You expect me to be good But bad between your sheets? To tame my inner fire But still satisfy your needs? Sorry, there’s no deal Can’t...

I may fall from the sky And hit you so hard You will not break Nor fall apart My waves may crash against your sturdy surface you’d be...

Winnende gedicht van de poëziewedstrijd “budding poetry”

I learned I do not need you to be complete or to feel whole For this light I found within me Is guided by my soul It was always there...

Strong as a mother Soft as a maiden Brave as a daughter Beautiful Passionate Playful Fierce Women, we are the ones! Bound by love With...

Am I worthy? To be here To live this life To enjoy it at my fullest potential To be seen To be heard To be loved To be touched To let my...

When I say I love the mountains I mean the everlasting rocky kind With snowy tops and views to find Not the laundry piled so high that it...

I’m back! Back in my country back in my house Sleeping in my own bed Waking up in a place that should feel like I never left But am I...

Step by step I’m going down a staircase to my inner depths The deeper I go the darker it gets Familiar, yet strange places I’ve never...

Het leve van een mama: genieten van een rit naar de supermarkt

I’m looking for a metaphor to disguise the words describing all the things I’d do to you When we’re back together I could write about a...

Gedicht over de twijfels de worsteling als mama.

Elkaar terugvinden

De overgang van alleen zijn naar gezinsleven verliep niet zo soepel. Het was wennen aan alle prikkels en verantwoordelijkheden.

Terugkijkend op de solotrip naar Zweden. Zoveel gebeurd, zoveel beleefd.

Humoristisch gedicht over mijn laatste nacht in zweden die ik doorbracht in de tent. In the middle of nowhere waar de zon niet onder gaat.

With natures help I allow myself To navigate this river of emotions With waves so deep Almost drowning in the flow Allowing myself to...

For the last few weeks I wandered alone Without a soul to see No conversations but my own No one to hold me Not knowing who I was or...

There’s this woman I’ve met In the depths of my own Her presence felt, Her face never shown In solitude we’ve shared our song Dancing and...

Who’s this woman? I didn’t know she existed Deep in my soul she had been concealed Awaiting the day she would be revealed A woman without...