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  Jan 3 Traveler
Zeno
Like a sweet hymn of orchestra
The wind blew and the night was soft
Pearly snowflakes falling gently
into a winter land

She walks out of the house
with her gleaming eyes
Her blonde hair drifting in the wind
while the white dress clings to her
like an artic flag,
basking in the fine hour

She looks up and sees the snow falling
down her face and hands
And she searches for warmth, her arms stretched
toward the frost-bitten sky

Slowly dancing and spinning
Following her own rhythm
A silent poinsettia garden, blooming
Tracing the shape of her tender smile
That was warm in the midst of winter
I'm afraid of failure
Of becoming a burden
But above all, I'm afraid
Of hurting the ones I love
And ending up alone...

Yet I'm here, I've shown
In the face of my demons
And screamed at them
That they'll never take
The very best of me

So I may not be fearless
I'm quite fine with that
For I'm brave
I never regarded myself as the courageous type... until the day I realized that being brave doesn't mean being fearless. Being brave means facing your fears in order to do what you must.
  Jan 3 Traveler
Edward Hynes
You might think that by now I’d have
The fruits of my maturity—
Good judgement and some dignity
The wisdom of my years—
And doing really stupid things
Would now have no appeal to me
My lessons learned,
My hard earned wisdom paid for with my tears.

But you’d be wrong.
  Jan 3 Traveler
Jīn Sīyǎ
Going places used to fill me with joy, 
But now my mind is also at peace when it's with you...

My mind knows it won't last forever, 
But the heart cries - just a little longer??

Embracing each moment as if it were precious, 
Losing ourselves and turning a little too zealous... 

Searching for silly reasons to fight, 
Just to see each other's eyes so bright...

Endless conversations we had, 
but the long silences made us even more glad...

Stealing a little time, buying a little while, 
Just to see your face and the radiant smile... 

Nights seemed longer, days seemed to fly, 
And I was getting closer to the days I would cry...

I simply wish we were meant to be together, 
or that we had met a while earlier...

You weren't written in my destiny, 
but the little time with you was just so heavenly...

You weren't what the world would call perfect, 
But what could I do, when the hearts did connect...

I went with the flow, as the world said, 
little did I know about the tears we would shed...

Now your mind is in a turmoil, 
and my heart is hurting with the coil...

A word of apology is all I can say,
Though all I did was love you in my way...
Over silent waters
The swan is sliding
Nothing seems to be moving
Not even the waters
Soft whispering sounds
as the wind caresses the trees
Full of elegance  she is moving
to meet her mate.
To mate for life.

Shell ✨🐚
Swans ,What a beautiful sight
What elegant birds!
Ode to nature
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