John Knowles

Joined November 2021

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The Tree of Life
The tree of life is where I nest. An eagle with a broken wing. I stare at the sky daily, dreaming of touching the clouds I used to ride. They say focus on you, leave relationships alone. That kind of love they show in wanting to protect me is the truest kind of friendship.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Poets
The Warmth of Her Fire
I find no delight in winter's fire. It's burning cold chills me to the very bone. In my mind, I sit alone, a prisoner to my thoughts, and to the howling winds of storm's breath.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Poets
A Boy and His Dog
The year was 2015. I had just moved into a house with my new wife and our 2 boys. I was just starting to come into my own in the career I had built, and I decided I wanted a dog of my own choosing. It was something I had missed my entire life. So I searched online for weeks. One day I came across an ad from a couple looking to rehome their American Bulldog. There were no pictures but I was intrigued. I drove to the family's home to meet their dog.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Petlife
The Beauty We Feel
Why do I makes friends everywhere I go? It's because I stopped looking at what they looked like, And started feeling their souls.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Confessions
Far Apart
When you lay awake at night, Can you feel me. When you walk alone in silence, Can you hear me. All that I am, Your love has made me.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Poets
Love has no expiration
We were 17 at the time. A chance encounter missed. We went to the same Highsvhool and somehow our paths never crossed. Not that our frinds didn't try. We had a mutual friend that tried to introduce us, but she was shy and didn't feel anyone could want her, and I just left a bad relationship myself at the time. Let's fast forward 30 years. It's funny, it was really like an old black and white movie scene.
By John Knowles4 years ago in Confessions
Losing Myself
There are days when strength isn't enough, heroism is a lost cause, and doing the right thing can hurt more than a thousand wrongs committed. I look into that mirror every day and wait for an answer to a question I've been asking for decades. "Who am I now?"
By John Knowles4 years ago in Poets