I, a Feather in its Hands
Inveterate the lilt of breeze, the lulling movement of air appease, to nudge clouds to nowhere in particular, a swirling
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Inveterate the lilt of breeze, the lulling movement of air appease, to nudge clouds to nowhere in particular, a swirling
Read moreConsciousness flows through all living things, some passive, others awakened, others acutely accurate in perception, but all to some degree
Read moreImplored to just let go, a leaf in autumn’s rustic dry state, accepts its windblown plight, and death is not
Read moreWho could know the outcome of humanity’s path, self-destruction the expected aftermath of our narcissism, yet potential marks our growth
Read moreWhat Have we Become… An achromatic darkness still haunts me, In the distance a barrel fire burns I hunch, hiding
Read moreWhile we are straining our minds to find purpose here on earth, life is indeed passing us by, moments of
Read moreHow deep is your love, the aching need to be with someone, to share and live with alternate breaths, so
Read moreWaves lap upon a distant shore, as if time beating, and each fan of water’s relent, spreads like ripples on
Read moreLife went on, the years flowing swiftly, through her turbulent life. She above all, was no stranger to heartbreak, no
Read moreEnabled I am to see the shadow’s shadow, where light barely touches perception, the truth is strong and interceding to
Read moreA darkened room, a hollow tomb, as spirits cloud like shadowed doom, and air so sharp it hurts to breathe,
Read moreWhips and chains Constant pain Nights of anguish Opened veins Blood and gore And blood some more There are no
Read moreLegends are born in the quintessential ethos of intrepid hearts in sacrifice and victory, ascribing to exaggerated states of heroism,
Read moreThis Pen This pen I hold within my hand Portrays the life I’ve lived, The trials and torments I’ve
Read moreShe walks and the earth gently subsides, as if pillows beneath her delicate feet, and clouds form around her
Read moreSteeped in the provisions of illusive time, we accept reality and all its rhymes, but time is no-one’s friend, nothing
Read moreThe movement a play of artful cadence, cycles like seasons drawn, time in ever-changing call, the rumination of so much
Read moreInevitable, the ecliptic cycles of learning, whether resistant, whether cooperative, we struggle, but in time assimilate truths to understand,
Read moreThere is no compensation for stupidity, only the harsh recompense delivered to teach us the flaws in our thinking, and
Read moreThe embers had grown cold … The silence seemed shattering, there were no more words to say. Silently like creeping
Read moreThe choir sings and melodies waft so freely, riding streams of air currents, as if echoing, prolonging each phrase, and
Read moreHow lost am I, and have been, the eye of omniscience nowhere by, life just a starting game, the rest
Read moreWhat breaks through the dense clouds of possibility, are those thoughts adopted by the many, for thought in clarity and
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