Dianne Crawford

Dianne Crawford Poems

Try to live inside a tryangle.

Holes for dreams, those shadwos, lok at the pattern on that page.

There are times I can not write a single poem or two, even three. The phrase just don't pop into my mind, or memory like it should.

The poems I write most always have a pattern to them all.

At times I think that I'd like to get away from it all, and just to be alone; with rest and to pray not to add getting away..........just to think.

I then could rest and relax from all of it and just be alone. It could make ones heart so happy!

We all have memories along; with hope, and dreams for what ever? 'All kinds of things, ' I say.

I'd like to share; with you the answer: face, all the facts, dreams that don't come true.

Each passing day the sunshine so brightly as we learn a lesson of special ways for God's miracles are many of every season.

God made for us all the beautiful things, we can see and touch, and even smell. His work is wonderful; with define power as were put on this earth; with everything into place, yet we can grow from a tiny seed one beautiful flower; how wonderful a mircale just for us.


Out of sight; as I let you go.

Many animals will be removed off this earth one day.

I mainly waste alot of time each and everyday.

As I fantasize about a man I barely know; with many lonely hours for just one more look at him, but I can't call this love not yet.

I feel your touch each and everyday and night when together.

I smile and laugh; with you.

The sun above the horizon a result of radation of the earth; with direct rays of warmth; light which the sun's light......... shiney; with radate warmth; and cheer; with alot of happiness and joy.

As the day is marked; with brilliant, and sunlight just to brighten, and warm the day by the sun.

It's confusing as I look upon all my friends.

Strangers...........but when I get to know them they soon just become a name.

You was a very good person you was always there for me.

As you passed away I knew my life was never going to be the same.

A long time ago I was a small child I would sit on my grandmothers lap and listen to her sing to me a Doris Day song; What ever will be will be.

She watched her grandchildern grow and time passed by so quickly.

When the love you use to have is gone, and the only thing that comes to your mind is why?

The things you did together but now it's time has come he really does not care that comes to your mind.

There are all kinds of beautiful colors all around us.

Blooming quickly in the sunshine, so many beautiful colors.

Dianne Crawford Biography

i was raised on a dairy farm in Hooper, Utah. I finished Roy high school in 1977. Married and had 4 children Brad, Jessica, Tara and Sara. Later on in life was a single mom. Now a grandmother to 6 grandkids, whom are my whole life! I like to cook, write poems, and I custom paint black velvet pictures, I enjoy country western music. My dream is toput all my poems in a book and have it published!)

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The Day

The day begins; with chilled and grey; but my heart will wake happy just for you.

Quiet as the flowers; in this first grey hours so my heart will wake happy just for you.

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