When I started writing poetry, my poems were very basic. I simply wrote down my feelings without any rhythm or reason. My word choice was horrible, but it helped my mental health, so I am proud of them.

Now that I have been writing poetry for the past 8-9 years, I thought it would be good to look back at some of my old poems and delve deeper into imagery and word choice, just to make them better. The more we write, the better we get. I hope that with my paranormal writing, my first book is good, but my last one is the best because of my improvement over time. I pray that is the truth.

I miss you, my dear friends,
Scattered across the miles,
Your infectious laughter, your warm smiles,
Your captivating tales.

I miss our heartfelt conversations,
Our playful games, our carefree fun,
I miss the way we used to run,
Wild and free, beneath the sun.

I miss the way you had the power
To make me smile,
I miss the way you made me feel
Cherished and worthwhile.

I miss the way you always seemed to know
Just how to lift my spirits
And make my laughter flow.

I miss you when I’m all alone,
Lost in the quietude,
I miss you when I’m feeling down,
In need of your fortitude.

I miss you all the time, you see,
In every waking hour,
I miss you more than words can express,
With a longing that has the power

To ache within my heart and soul,
A constant, gentle plea,
For the days when we were together,
Carefree and happy.

I yearn for the moments we shared,
The memories we hold dear,
And I pray that someday soon,
We’ll reunite, and banish every fear

Of loneliness and sorrow,
And replace them with pure joy,
As we laugh and talk and reminisce,
Like carefree girls and boys.

Until then, I’ll hold you close
Within my heart, my cherished friends so true,
And I’ll dream of the day we meet again,
Beneath a sky of blue.