Biography of Jeri Martindale
I began writing when I was 15 as a way to cope with life. It is hard to believe I have been writing for 18 plus years of my life. As I have matured, my writing matured as well. I absolutely love for words to spill from my mind to paper. I have not shared many of my poems. My life has not been easy, but I remain positive that all will be fine no matter how tough life gets.I enjoy writing about nature,
love, loss, and dreams.
Jeri Martindale Poems
I remember those days when you use to lay your head upon my breasts and fall asleep on me as i gently rubbed your head. That is something that takes away my breath. I remember those days when you use to show up at my drive and knock on my door with a smile on your face mischief in your eyes and ask if I wanted to go outside, to go for a ride.
Dancing With You
Tonight as you kiss up and down my body, I am screaming out in exstacy, loudly. I can see the stars in my eyes; you hold me so tightly. I am weak in your arms strongly yet gently you protect me.
What Happened Tonight
What happened tonight? Did I wake up From a deep sleep? Maybe I did!
Thoughts, Inked, Penned To Life
Accidentally charged yet often reserved Small shapes on paper make big words. Silent yet presently seen
What A Kiss Does
I am standing in the light again no longer in the darkness The beautiful colors so far away so long since I laid my eyes upon them.
I was wrapped in silk, painted with red lips, my hair put up to show off my beautiful-ness. Only I felt like I was covered in filth, that my clothes were torn and ripped, my hair combed using only fingertips.
I Want To Hear You
I see you standing here in front of me, I see you speaking to me, your mouth is moving but I cant hear a sound coming from you lips, but I want to hear you. No... Green smoke has been unleashed again. Thick and consuming, surrounding you, engulfing me. I reach out for you; I can no longer see you clearly. I am not letting you go, but I am beginning to slip, but I want to hear the words on your lips.
My Own Powerful Being
My reflection, it shows me laying on the floor in a see through white robe, my body swaying with the music that is really reaching down deep into my soul to unlock the golden light that has been hidden for quite some time now. Is it time to give the key up to that color once more and let it explode upon the whole world as I once again obey GOD and truly let go?
Where has the light gone that has followed me through the best and worst times I have experienced thus far? Yes, the one that once laid deep within me promising I could reach the end without winning and still be able to fly.
Christopher Jay, My Lover
I wrote this poem about the love of my life, my lover through the end of time. My dark haired blue eyed man! He was sent to me by GOD. He is the only man I have ever submitted to.
I am here, right here I can't believe that I am staring at her beautiful face, looking into her beautiful eyes.
Rain On A Tin Roof
Waking up to the sound of rain on a tin roof, Music to my ears. Darkness still lurks as I open my ears and hear this sound.
Stepping On The Stars
Dreaming, I am dancing among the stars in the sky, they are shinning on me, its so bright! I can't stop, it feels so right. Like its my destiny, the dark sky.
The Woman I Admire Most
The woman I admire most has blonde hair but it is really brown; she use to let me sit on the back of the chair and fix it when I was a small child. The woman I admire most, I can picture her smile right now, I wonder if it was the same when she was a child; I bet it made our mother's heart skip a beat as she looked down upon her daughter as tears filled her eyes.
Walking My Path
Seeking all I can get out of my path of life; knowledge fullfillment, paradise!
I feel if I hold my arms out to it all, I might stay on the path that I climb; I'm learning how to balance now, I realized if I can't hold onto it all that I begin slipping, taking a fall.
The good, the bad, the right, no wrongs. How would I learn anything if I didn't allow myself to experience it all as I walk the road that I am on?
I hold so many things inside my soul, my body is balance, my heart is w