I am 27yrs old and have been writing poery since I was fourteen.
My grandfather was a poet and I just kind of fell into it myself.It is the most beautiful way to express how one feels and to maybe allow others to relate.
All of my poems are from life and written from my heart.
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Rachel Fogle Poems
A Life Without Love
A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all. A life without love is no life at all. A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all. And heart without feelings is no human at all.
A Brave Soldier
In his heart he holds courage, In his hands he holds our lives. A Brave Soldier he may be, but only at the the front lines. He is weaken by all the death,
Keep hope in your heart, Keep it there till there's more. More of what many should have, but are just to afraid to hold. Hope is like a crystal, rare precious & bold.
Sometimes saying I'm sorry means more then I love you. Sometimes holding hands means more then making love with you.
A Mother's Sorrow
Heartbeat so strong, Beating fast holding on. Mothers tears falling down,
What causes the fear that people feel, When there scared and have to face the truth. What cause that fear that people feel, When there in love and have been hurt.
St. Patricks Day
Oh, I the greenish far side, The lovely mountains and hills, Is the true nature of any Irish Man, He and his fellow souls.
They live in cardboard boxes. They live on the lonely street. They sleep we're ever they can find, a special place to sleep. People think their dirty, people think there mean.
Do You Know How Much I love you.....? ? ...
Every day that dawns I love you so much more. Every moment that comes brings me such joy. So many scars to heal from the past, Make our love that much stronger because our love will last.
So Close To My Heart.....
So close to my heart, Were do I Draw the line of what is yours and what is mine? So close to my heart,
He's been away to the war so long, We're over joyed that he's home. He's fought for our country and what stories will be told. He's waited out his sentence in an obligation spent.
Time after time I look at it all, And see so much unhappiness that I cannot recall, The last time I saw love in away that is was meant to be, Or the last time I felt love in all the ways that it should be.
Do you know what it's like to feel ugly all the time. To see your face, and not feel joy inside. I look in the mirror and I'm not happy with what I see.
Reaching for it, jumping in. No clue to the consiquiences or care to the wind. Just for the moment or even the day,
Comments about Rachel Fogle
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A Life Without Love
A Sunset without a sun is no sunset at all.
A life without love is no life at all.
A rainbow without colors is no rainbow at all.
And heart without feelings is no human at all.
All these things need something to be,
Either a sun or a person or a crayon,
If only to create what nature said was meant to be.
A sunset makes us feel as though the world has been born again.
A life with love lets us know it's worth to let someone in.
A rainbow with colors thats a moment frozen in time, to be grateful for all that is beautiful and feel all the glory inside. ...