Biography of Judy Alegria
Judith Alegria-Gutierrez is a 25 year old hispanic raised in South Texas. She is married and now lives in Southern California.
FYI: I enjoy writing through others eyes. I like to look at life through different angels, in different situations and in a different age. If I only saw life through my eyes, I would have died without ever having lived.
*I DON'T HAVE MANY POEMS LISTED SINCE I WAIT UNTIL THEY ARE COPYRIGHTED. ALL LISTED ARE PROTECTED POEMS. Plagerizers that take my work as there own or don't give credit, will be sued.
Judy Alegria Poems
His touch is so soothing. His tongue is so amusing. His rank just too appealing To leave just because he’s cheating.
Where have all the men gone, the ones that love and hold one true, the ones that romance and adore, just one, just one....just you.
Marine, Marine, My Dear Marine
Tears stream down my face As I hold your hand in mine A knot ties in my throat I tell myself I’m fine
Where have the days gone.... Where did they drift.... As an unforgiving sun scorches the earth,
Empty vessel, having been cleared fills itself with sorrows, pains and tears little by little, dropp by drop remaining still strong 'till it's filled to the top.
Ode To My Husband
Illuminate my day - oh wretched sun; You meander about as gallantly as the stars. Your fire lightly dims my open eyes And does nothing for the empty heart I hold within.
Let Me Mourn
Let me mourn as you debate and fight, defend the plight, obscure the truth,
The wind whispers hollow love songs, the willow dances to it's hollow dream, a cloud races to the graveyard where hollow voices softly sing.
The War Of Constant Evolution
I want to be who you want to see different as the two sights may be. I want to try and go out and buy
A Summers Day
A summer day has soon gone by, bringing forth it's fruit by Sun. Water streams gently through growing steadly a healthy son.
Many whispered days went by sitting to a waiting doom, never thought, or ever scared, just whispered by another moon.
My Eyes/My Soul
My Eyes... They glistened with the sun. The moon would fall gently upon the pupils on my soul.
Where have the days gone....
Where did they drift....
As an unforgiving sun scorches the earth,
and as the sweat of the day plops to the floor,
and as the hard stiffened hand wipes tears unborn,
where have the days gone.