Mandy Ricks

Tag: poems

  • Horses and Sunshine

    I began to write poems when I was a child. Late at night, in bed, alone with my pen.

    My mother and her partner would drunkenly fight and I would write about horses and sunshine.

    -Mandy Ricks

  • Gorgeous things

    To me, you are simply one of those gorgeous things that was made

    to do what it does perfectly, and to last, as almost nothing does, forever.

  • A Mere Reflection

    Listen to me or not, it matters little. I’m not trying to be wise. I’m a mere reflection of your dreams. -Mandy Ricks

  • Fall

    Fall: Where summer’s promises start to break as fast as they were made.

    Regrets cling like early evenings watching the sun say goodbyes.

    The heat of day starts turning to a dark coolness promising more.

    Have we really aged as much as our hearts feel worn or is it just another summer gone in a pile of selfies and beach days?

    See you again next year.