jarea poet

jarea poet
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I have been writing most of my life but just in the past year or so i have the time to dedicate to it.
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Recent pages by jarea poet

The Crow has been in the works for over a year. I started it in November of 2012 and finally got it to where I can share it. The beliefs of some native American tribes and those of its leaders is the theme of this piece. The Crow holds a powerful and mystic position in their teachings...
a poem of lifes reflections. One of wisdom as age sets in and being more alert of those that listen to you, Preaching without the attempt to do so..
I held the pen... writing of war and mans inhumanity to man. Being called to defend a country and not knowing exactly why. The casualties of war and not speaking of the horrors witnessed on the battlefield..
Poem of conspired accusations and the rage that can follow. Being drug into the street of despair by ones accusers. Broken dreams
The question we all wonder., will anyone remember me. The wishing wells reflection of time and mortality by a loved one. The memory of a past love .. will it always be?.. Questions of what we leave behind to a friend, lover, spouse are asked when we close our eyes forever.
does love have a memory?... when do you think of past loves, the memories of those in our pasts?
a thought, a meaning, a true description of oneself...a short thought of being a writer, a poet, a musician, a wounded animal that is cornered holds a pen. Poke at me one more time and see what happens. Peace and Truth are the only answers...
this is a poem I wrote many years ago... I was a DJ in a popular night club and one night this theme came to me... after 51 verses I had to narrow it down.... I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it...
Playing with words in a poem. I have been told my writing is too dark so i have tried something new. "Bring the nouns slowly"... shows how words are 'tools' to describe emotion, to make the reader visualize through how the author pieces them together.. each line is created to paint t...
a poem of time and life lessons we learn in life... to see the pitfalls before you step into them...
a poem of lose... to war, to another or to the sea... the imagination of when they are gone to the sadness of knowing....
to be used and forgotten is something no one can forget.
she asked me what i meant by a comment on a post. The journey began, nights of traveling through the words we shared.. a magical event that lead to a much deeper relationship. Shadowed soul mates... we learned from each other, then by helping her i had to let go and she went away... ...
the masks we wear in our lifetimes can distort memories of our past... especially in a relationship... business, friend, soulmate or lovers masks can either be the most revered or the most destructive...
the hurt of being lied to.. not once but from the beginning of time...
What I witnessed through the trees one night. My depressed state and the lack of sleep caused the shadows to 'dance' before me. I could see them crawling down the huge pine trees then to touch the other trees.. and me.
Wishing Well... to remember the confusion of a friendship lost with no reasons, no excuses, no words and to know I will never be told why takes me to the wishing well. As I look down I see my reflection at the bottom reminding me of time gone by.. The relationships I never knew, the o...
Jharhee Leigh is who I am...I have had to create a new profile as my other Jharhee Leigh will not accept my email or passwords... the link for verifying I can no longer get to so I have had to start this profile to keep writing .... .............
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