Explore the work of Jacqueline Belle: poet, author and multimedia creator.
the words
that bubble up
from my heart
tumble
tenderly
lovingly
from my lips
they are mine
given freely
to the world
around me
honest
pure
no matter
how many
fall from my
grasp
they are not
nothing
but a part
of me
my
being
seeds
upon
soil
in
the
minds
of
others
J. Belle
waiting
in the dark…
below the grotty
street lamp
soft glow
blurred lines
I know
you’ll never come
but I can not
walk away
so I stand
waiting
in the dark…
for today
is not the day.
J. Belle
my fingers
motionless
barely touching
the keys
my body tingles
mind relaxes
breath slows
the world
around me
becomes fuzzy
and warm
it’s at that moment
that exact moment
just before
it begins…
J. Belle
there are times
that i just
fall in love
with the words
as they trickle down
from the sky
onto my forehead
cheeks and chest
as i passively delight
in the rippling touch
of every vowel
and consonant.
J. Belle
caress me softly
sweet breeze
upon my face
this one swollen tear
rolls slowly
gently
down my neck
Let the things
I can not control
flow through my hair
into the wind
behind me
Restoring calm
breathing in
the beauty
around me
J. Belle
Sometimes
we need to stop
and stand still
for a few moments.
Stretching downward
allowing your roots
to push deeper, wider
become stronger.
Only then can you
reach out with stability
and upward
without limits.
Smile, relax
and enjoy
the growth.
J. Belle
The Collection: a poetic exploration of friendship, love, fantasies and the soulmate by Jacqueline Belle 🖤
Nearly five year ago this poetry collection was released. It has been out of print for over two years. Soon, it will be re-released with new artwork and additional poems. I hope you will consider joining me on this journey again or for the very first time.
Coming soon…
A special place
cradled lovingly
within my heart
no one else can see
Something
is always missing
that something
is you.
J. Belle
The wind
was fierce
it blew
with such force
I could barely stand.
I lay down
in the grasses
while it howled
and thrashed
against me.
I called out
to the clouds
until my voice
ran hoarse
my mouth dry.
Invigorated
rejuvenated
and ready
for the long trek
home.
J. Belle
Birds chirp
wings beating
in the air
a chorus
of frogs below
squirrels chitter
wind rustling
through
last years leaves
reaching out
warm sun
cool breeze
firm yet sways
smooth papery
to touch
yet rough
against
my forehead
pause…
a moment.
J. Belle
Jacqueline Belle Poems 
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