Tag: amwritingpoetry
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I’m Blessed
I wish all of you a happy thanksgiving, and please share what you are thankful for at the dinner table. Trust me, it means a lot to your loved ones, and it’s important to celebrate the good things in life. Thanksgiving A time to reflect on our lives to think about our country’s history ... -
Sinking Ship In Cynical Waters
Floating on negative waves; without a paddle. Passing days, trapped within your leaky boat Trying to plug each hole, of this sinking ship. Yet, you keep adding to the flooding waters, with every defeatist word. Angry waves crash into this boat of complaining bitterness. Threatening to hurl us, in the black abyss of your burning ... -
Thinking Of You
My inspiration for the poem came from a dream I had of my great grandmother, Lucy, a few weeks ago. I miss her dearly, and I dedicate my first poem to her. I have been thinking about you a lot lately You occurred in my dreams again last night I saw you dancing ... -
Incense And Tarot Cards
Myrrh Smolders tendrils tickle the nose invading senses calming; euphoric Fragrant smoke lightly swirls above the tarot deck Infusing the two Sweetly beckoning Secrets only the cards hold Beguiling, its charm Coaxing mysteries and truths A speaker for the spirits Guiding and advising [iframe src=”//giphy.com/embed/IsERFOBKX7uLK” width=”480″ height=”698″ frameBorder=”0″] -
Universal Language: A Haiku
Bright innocent eyes Speak universal language Sparking connections -
Fall Deconstructed
Foliage drained of glucose And chlorophyll has run its course Blazing sunshine lights the hues chill in the air chases us indoors. Bright earth tones fade, days grow short the blue skies hark the approaching Harvest moon. October’s fading colors, harbingers of winter’s encroaching. Refusal to face the wintry ice, like living in a state ... -
Winter’s Calling
the end is near and yet we can see the line i wonder, do you hear? the whispers so fine softly the thickness coats the town fluffy and white in all its glory in the coldness we drown waiting for the ending of the story it’s supposed to be a special time of peace, quiet, ... -
An Unloved Queen: Catherine Braganza
Cold barren wasteland Dressed in the most fashionable velvets Donning a heavy gold and diamond encrusted cross necklace Weighing head in submission and repentance of the most mundane sins. While mistresses flaunt their fecundity big ballooned bellies in tight corsets Showing off for all to see the swell of adulterous sin Stoney faced, ...