by Naomi L. | February 9, 2018 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
The year I’ve spent with you
Has been the greatest of my life,
A perfect, sweet reward
For our seven years of strife.
The distance was a trial
That year by year we passed,
But it was worth the wait
To be in your arms at last.
Nobody has the power
To make me laugh and smile
The way you always do
With your charming, witty style.
I love how much we share
And how much we think the same.
Forget expensive date nights;
Let’s just stay home and game!
You share in all my laughter
And hold me when I cry.
You make me feel so special
And don’t even have to try.
That’s all the proof I need
That our love is really true:
The year I’ve spent in Heaven
Living happily with you!
Happy Valentine’s Day to my loving boyfriend! Thank you for the most wonderful year of living together! I look forward to many more to come! I love you!
by Naomi L. | January 5, 2018 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
Another year has ended,
A new one will begin.
So I’m starting over now
‘Cause I want to try again.
I wouldn’t call it “awful”,
My Twenty Seventeen,
But let’s just say it often felt
Like one long horror scene.
I am proud of my achievements
For the courage that they took.
I moved in with my boyfriend
And I started my own book!
Still, last year was a trial.
It was tough to make it through.
So I’m grateful for this feeling
That I get to start anew.
And no offense, of course,
If for you it was “the best”,
But most agree that last year
Wasn’t happy for “the rest”.
So here’s to new beginnings
And a fresh start full of cheer.
May this one find you better!
Have a wonderful new year!
by Naomi L. | December 29, 2017 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
A most surreal year it’s been,
As everyone has seen.
But we expected just as much
In Twenty Seventeen.
For after such a train wreck
Of a year that was the last,
It only stands to reason
That we’d feel we’ve aged so fast!
We’ve seen the worst offenses made
Against democracy
And been forced to endure the most
Blatant hypocrisy.
Some relatives think all is fine,
Or so they boast with pride.
(I smile at them politely
While I’m screaming deep inside.)
Yet though current events have put
My patience to the test,
Far from the worst of all my years,
For me, this was the best!
I left the world I knew behind
To start my life anew.
And every day, I’m grateful
To be with my love so true.
I’ve worked as hard as ever
To achieve my author dreams.
(It’s true that writing novels
Is much harder than it seems.)
So here’s to one more year past as
A brand new one draws near.
May Twenty Eighteen prove to be
A less surreal year!
by Naomi L. | September 29, 2017 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
She’s always been there from the start
And loved me every day.
Whenever I was feeling lost,
She helped me find my way.
She gave me almost every book
That I read as a kid,
And nothing made me dream as big
As reading always did.
I started writing short stories
Around the age of nine,
Thanks to the books she shared with me
That sparked this love of mine.
I wouldn’t be a writer now
Had she not held my hand
And guided me from childhood on
Through books’ enchanted land.
And every single piece I write,
She always seems to love.
Her feedback never finds a flaw,
All “five stars” and above.
My whole life, I have felt so blessed
She played the biggest part
In pushing me to reach my dream
Of making works of art.
No matter where I go from here,
I know she’ll always be
The person I can count on most
To always cheer for me.
So have a Happy Birthday, Mom,
In every way you can!
I love you to the moon and back,
My all-time biggest fan!
Happy Birthday to my amazing mother! Thank you for always supporting my dream to be a writer! I love you!
by Naomi L. | August 18, 2017 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry |
So you want to be a writer,
But you don’t know where to start,
How to go from making scribbles
To creating works of art.
You have so many stories,
They could fill a hundred books.
But to finish even one
Is much harder than it looks.
So you want to be a writer,
But you don’t know what to do
When a block forms in your mind
And the words just won’t come through.
You sit and stare in silence
At the blank page on your screen.
You’ve discovered it’s a struggle
Just to write a single scene.
So you want to be a writer,
But you’re overwhelmed with fear
That nobody will appreciate
The work you hold so dear.
So you start procrastinating
And you break your writing streak.
Now your writing days are scarce
And your dream is looking bleak.
But to truly be a writer
Takes a dream and so much more.
And you may think you’re alone,
But we’ve all been there before.
We’ve all been through the struggles
And we’ve all endured the pain.
We’ve faced so many rejections
That we’ve nearly gone insane.
But still we keep creating
And we don’t give up the fight,
For the world needs all our stories
To be brought into the light.
So put your pen to paper
And your fingers to the keys.
Always keep the stories coming.
Write as many as you please.
Don’t let anybody tell you
This is not who you should be,
For to truly be creative
Means to set your spirit free.
And the truth is just by writing,
You’ve already come so far.
So you want to be a writer?
My friend, you already are!
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