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marie-helene-de-canniere
marie-helene-de-canniere
53/F/Europe Far too much to tell in a "short bio" ;)...
Hi. Again. You’ve come to alienate a loved one from her path her soul who she can be without you. Again. I’ve seen you enslave my father, enslave my brother. Lost both of them to you. I’ve been arguing with you, bargaining, raging against you, trying to compensate with love the wreckage that you bring. I’ve been ignoring you. Trying to escape the powerlessness you make me feel. Yet here you are. Again. Everything comes to teach us something. You’ve come, again and again, to teach me something, isn’t it ? Hi. I’m done with arguing, bargaining, raging, compensating and ignoring. It’s about time I face you, look you in the eye, stand my ground. I’ve come to tell you I’m taking back my power and say to you here is where I draw the line. With no excuses or explanation. Just because I say so. Just go.
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Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
Just go
I knew before I knew there would be grace in loving you
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Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
I knew
Come, come play the game sweet child of Earth the game that has no name the riddle game the game of Life You want to know the rules? The first: you always win you always lose that's up to you for you to choose The second: there's a first and a last day and in between? no one could say The third: Everything happens for a reason and if you don't think it does everything happens for no reason whatsoever in the end, that doesn't matter Somehow there are no rules at all You just have to show up and play Riddle after riddle after riddle after riddle after rid...
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Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:19 AM UTC
Riddles of life
She's there, behind the deep blue canvas enjoying, laughing, sensual too, sometimes a playfull child, and then again, woman in love nothing to hide. He chooses colours all shades of white all tones of grey yellows and oranges purple pink or green there are no rules and if there are he made them to change them because change is his game. Whether a he or a she that immens spirit up in the sky had fun today painting the ceiling of my world giving one simple answer to my question why? Look for the beauty. That's why. Thank you for the mighty paintings. I'll be back, looking at your beauty. Everywhere. I feel peaceful beautiful and I know why.
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
The Artist
In stillness everyting awaits in warm and untold peace how storms unfold.
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Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 6:23 AM UTC
In stillness
Baby Darling Sweatheart... I've known for so long just how much I love you and tonight it struck me like a lightning just how much YOU love ME Hold me, darling [hush] Kiss me, baby [hush] Erase them marks that all and everyone have left on me [hush] I'm right here [you say] [and kiss] I'm holding you [you say] [and caress] there's no way [you whisper] [and I know] anyone could ever love you more.
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
More
Day and night her soul feels love in her heart while her mind longs to see through her eyes things that people have a hard time facing even though it would bring light to the day and to the night even though they somehow know deep in their soul that it's in facing these things left in an unseen corner of their heart that they will be able to live life day and night soulfully. Find it, says her heart, find it, says her soul, find it and release it, and then... look me in the eye you'll see the road I've travelled the road you've travelled you'll see me you'll see you you'll see light day and night.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
Puzzled hearts
Today the rain is singing a rhythmic song of dancing drops an orchestra of clouds echoing the sweet calling Laugh, baby, laugh Today the sun is shining a steady warming blanket a sea of blinding light whispering the sweet calling Play, darling, play Tonight the fireflies have gathered myriads of them to paint a silent portrait of my heartbeat that repeats Love, sweetheart, love
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 7:33 AM UTC
Laugh, baby, laugh
Even though I know the words you say speak more of you than they could ever speak of me it hurts. Even though I know the venom you sputter will make you sick far more than it will ever get at me it hurts. Even though I know the picture that you paint of me is but the reflection of the image in your brain it hurts. Such poisonous talk and attitude used to bring me down. It doesn't anymore. But still it hurts. So now I want to look after myself and with the loving, caring half of me comfort the hurting half untill we both say I'm okay.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
I'm okay
The mighty wind of change that carried me all along always urging me to search for being true truer truest to who I really am. The mighty wind of change that I have sometimes cursed when it caught me off guard until I realized it blows from within and everything it brings I have wished for deep inside. The mighty wind of change blows through the branches of the trees. The leaves and birds just play along showing me how joyfull the mighty wind of change is. Once again.
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
Mighty