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I looked around for you today

You were hidden from my sight

I wanted you to talk with me

Until daylight turned into night.

I used to feel your presence

Though you were never really here

Your strength kept me going

As your love dried each new tear.

I am the author of your undoing

The fault is mine to bear

If only I could bring you back

But life is not often fair.

Someday when I have made a change

Taken stock of each new day

Perhaps you will reappear

And maybe even stay.


Written by: Beverly B.


I wander through the darkness

thick and suffocating

I head for what appears to be a light

shining yet dim

Voices ring through my mind

indistinct and garbled

Pain brings me to my knees

short-lived yet agonizing

I resume my urgent journey

sore and weary

I sense a presence beside me

ambiguous yet comforting

I stop to take a rest

knowing the journey has only just begun.

By: Beverly Beekmans (Nov. 2011)

Where can I run to hide from myself?
when confusion reigns,
life fraught with doubt.

Can I banish my mind when it drifts away?
lost in smothering foggy haze,
unable to sustain me through the day.

May peace be found in so wrecked a frame?
cracked by an illness,
destroyed by pain.

How do I drown my angst filled thoughts?
controlled by emotion,
propelled by fear.

Escape is not possible,

my mind comes with my skin,

someday I may find relief from within.

By: Beverly Beekmans (Oct.31st 2011)

Whispers soft as satin on my cheek

breath like sun’s beams upon my neck

tender touches that glanceĀ  off my skin

fervently my innermost desires churn.


Regaling eyes size me up

tender promises caress my ears

electric sparks sizzle the inbetween

eagerly my passions awaken.


Fluttering wings of anticipation

flap unhindered within my breast

waiting in eager expectation

for new love’s first kiss.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2o11)









Grinning like a Cheshire cat

in your fancy downtown flat

leaving me on your welcome mat

wishing I had a wooden bat

to squash you like a weasely rat

for denying your part in this belly fat

protectively I give the growing bump a pat

I loath how you can be like that

I turn to leave with a tip of my hat

Never again to fall for such a lousy gnat.

By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

I baked myself a cheese souffle

then headed for the local subway

to fill myself right to the brim

perhaps I need to get to a gym

before I dine at my favorite buffet.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

Another try at a different poetry style, this one is a Limerick.

S plendid

A stonishing

V aluable

I ncomparable

O mnipotent

U nfailing

R edeemer


By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

This poem is one that came about after I was reading about different styles of poems. This one is an Acrostic style poem which I found a very different style then I am used to, but I enjoyed writing it.

A fluttering within me speaks volumes of your spark,

I reach out and seek your comfort when light turns into dark.

The radiance that leaves your lips each time you crack a smile,

could melt a polar ice cap that would flood the river Nile.

Sustaining strength is found within each safe warm embrace,

as a smile of true relief settles quickly upon my face.

Promise you will stay with me through all life’s ups and downs,

for you alone have constructed smiles where once were frowns.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)




When did society throw respect out the door?

I look around and can not find it anymore.

No filter is used for the words that are spoken,

anyone notice how badly our morals are broken?

Naked bodies grinding on music shows,

little children calling each other hoes.

We need to welcome the winds of change,

take a new path, learn to shift, rearrange.

Take a stand before humanity stumbles,

we won’t make it if all dignity crumbles.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)

I never meant for you to see,

the world through jaded eyes,

or feel the searing pain you felt,

from so many vicious lies.


I wanted for my precious child,

to know nothing but true love,

to feel secure and always safe,

from her father up above.


Open your heart and let me in,

I’ll never force your will,

or cause you to feel alone,

your broken soul my love will fill.


Please do this one little thing,

ask me to enter in,

so I may begin once more,

to teach your heart to sing.


By: Beverly Beekmans (2011)