~refract~
inner peace can never be bought, only found within.
Joy of Life
joy of being alive
Circle
all in life is formed in or by circles
Virgo Single
I enjoyed the challenge more than anything else, cause I am sure that it is not the merits of poem and techniques used and professionalism that count here most. What's important is the spirit of competition. And this corner is vibrant with it! Thank you, dear organizers, for making me do something! Best wishes to all participants!
kickit challenge
its funny by it own way sorry if names were called
MNDRS
peculiar kind of poem can't put my finger around it but then it just sound nice ...don't you think?
A New Day
New day new beginning new life
Lines written in the English Lake district.
The English lake district inspires the pen which has not ink enough to scribe it's beauty.
Alive and well
This morning as I walked I closed my eyes turned my face into the wind swept along in an invisible ocean of exultation s
Walk with me
One of my first
Culture
It is what it is...........a hongi.........a Maori greeting
Ode To Poets
Have you ever been moved by beauty? stood and listened to the birds sing? been transfixed by the sight of deer? Watched the eagles soaring the thermals? gazed on the beauty of a woodland lake? or sat by a ring of fairy mushrooms? Just as na
Deceptive Truth
This poem is dedicated to all the scam artists out there
The words you say
Using what you have inside .........
life and Faith
Life poking through DEATH BEAUTY DESTRUCTION All in one place just to see this you know that anything is possible. You just have to believe and faith in it. Just looking at this you know you must set your goals and aim for them. Don't
I took my thoughts to the edge of the sea...Part I
Continued in Part II
The Moon
the fascination of the moon
Let's talk about women
What say ye about the feline persuasion? Do they swish when they twitch those shoulders? Or do they twitch when they swish? Do they move to some groove or do they groove to some move? Is there a scientific formula for the timing of a smile?
A Dancer's Feet
I wrote this because of my dance experience. I really love dance and this was a way to show how much I love it.
I Did Not
I know that I should make it on my own. These words came to me as I reflected on the reasons I was given as to why I got no help.
Love is Maddness
The silence is blissful within my padded walls till the voices start i'm tormented once more, crying whilst cradling rocking back and forth how am i here again locked behind,the bolted door. Blood on my lips finger tips bitten no time for
Miles Davis
A little trumpeted reflection
Only music
It is al about the power of music......
Tip Toe Through Time .........
this girl dances with the spirit of the land within her .......... returns home to the small country town where her mum lives .......
Why are we Here?
A speck of flysh*t floating in Infinity, What are we more; (from a cosmological point of view)? A question no one knows, Though some will say. In this amazing world, Theories, they abound, And beliefs are many. Yet no one knows an Atom
SHADOWS OF LIFE.
You're in my dreams, do you know who you are. Maybe your the moon, or a bright shining star Magic of the night, warmth on every dull day Your words poetry, send emotional-sun-rays If feeling lost, know you're my special one As a brand new day,
If Only ..........
This just for all the people out there that have history their not so proud of but strive to be the better version of themselves ....... they make no excuses and accept what fate has dealt them realising their destiny is but a reaction to what has happened in their lives .......,, may they be blessed
Simply Wonderful..........
Amazing story ......... inspired me
COUNTING BLESSINGS.
I have experienced several months of sickness, just finishing with a week of Covid isolation, but there are always those worse than you....I am thankful I can Count My Blessings
Don't be ashamed of me
With me, don't be shy, don't cover yourself... I love you as you are... Don't be shy with me, show yourself completely, just as you are, without inhibitions. It's all varnish, it's all temporary. You're a fickle woman from time to time. I accept you
CHOICES......
All have a story to share, but time outcome can change, leaving signs Of path taken, the ups and downs causing smiles, sometimes frowns Marking time, no decisions made some people important, others fade Yet every step, choices lead a way to
Wisdom In The Woods
A walk in the autumn woods begs for explanations when such things are found as a row of brilliant maples in foliage and many little clues left behind.
Modern Persephone
About a girl i knew who was diagnosed with HIV and expecting a child who suddenly relocated..
~What did you expect~
hmmmmm, an ability to will what you think upon anotherones thoughts, how's it workin?
diamonds an pearls
wrote this for a very close friend from her point of view .........learning to love herself again an moving forward......
Oh To Be A Poet
Ive been chatting to a wonderful woman that has inspired something inside me that ive always wanted to do but, I'm not very good and this is my 1st attempt at putting something for everyone to see.
O U T !!!!!
The lions roar out to you, but do you hear the roar or the feelings too. Just watch the softness that is within him. For he buries it down D E E P inside. It may be so D E E P it will hide. He is soft for you to see, but he likes th
Thank you (letter to mom)
It is what it is. Do not wait to tell some one how you feel, it could be too late.
Who Am I
I wrote this during a period of soul searching a number of years ago ... I think we all have to reflect about ourselves, who we are, where we're going ... we need to be thankful for what we are not what we have ... peace to all
A Tear
Tears are a part of life to alleviate an emotion or show a joy!
Waldo's Mountain
This is wrote about a place I use to play as a young girl. It is not only in honor of this place but also in honor of its great artist who composed this. One mans trash is anothers treasure. His dream gave way to many dreamers in my town for many years. Thank you Waldo for the many legacies you left behind. (Sexton's strange mountain ended up being the highest point between Kitty Hawk and Key West, offering a regal view of the grand Atlantic. The mountain, looking like a cross between an Aztec temple and an orderly junk pile was a great tourist attraction, renamed the Hanging Gardens. Sexton died in 1968 and vandals and collectors began to lay waste to his gardens and eventually the site was cleared. The junk man died a millionaire.) http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/1989-09-03/news/8909024704_1_sexton-junk-waldo
"Giggle in my belly"
This is a poem, about Moebius Syndrome. It's what I have, just letting you know more about it.