The ninth hour from sunrise
Perfection shining bright
A spiral reflecting perpetual creativity and evolution
Culminating energy painting oceans
If leaving the past behind
This new chapter is brilliant.
Jessica Gershon
jgershon1213
Love everything! Fear nothing. Four words to live by. I am living the art of knowing rather than believing. I have a college degree, but my passions have came from nature. My degree is in psychology, which suits me well because i enjoy researching and experimenting. I also know that our minds are our strongest muscles in our bodies. We are just a soul living in skin. I used to think, "I may not be where i want to be, but i'm going somewhere". Now, i think, "I am exactly where i should be, and everything is exactly how it should be". The only thing that has ever held me back from anything is a thought. Usually those thoughts came from fear. I made up my mind to leave no room for fear in my life. So now, all of my dreams are coming true. Its a pleasure to be here, and to write.
The teenage witch
Two red headed little girls
With big dreams
They were each other’s only friend
Imagination running wild
Mysterious dolls
Unicorn powers
Dreams unexplainable
Houses made of leaves that share our hair color
Skies that sweep you off of your feet
And then oneday
It’s gone
Separated
Crushed
Forced to go it alone
Nobody ever filled the shoes
Of you
Years pass
We lost touch
But language is touching without fingertips
My dear best friend
My childhood true love
Thank you for being the only one there
When I was alone
When I was scared
When I was forgotten
When I needed you the most
Thank you
Randolph, TN
It was 1862, late September, on the banks of the Mississippi River, the entire town burned to the ground, all that remains is one church and one dwelling. A decaying village that was once prosperous, now carries the burden of the cotton. How can this be forgotten? Memphis was the rival full of greed, in the end they took the guilty plead, swept under the rug, the lies and deceit, the battle is never finished until the hatred is beat. Beat it and burn it, down to the ground, no matter what you destroy, love can always be found!!
The gift of Amnesia
If only I had amnesia, so I could erase the feelings, the ones that remind me, of how uneasy I was to love, the ones that bring me back, to moments of neglect, all those times you said you’d be there, but you never came, let my memory lose those times, when we were not together, the times when love felt unreal, let me forget the hate and anger, take the sorrow and kill it, give me amnesia wrapped up with a bow, let it be a gift to not remember, all those times I couldn’t see, the entire time you were there for me.
September
Sapphire
Evenings
Peacefully
Trusting that
Everything is
Miraculous.
Love Believes and
is Empowering.
Restore faith.
Introduction
Greetings my fellow poets! My name is Jessica Gershon and this is my fifth year participating in The Poetry Marathon. The poetry marathon holds a special place in my heart. Poetry is therapy. Hugs make you live longer. I work in mental health but I am in love with nature, gardening, music, and art. Love makes the dream come true!
Final poem
If you’re not eating super fudge brownie ice cream at 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday..are you even living life? Seriously though I feel so free after being able to complete something so difficult. Isn’t that what life’s really about? Doing what you love. I could be sleeping sound..but here I am.. looking for a poem in everything.
I see a poem in every single day
Everything I see is poetry
Written in the stars
Are you and me
Here in the morning
On my front porch
The sunrise is kissing
A new front door
Oh the possibilities of you and I
Brings me to the beauty
Of this happy tree
Covered in flowers of the prettiest pink
Silk is the design
It smells like the sweetest perfume
Of wildflowers and honeysuckle
It’s fragrance is uplifting and healing
Hummingbirds greet the day of change
Blessings are all in the way the cardinal says good morning
Knowing you are not alone
Feeling the spirits that want to be felt again
Guardians of the garden are all around you
Angels of guidance
5:55AM
It’s five in the morning
Somehow the sun snuck in
I swear it was dark five minutes ago
It’s five in the morning
The shadows from the night in my mind are
Somehow disappearing into the dark side
How can it be.. five minutes until six?
Time is going oh so quick
Thinking about it almost makes me sick
How precious these tiny hours can be
They accumulate into destiny
It’s 5:55 and I can see
Angels surrounding me heavenly
beyond the blue
way over yonder
past my eyes being closed
oceans of paisley reminders
silky and so soft
wide open spaces
full of the lies
the truth
just
hurts
sometimes