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313 · Jun 2018
Remember
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Write what I remember
Remember why I'm writing
Light what I remember
Remember what needs lighting
Fight what I remember
Remember why I'm fighting
Unite what I remember
Remember what needs uniting
Though I have my doubts about my work, I always remember why I chose to do what I do. And it's not just from me, but from my close family, blood or not.
And you guys here on the HP platform.
Really, I can't thank you guys enough.
I'll remember why I write. I'll remember what to light. I'll remember why I fight. I'll remember to unite.
Thank you all. God bless!
Lyn ***
313 · Sep 2017
Dwam #7
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Shining of ages
Final rest through sands of time
Hope cloaks swift and just
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
312 · Jun 2020
Eris
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020

Vengence on her brow
On her palm, crisp gold chaos
For the beautiful


Another woman of myth!
This haiku is dedicated to Eris, another favourite Greek goddess of mine.
How one action caused such great war...
I'm really enjoying this series, my list grows by the day!
Be back soon with more!
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
A new letter for my new series will drop soon!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
312 · Sep 2017
Fickle
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
"Are you ok? Your family, Where are they now?"
They are where they are. They follow the winds blown.
"It's so dark! Light a candle here!"
You can light six-and-twenty. Makes no difference. My heart is still dim.
"Don't say such things. You've got your whole life ahead."
Do I?
"Yes."
Would that I could join you. Would that I could be you. I'm deaf to the tolls of my caged heart.
Based on a conversation I heard over the bus.
311 · May 2018
Crown
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Patience made me a Queen
when one called me
a slave to my
faith.

I choose who I follow
I choose what I follow
I have a choice as well as will.

But thank you.
Your ignorance and lack of respect has only added to my wisdom.

Life is a marketplace where you meet all sorts of people.
In a world of diversity,
I give all respect.

When one crosses the line,
they aren't worth the time.
Right now,
I'm polishing and shining my crown.
I found myself remembering what someone used to say about me choosing to follow a faith.
And worse, they kept saying it.
So it's not something I will ever forget.
If anything, it fuels me more.
I'm friends with people from all works of life.
Some from the LGBTQ, others are atheists, agnostics, and various cultures.
We may disagree but we all respect each others opinions and not force how we feel into others' head.
But I'm grateful to have walked away from toxic people.
I can focus on me and my dream.
311 · Aug 2017
Will
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
The will of the Heavens
weaves its creations
great tapestries
of love and
grief.
A short poem I wrote in my journal during my walk passing a cathedral.
311 · Aug 2018
Reality Check
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Let's be 100 here.
You could be the most loyal
the most caring
the most attentive
the most attractive
the most affectionate
You could be one making all the efforts
the one spending the most time
with your 'investment'
...and in the end,
that person STILL walks away
Don't be questioning yourself
wondering where you went wrong
or what you could of done better
wondering if there was anything else
you could have sacrificed to keep them around

You are worth FAR MORE than that
Don't devalue yourself and feel like you're
missing something, that you absolutely need them
Don't beg to keep them around, let them go
Being loyal doesn't make you stupid -
but being loyal to someone whose walked
away IS stupid
In life, people come and go, but I've learned
that when the time is right, you will gain
something better

So I say when you see reality's hand raised,
welcome the slap
Wake up, move on and clap
Reflecting on past mistakes...
And man, am I better off without such people in my life.
Lyn ***
311 · Jun 2018
Lesson Learned #103
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I've found that when it comes to sacrificing
something you love to do, you always
end up finding one reason not to
I always thought it was abominable to give up something you love,
but life can put you in a situation where you just have no choice.
310 · Oct 2018
Seed
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2018


-
Everyone is a unique seed
with a potential to bloom
into something beautiful
Nurture yourself as pure
and consistent as love itself
Fear no drought
For you are not destined
to wilt before your time
You will have all you need
to get to the stage of flowering
All your God given talents,
known and hidden,
discover, refine, hone
Bloom...
-


Nothing you possess is wasted. You are unique. Nurture your skills.
Im sorry for the inactivity, I've been finishing late and I'm so exhausted when I get home. I really appreciate all your support.
Thank you so much for 252 followers!
I'm so grateful for all of you!
Much love,
Lyn ***
310 · May 2018
Lesson Learned #88
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Know that hearsay
is only half-lies
Need I say more...?
310 · Sep 2017
I Am...
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
L i g H t - h e a r t e d
    W h o l E - h e a r t e d
            W e A k - h e a r t e d
T e n d e R - h e a r t e d
        S o f T - h e a r t e d
                               B r o k e n - h e a r t e d
                L a R g e - h e a r t e d
                  P r O u d - h e a r t e d
                          K i n d - h e a r t e d
              F r E e - h e a r t e d
         S t o N y - h e a r t e d
We feel various sorts of 'hearted' through life...
310 · Sep 2018
Lyn's View: Politics
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


Politics indeed is the art of compromise:
the compromise of integrity, that is.


Precisely why I try to ignore politics overall.
Lyn ***
309 · Jul 2017
Contradition
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
You claim not to know
You merely know to deny
Child, be on your guard

The power of change
Which connotes both good and bad
Nothing stays the same

The natural line
Of what human truly means
A grey area
Humans are living contradictions.
309 · Aug 2017
Lost in the Grey
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
There's something so magnetic about the colour grey.
  It's neither dark nor light.
Not evil or good.
It's a calm colour of silence.
And it's comforting too.
It's easy for me to float in gray clouds.
Lay in grey sheets.
Even talk to the stone graves.
Despite the ugliness in the world, there are still splashes of love and wonder around.
But as the sands run by, I feel weaker and I just want to stay put
in silence.
The brilliance of white permeates through every corner though the world itself is stripped of it day by day.
The shadows of blackness wrap around us from time to time. It can be easy to succumb and surrender.
I'm so tired, so drained.
I just want to sleep and stay lost in the grey...
I'm trying so hard to stay awake but I'm physically mentally and emotionally drained to the point where I want to sleep it away for eternity
309 · Mar 2018
Moontree
Lyn-Purcell Mar 2018
I watch the Moontree bloom in the meadow.

A hybrid of black oak and gray maple

entwined at the root, bark, leaf and branch.

It's silven flowerheads whispering to me golden lies.

You somehow grow on a ****** white sands

that bares no fruit nor olive nor stream

And yet you grow and grow and grow and grow

to reach the azuline veil above.

And yet in this cold night, you give me comfort

for all the time past and the years to come.
I discovered this old poem I wrote in a school publication.
I always did the moon as a beautiful flowerhead...
© 'Moontree' by Lyn-Purcell.
All rights reserved.
309 · Jul 2017
Sleeping Song
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
The lyre of love sings
The flutes of God inspires
The angels of silvern wings
Spindle of dread's pyre

You wear the crown, my sweet
Let stars light up your dreams
Speak true, my parakeet
Spread your wings and soar and
gleam
A lullaby that I wrote. I sang this to a baby and she fell sound asleep
© Lyn Purcell
308 · Jul 2018
Lesson Learned #121
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Never get so lost in competing
that you lose interest in giving
your creations meaning.
I've seen this alot growing up and in society. People seem to get lax or lazy as soon as they come into money. They don't won't to evolve or make good of their talents anymore. I'll try my best not to become like that.
That's all I can really say.
Love you, guys!
Have a good night/day!
Lyn ***
308 · Aug 2017
It's Ok
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
It's ok to be conscious of your vulnerabilities.
In fact, it makes you stronger.
It's ok to be conscious of how flawed you are.
In fact, it makes you all the more beautiful.
It's ok to make mistakes. How else will you learn?
In fact, it makes you wiser.
It's ok to even hate. At some point, we all do.
Just don't let it poison your ability to love.
It's ok to be sad. We all are at some point.
Just don't forget to count your blessings
and laugh hard.
Another poem from my journal. Just more thoughts for the day...
307 · Jul 2018
Lesson Learned #119
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Let us empower and never
denounce
Love is a powerful thing. let us use it to heal and make the world a better place!
Respect all people of all races for we are all the human.
Lyn ***
307 · Jun 2020
Am
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Am
Flawed by creation
I am very much human
Please world, accept it
My mind is a riot...
So much I'm thinking about...
So much to make sense of...
I hope the world can be accepting of that fact that we're human and that no one is perfect
Let's embrace it...
Much love
Lyn 💜
306 · Sep 2017
Dwam #9
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Oh, blessed moments
Tiny joys among pure bliss
Sharing child wonders
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
305 · Jun 2018
Praise
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Praise be to those woman
who wears and owns
their tiger stripes
My praise goes to women who love their natural body!
Especially to those ones who have given birth!
The stretch marks, from childbirth or not, are a sign of your womanhood!
Be back soon!
305 · Jul 2018
Sill #3
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Pain flows close to heart
Happy thoughts now that you're gone
Whispers of the past
Still by the window sill
Re-examining myself,
the wounds that haven't healed, the scars that haven't faded.
Lyn ***
304 · Sep 2017
Lesson Learned #34
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
You'll lose your battles if
you don't fight it.
Naturally.
We all have our own battles. Don't expect to get anywhere if you don't try.
304 · Oct 2017
Lesson Learned #51
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
Achieve what you can while you still
have flesh. So when the time,
of death comes, your
bones will sing
songs of
victory.
You only live once. Do all you can while you still have breath.
303 · Jun 2018
Lesson Learned #115
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Loathe me for owning, wearing and
being my truth than adore me for
hiding, faking and being
a lie
I just want to be my authentic self.  
Why should I be pressured into being anything else?
Anyway, thank you everyone for all the likes, loves, reposts and follows!
I truly am grateful!
Lyn xxxx
303 · Jul 2018
Fears
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Fears grow in my mind
I do need your gentle touch
So I can blossom
303 · Sep 2018
Seed
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


-
The quill...
My weapon of choice,
my inner seed that gives
life to my inner fire,
all of my turmoils
is also, at times,
the root of my
misery.
-


Being a writer is both a blessing and a curse...
It's been there for me but also, it's tied to my emotional and mental pain,
so it is connected to my misery, my anxieties, my depression, my struggles with self-love, fighting my self-doubt, self-hatred and my fears...
At times, I don't even feel worthy of such a gift.
I only want to express myself - all of my loves, all of my pain.
No matter how raw it may seem.
I'm feeling alot better now, I just needed time to pick myself up.
I just did not have the energy to talk to anyone
Thank you so so much, everyone for being so patient and understanding!
Much love and hugs!
Lyn ***
301 · Jul 2018
How
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
How
How I wish I could
Turn my back on sands of time
Tap quill on paper
Gaaaaahhhhh! Just when I thought I had my anxieties under control.
I hate when I feel out of it, but the best way to get it out is to write it out.
Lyn ***
300 · Aug 2017
Lesson Learned #4.1
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
Be passionate about your craft
and always try to
perfect it.
Do what you love most.
299 · Jun 2020
Hills
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Bird flies over hills
Wait for me around my mind
Grass grows without fear
Forgot to post this yesterday where I walked up a hill and took in the sights of man and nature both...
Worth it haha!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
299 · Sep 2017
Dwam #6
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Singing of wonders
Sweet chorus, stay by my side
Triumph in the spring
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
299 · Jun 2018
Gift of Love
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Love, an element
that can transcend
many lifetimes

Love, an parasite that
can destroy
a nation

Love, a flame that when
left unattended, can
ravage and not
irradiate

Such much it has to give.
The very gift of love
Love can do good as well as bad.
Its an element that should never be underestimated.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
299 · Sep 2017
Winterfly
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Winterfly of moonlit dreams.
With wisps of smoke, and coiling wings.
Snow drop falls.
On crisp brown leaves.
At the snap of a twig,
You rise from ash to sea of stars.
The sunlight dances on the fresh coat of ice.
Based on a lucid dream I had as a Winterbutterfly.
298 · Mar 2018
Fitted
Lyn-Purcell Mar 2018
Fitted for armor, fitted for dresses.
Learn the sword or needle's dance.
Both stained with blood.
One for war, one for flowers.
The shadow prays for a light's chance.
Small poem jotted down in my journal
298 · Aug 2020
Phaedra
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

Scar on regal heart
Her brightness shields her venom
Words she built shall break


New day, new haiku!
This one is for Phaedra, a Cretan Princess and sister of Ariadnê.
Though I know of her, she is one woman of myth I do not like.
After her sister ran off with Theseus, Phaedra herself fell in love with his son, Hippolytus. When he rejected her, she decided to write a letter to Theseus, saying that he had violated her and Hippolytus was killed.

Now the matter of his death varies from myth to myth. In one variant, his father cursed him, using one of Poseidon's curses to do so - i.e. a sea creature dragged him to his watery death. In another variant, his own father ended his own life, and another said that Dionysus sent a bull to do the deed.

To make things worse, Phaedra was his STEP-MOTHER, the second wife to Theseus. *Lyn gaves herself a big facepalm*
Given all this, strangely, she was seen as a tragic character in mythology. Personally, I don’t understand why because I found her to be spiteful [and that honestly hasn’t changed when I read more on WHY she was so ‘tragic’].

In a small variant myth, Hippolytus rejected the Goddess of Love herself to stay faithful to Artemis, for his faith in her was unshakeable. [I still find that to be very admirable as hell.] As expected, Aphrodite was enraged by his ‘snub’ and to punish him, she cursed Phaedra to fall for him. So
I think what makes me dislike her is the whole ‘If I can’t have him, no one can’ attitude. Just because of his willingness to honour a goddess, to stay faithful to her, a woman [or women] sought to effectively destroy him for it! And what better way than with her words, right? Words may be light but they carry so much weight, this applies to us all. Everyone one regardless of gender.

They are the most powerful and dangerous thing in the world in my opinion. Ironically, the name Phaedra is derived from the word ‘phaidros’, meaning "bright" and well, I don’t see much that is bright about her because shes not being painted in a good light. [Pun intended!]

There is a variant myth of Theseus taking Hippolytus’ life after reading Phaedra’s letter and in her grief, she took her own as that is not what she wanted.

I suppose what makes me dislike her is how situations like this happen in day to day life, which is not only sad but also really scary too. Even with the myth of her doing what she did because she was cursed by Aphrodite, to me that is no justification. Words are like actions, they all have consequences. I know we are all human and all, but the lesson I took from this is to mind what I said because it may come back to haunt me. At some point in our lives, we have all said something that we regret. But we live and learn and grow. Especially in this day and age now.

Anyway, thank you all for growing followers, I'm forever humbled and grateful for the support 🙏🌹💜
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Be back tomorrow with another one!
Much love,
Lyn 💜
298 · Jul 2020
꧁༒•Mirage•༒꧂
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Under the shade of Summer's pagoda,
are mirages of our myths
The warmth of our loyalty stays
all winters of the heart
as our memories produce
the purest of snow silks...


💜
297 · Jun 2020
Blade
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
Blade of Heaven's rain
Misfortune has left its mark
Dew sings songs of grief
338 followers, *** thank you all so so much!
This haiku was dedicated to me watching the grass blades in my garden as it's been raining.
Usually I feel so tired around rain but today, I feel so energized! I've got a new project in tow - a new free verse collection in the works! ^-^
I've got alot of research to do for it but itll be worth it!
Stay safe and well everyone,
Much love,
Lyn 💜
296 · Sep 2017
Dwam #5
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Dreaming near a pond
Winter snow enhanced by light
Restoring pleasures
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
296 · Sep 2017
Trapped in Two Worlds
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Deep down inside,
where all is not fine,
you can say I've lost my mind.

"Hey Lyn! How are you?"
"I'm fine," I say with a smile.

The words of my mouth that
feign happiness? I can't seem to hear
the tune. But I wish at times, that
people will look into my
windows.
See my screams
and weeping soul.

"Hey Lyn! Wanna go out today?"
"Nah," I shake my head.
"Why not? You okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. I just, uh, I just feel really tired."

The nights are long and dark
and lonely.
Save for the silver moon who I...
I don't need to whisper
secrets to.
But even with the moonlure,
my body is plagued.
Cursed to be restless, as no sleep
can cleanse the tiredness.

"Lyn! Come on!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm sorry."

Do I need to be reminded that all is
my fault?

A fractured mirror.
A dry fountain of heart.
Hands kissed by blood.
And tears to shed.
296 · Oct 2017
Fleurastra
Lyn-Purcell Oct 2017
Under a tree with misted stars as fruits,
the flowers sleep in a coat of dew.
It's amazing where the mind can take you when you have a small nap!
:)
295 · Sep 2017
Dwam #11
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
Giggling blossoms
Pink and sweet and white and pure
Rain petals of love
© Poem by Lyn-Purcell.
295 · Aug 2018
News
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
A stroll through meadows
Vibrant, hale and kissed with dew
My mind now wanders

My handmaiden, Essha
runs with news, of good tidings
My court has grown more

She speaks well of you
Of Kings and Queens who have come
From both near and far

How my eyes widen
as I now shed tears of joy
You all have my thanks.
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294 · Aug 2017
Lesson Learned #9
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2017
You can be proud
without being
arrogant.
I'm still around such people who are prideful. So annoying...
293 · Aug 2020
3/7/20
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2020

I merely express my rioted mind
A forest of thoughts and loves
screams and fears,
angels and demons that run rampant
Leaving no part of me unmarred
For I am too aware of all around me
With eyes that speak more than they say
I may not say it but I miss nothing
Perhaps if I were stupid, I would be much happier

My heart is a torrent
Can I no be soothed by a coat of dew and a kiss of rain
I merely a woman who wishes to live and not survive
To be recognised but not seen
To contribute to a craft that I so truly love
For I only am one and have one life to live
For all the things I lack in this life,
Physical beauty
Total confidence
A pure conscience

But my fire is there to keep me warm from world's chaos

I sincerely hope that my many mistakes
will not overshadow my passions
For now, I truly understand the power
of artistic expression and integrity
And I feel as I do not deserve to even
tread the path of those I have admired all
these years and have been immortalised in mind...

I truly do not want to be false, a fraud, a fake
But more then ever, I want to be free...
Never will I take the power of the pen for granted again
For writing may be the is the one true
thing that shows the best part of me...


An entry I wrote in my diary yesterday before bed.
I find that I'm my most emotional and vulnerable at night,
It's so easy to be lost in my own head.
Lyn 💜🌹
293 · Jun 2018
Living Art
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
I am the dream that breathes
I am the blur of thoughts
I am the embodiment of harmony as well as chaos
I am a glamoured lie with shadowed truths
I am a reflection of my reality
I am an eruption of expression, a flame born of passion
I am art of life's experience, not a body or object of perverse nature
I am a fragment of knowledge that walks with untapped potential
We're human at the end of the day.
We are all art, our lives living stories being told!
Be back soon!
Lyn x
© 'Living Art' by Lyn-Purcell
293 · Jul 2020
Urania
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2020

Cosmos on her palms
Fates long written in the stars
Though far, she is near


Last but certainly not least, the muse, Urania
I'm honestly in awe of Urania and her powers...
Here's the link for the growing collection:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/132853/the-women-of-myth/
Much love,
Lyn 💜
293 · Jul 2017
The Cloud of...
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
limbs of leaD
forgetfulnEss
eating Problems
not 'theRe'
bad hygienE
coping mechaniSms
libido losS
thoughts are Intrusive
weeping Over nothing
extreme aNxiety
Get help...please. If you're caught in the grey, get help.
292 · May 2018
Lesson Learned #91
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Let gratitude be a great
star-pin on your soul.
Gratitude goes a long way!
291 · Aug 2018
Room (10W)
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
As the Spring's winds make azure curtains billow,
the rose wilts.
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