Category Archive: poetry

pratfall into the dust

Originally posted on ootherwordly:
in this cabaret of dreams, we’re all performersexcept i’m not made to performand the limelight is on me my mind is playing Twister on melabyrinthine thoughts and ruminationspinning like…

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The lovely silence..

The lovely silence     The real poets and writers know. The silence is golden. Words become meaningless in the midnight hours.  True lovers don’t need to speak. They allow their mouth, hands… Continue reading

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Holy as love..

A moment, of forever                      “Holy as love You were my Winter prayer, my Christmas miracle. We found a safe place to keep warm,… Continue reading

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Poem: Beacon of Hope – 25/01/20

Originally posted on Lauren M. Hancock Poetry and Prose:
A lighthouse up on the horizon signals impending hope, as a monument it shows that perhaps Home is nearby. ? Whose home, though? Anyone’s,…

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Nightwish- Bless The Child (Tarja & Floor)

Please read the amazing work of a talented writer.

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Sonnet: A Weeping Poet

Originally posted on Timeless Classics:
***** I weep, and as I weep, the poems roll Forth into words upon the pristine page Coalescing to a collected whole Which mirrors my reflection as I…

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Don’t give up.

  Don’t give-up I changed face, I changed cities and played the jester well. I believed the stories in the wind, I believed in the voices of the traitors who forsaken my generation.… Continue reading

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Strum

Originally posted on Chole Into Diamonds:
Moving in close, His hair smells like wind and storms. His skin feels like life. Winter, spring, summer, fall Bloom at once with a touch. A smile.…

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O so sweet, O so soft

    O so sweet, O so soft My dearest miracle, I was alone till you blessed me with your sweet kiss and your gentle voice. Once I asked you. Would you, could… Continue reading

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“The willow tree”

The willow trees Old poet told the girl. We must try to go back to where we were, if we can. The bright eyed girl asked with wonder, dear poet, I come to… Continue reading

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