September harvest…
Poetry – the ocean
I feel
warm sun
through the wool
on my back
cool breeze
upon my bare face
taste the salty air
on my tongue
I feel a refreshing
spray of water
each time I hear
a crashing wave
cold rock
slick algae
beneath my feet
I breathe
& exhale
I am there.
J. Belle
Poetry – …love…
There are
many forms
of love.
Sometimes
it isn’t romantic.
It’s simply
connection
trust
and respecting
someone
so deeply
it becomes confusing
and hard to find the
appropriate words
or actions
to express oneself.
J. Belle
Poetry – hello
well, hello there
little flower.
where did you
come from?
and how on earth
did you grow here?
J. Belle
Poetry – it’s simple
Make the best of it
whatever life brings you.
J. Belle
Poetry – full heart
If your heart
is full of love
and good intentions
then this is what
you will see in others
their goodness
and their beauty.
J. Belle
Poetry – three things…
love,
resolution
and kindness
are the path
to contentment
and emotional maturity.
J. Belle
Poetry – weary
I grow weary
of the silence voices
that echo
inside my mind.
They judge me
mock my ideas
cliticize my actions
devalue my worth.
Everything I do
comes genuinely
from the heart
& I value that
about myself.
So, I’m just going to
keep doing
what I do best…
being me.
J. Belle
Poetry – the poet
to be indifferent
would be the death of me
it is not who I am
or who I ever wish to be.
J. Belle 💛
Poetry – a special place
A special place
cradled lovingly
within my heart
no one else can see
Something
is always missing
that something
is you.
J. Belle
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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