Posted in Poetry

It’s Always You

I wonder why when I dream, it's always of you

You were the one. The one I said forever to

Years have passed without your smile

I'm resigned to navigate the days and nights in solitude

My heart aches anew each time it realizes that you're gone

I tend to romanticize the past leaving out those rough times, on purpose

The good times were good enough to live on in my memory

Decades later when I dream it's always of you 

It's good to know that you really are the forever one

The one I'll always dream of

Copyright (C) Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved


Posted in Poetry, Writing

A Different Outcome

I keep looking 
for a different 
to my past  

My heart doesn't 
the memories 
I relive  

The self inflicted 
don't resolve 

I shake my head 
in disbelief  

I'm taught 
I'm forgiven
If He can forgive 
why can't I

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Posted in Poetry, Writing

The Price Paid

I learned of 
broken wings 
and broken dreams  

the human 
most coveted 

left deepest 
of scars

when I write 
my muse whispers 
of yesterdays 

my heart 
the path unearthed 

the price 
for love

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Posted in Poetry, Writing


pink begins 
to tint the sky 

another day 

to question 
the choices 

that brought her 
to this time

this place 

and cigarettes 

of little solace 

include her

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Posted in Poetry, Writing

Trading Broken Promises

We traded our
Broken promises

The future became 

by the 

I couldn't 
make come true

Deep scars 
you'd hidden


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Posted in Poetry

Winter’s Child

Your eyes are icy blue;

your hair, winter white.

The sun no longer warms us,

Try as it might.

Your skin is as cold

as the lonely moon.

The stars look on with envy

as they spin their frigid tune.

The northern winds chill us

as you whisper December’s name.

A blanket of snow, your gift.

A frozen landscape, your aim.

No harm is meant to us

as the ice crystals softly drift.

For the Winter Child’s heart is tender.

The snow, a winter gift.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

*With the onset of winter, I always think of my mother.  Yesterday would have been her birthday.  She was a “Winter’s Child”.

Posted in Poetry

Between the Lies

You loved me, once.
I loved you too. 

We thought our story 
would be different. 

We would beat the odds, 
we were sure.

First we lied to ourselves, 
that it wouldn't happen to us.
Then we lied to each other, 
pretending everything was alright.
Finally, we lied to the world, 
putting on the masks.

Somewhere between the lies 
is where my heart lived. 

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved
Posted in Life, Poetry

Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

Yesterday gives me the sweet recollections of my youth, the innocence of the time.  The memories of the dark also exist here.  This is where the horrors live. 

Yesterday reminds me to forgive myself for the foolish girl that I was; the selfish choices, the poor judgement that was part of the process.

My past lives, loves, friendships and evil beings reside in the past.  Those that wished me harm are safely locked behind me, not allowed into the now.  

I pull myself up and out of the muck and the mud of yesterday’s that wish to bury me and cling I to the edges of today.  

Today is where the sunrises live.  It is where the sweet scent of my tomorrow is faint but tempting me to move forward.  

My tomorrow lies just beyond the horizon.  I am excited to begin the journey that will take me there.  My only choice to take me into tomorrow is to concentrate my efforts on today.  

I must remember to breathe in the day, examine each moment and savor every experience.  Now is the treasure of today.  Tomorrow is the treasure that awaits me.

Copyright (C) 2022 Penny Wilson All Rights Reserved

*My mind has been on how we hold on to yesterday’s.  We can’t move past them.  Time goes so quickly and we are only only here for such a short time.  Don’t spend that time trapped in the past when the treasure of today is so sweet and the promise of tomorrow beckons.

**Thanks to my buddy Chuck at The Reluctant Poet for inspiring this piece.

Posted in Poetry

The Heart Does Not Forget

tickles from
the stubble of your beard

the smile at
the corners of your mouth

were your eyes 
the color of the sea?
or were they
rainy day grey?

I forget

the scent of your skin
in the dark


when your hand touched mine
did my blood race?

many things 

but, love

the heart
does not

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*Although an older post, I like it. I hope you do too.