It is I The little girl with the braided locks In her pinafore with the matching socks, Her eyes filled with stories untold It was I, a little miracle, waiting to unfold. That lovely lass, in the afternoon sun, Full of life, gaiety, and mindless…

It’s a long road ahead that you and I will #walk. We may or may not match our stride. We may never ever cross paths. But if we ever do, and if our #masks still hide our #smiles, …can we #promise each other this ?…

Day job: Dietitian at the South African Military Health Service. Daily cravings: Poetry, music and controversy. Motivation for entering the poetry marathon: Lately, writer’s block has been constricting my throat. Link to my music: https://soundcloud.com/jemimameyer Links to my poetry: https://medium.com/ja-magazine/poetry-two-poems-by-jemima-meyer-d56051de825c https://kalaharireview.com/may-your-day-fb8be836cc45 https://medium.com/ja-magazine/poetry-skyscrapers-83b8abfcb6f1 https://medium.com/ja-magazine/poetry-04-42-519c86dba485

Hey guys!! I am Addy. I recently joined the WordPress community. A friend of mine introduced me to the poetry marathon. I am so excited to take part in it. All the best to everyone 😊

This is crazy How do I say this? What should I do? I feel like I’m going to explode We aren’t your regular two The two of us In our own world I am not sure how to say this? I don’t know what to…

I’m millions of miles away I’m on my own adventure I’m learning new things Another language Things about myself I’m growing And yet At the start and finish The beginning and end Of every single day I can’t help it I become completely overtaken My…

My Dearest Tim, Too long apart, though never really separate. Our souls touch, connect … always, forever, since the first lifetime. It’s time … to re-energize the twins; that is our souls. Meet me now, at the place we know; playing our hands… winning the…

It was me! All the colors … All the pain; All the blood, tears and laughter. The Artist saw me, through and through … Who was this man? or woman? The name on the art… only had initials. Was it that day? The day in…

Whilst everyone is happy That she got a perfect partner to spend her life with The father is upset Because he is going to take the reason for his living away from him Whilst everyone is rejoicing That she got a perfect partner to look…

Branded clothes, Pretty shoes Bags and Jewels All this was not for her.. Deep down she wanted someone Who would Compliment her For who she was With or Without Them!