudge
A whispered word, wink or nudge
Can send an arrow to the heart
Tear the lives of friends apart.

A pebble tossed into a creek
From the Centre ripples seek
Permeate the shifting sand
Underlying cracks expand.

Silence ought to play a part
Not ignite that fire to start
For future friendships can be burned
And ruin the lives of those concerned.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )