Carriann MacDonald

Westford, MA, USA

I am 28, with a wonderful husband and fantastic son. I've been writing since I was at least twelve. It has always been my way of expressing myself. Poetry has empowered my spirit which in turn empowered my mind. Words are magical, they have the power to change lives, stir emotions and capture hearts. What a gift. My writing is simply reflections of what is inside, and through each word I will continue to shine. I am a distinguished member of The International Society of Poets, with four Editor's Choice Awards, and I am now writing my first book.

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On a cold winter's night
the sky so crisp and clear,
darkness seeming so gentle.
Bring comfort to the lonely hearts.
With the stars surrounding
the wondrous moon,
whispering only the promise of a dream.
One star seeming to shine
brighter than all the rest,
as it catches your eye.
Becoming almost mesmerized
you make your wish.
If you believe with all your heart
than anything is possible,
for dreams do come true.
Your heart will rejoice in song,
your soul will begin to dance.
The moon and stars
are listening always, because
without hope there are no dreams
and without dreams are only cold
and lonely nights without you.

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Many souls soar this world
and world's unknown
to the simplicities of our minds.
I often wonder the freedom
they hold underneath their wings,
and the greatness they must capture
like an undertowing breeze
which offers the smooth sailing
like a rock as it skips
across our lake of wonder.
To be able to feel
even the smallest sense
of that one incredible emotion,
to capture the tenderness
even for a moment
would surely last
until we too may soar.

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We are all very similar
to the rain which falls
from the skies above us.
We all come from the heavens
and at one point,
we must separate
individualize,
to somehow complete
our own journey,
and in a sense
personalize
the paths in which
we have chosen.
We are the oceans
which hold much mystery,
as it does unique beauty.
We too are the skies which hold
dreams and shooting stars.
The sun will set
never once the same
as the last,
and even though
we've seen its beauty
a thousand times over,
we will still look forward
to the next.