“Sipping tea with glee beneath a gooseberry tree. I wish Alice were here. Oh, my dear, do not fear, she will be.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I love you, Mom. ___I love you more. I love you to the moon! ___I love you to my core.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“He was always thoughtful and affectionate toward her, and so she was a sweetheart to him.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I love writing poetry because it's pretty. I love writing pretty.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I cast my eyes out to the sea and gaze at all eternity until forever turns to night. My eyes then lift… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The crazy thing about poetry is how its simplicity makes it complicated.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“We try new things with open minds. Mistakes, they come and go. Attempting what we cannot do Is how we learn and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The moon is my fear. The sun is my heart afire. The stars, my love songs.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I sat in a box With walls on each side. Not too tall. Not too wide. To think. To ponder. To pray.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A poet is simply an artist whose medium is human emotions. A poet chisels away at our own sensibilities, shaping our vision… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Lavender lilies all dotted with spots. Sun-yellow daffodils clustered in pots. Blue morning-glories climb trellises high. Powder-white asters like stars in the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“You tell me that yes, I can do it. I know. And I may do it, if I so choose. You tell… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Silence is my defense. The protector whom I trust. A sturdy shield, A loyal safe-keeper, A sentinel, impassable. Silence is my refuge.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“If I could have one friend, just one in all the world, I know that I would not seek out a boy… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The wind is made of haunting souls that moan and groan in whistles and whispers. This ghostly choir chills the breeze and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“The sweetest melody that plays on starry nights and wintry days, most soothing to my listening ears and calming to beleaguering fears,… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A dragon grows in leaps and bounds, Like troubles mounting by the pound. Its stature heightens day to day, Imposing dread and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Teach me to sing and recite, To whistle and jingle and strum. Teach me to color and paint, To sculpt and weave… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I look in the mirror and see myself, and yet I really don’t. Only an image is perceived, not things I will… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“My favorite words in the world are these: “what” and “if” in conjunction. They question curiosities in simple form and function. “What”… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Dear Father in Heaven, I thank thee this day for blessings and mercies thou sendest my way. I thank thee for comfort… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Oh, Man in the Moon " "Oh, man in the moon, send an evening star to wink at my dreary eyes,… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A snake bites your ankle. Recoiling, you scream. Fearing poison, your mind slips into a dream... ...where a man bites your ankle.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Magic Words " " Silly words cause trills because they're ludicrous and funny. Happy words paint endless smiles and swallow troubles… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Death lurks in the shadows, just out of view. Now and then I see his reaching hand, uncertain of the blurry image… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“On Hallows Eve, we witches meet to broil and bubble tasty treats like goblin thumbs with venom dip, crisp bat wings, and… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“If I were to sit on the ocean floor and look toward the sky, I might see a whale or electric eel… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Poetry is the wailing of a broken heart―the etched sorrows of despairing souls. These artful words are an exclamation in rare colors… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“My spirit mirrors the radiance of a clear, blue sky. With closed eyes I lift my face and smile, warmed from the… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Discouragement, fear, and depression— three villains who lurk in the dark. They slip inside souls with a blindfold and goals to shatter… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Not every day is awful. Not every day is good. Despite the way the hours pass, I’m living like I should. Not… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Dark feelings churn inside me, weighing my spirit as if gray clouds were emptying their cold, drenching contents into my being. I… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ To Bury A Star " "I pulled a star from the darkest corner of night and hid it within my bosom.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ My Floating Sea " "Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“I never knew what Mother knowed, Like how a thread and needle sewed, And how a kiss healed boo-boos fast. Why family… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Do I Love You " I stand in the night and stare up at a lone star, wondering what love means.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Why Roses Crave Thorns " Petals detach from a wilting bud—a single stem plucked before fully blossomed. They descend in hesitant… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, I have placed you in my hall Where I wander every day. Echo beauty, and you’ll stay.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Sometimes poets expect me to think far deeper than I'm willing to dig.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Truth is, I’m generally happiest when it’s just me. It’s okay to be madly in love with yourself.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“As ofttimes as it rains on my little spot of earth, you'd think I'd grow accustomed to the gloom.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Two powerful, little words I've learned to use when facing challenges, fears, and doubts— so what? ” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“ Happily-ever-afters don't come in happily-every-days . They are found at the end of challenges-ever-met, promises-ever-kept, and tears-ever-wept.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Curiosity killed the cat, but not before teaching her that honey bees are not sweet, tweeting birds are slow to react, mice can serve… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“A session of boasting won't attract any real friends. It will set you up on a pedestal, however, making you a clearer target.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Memories of past. Heartaches of old. Courage of brass. Lessons of gold.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Mystery, why so attractive to me? You blind me with fear, place hope on my tongue, and with a cold kiss draw me forward.… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“It's amusing to me that we refer to people who live in their heads as detached, disturbed, or mad, when reality for anyone is… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“Such a nasty bruise,” he says, staring straight into my eyes. I am stunned he can see it. Delicate to the touch and tender… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“You would think those who have endured unkindness would be kinder as a result, intent on sparing others the awful suffering they abhorred firsthand.” — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
“While you judge me by my outward appearance I am silently doing the same to you, even though there's a ninety-percent chance that in… — Richelle E. Goodrich Copy Share Image
