Upon my fleeting words
I reveal my roads.

Step by step, word by word,
line by line, a poet travels
the world.

We breathe poetry,
we eat it too.

Until our clouds are full of stars
ready to rain upon the earth
poetic storms.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

I can't hide or run,
pain is on my back.

I built my road but pain
got cheeky and damaged
my plans.

It laugh's in my face
while setting on my back
twisted and bent.

Scratching and clawing
at my skin, pains no friend.

Poking and pinching,
bringing depression
and anxiety.

Pains a cheeky boy with
claws for hands and a
creepy ear to ear smile
with a mouth full of
razer teeth.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

There are superheroes,
they are everyday people
who are brave.

Kindness is like a seed,
when we plant seeds of kindness
they will grow heroes.

Kindness helps build societies
because love is success and
prosperity.

All we need is love just remember
to plant your seeds of kindness
and help them grow by hydrating
your plots with kind deeds.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

The evening sun sets on the horizon,
it melts into its reflection, rippling
like water as it slowly turns
into liquid beams and fades
into the night.

Like a slumbering beast
the sun does one last peek
before disappearing over the
curve of the earth.

Our sun can seem magical,
it turns into liquid beams
that stretch out with arms
of light, it will burn bright
for billions of years.

It's amazing.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Agile and sleek,
lurking in the deep.

Eyes of rarest gem's
shine in the dark of night.

Black and slim
scratch and sniff,
bathing in the sunbeams
of mornings wake.

Black lady undercover,
luxurious coat like
black velvet and the
softest fur.

Living in the window
seeking comfort with
glaring beauty, and green
eyes like emeralds shine.

My neighbors black cat
she's a beauty and a luxurious
display of expansive coat's
and gem's greener than the
oceans edge.

Those who speak with forked
tongue’s speak no truth.

They become tongue tied and
sharp as knifes.

They weaponize their beliefs
with sword like words, claiming
lies to be truth but truth
to be lies.

They twist reality and bend
the truth so their false beliefs
can rule.

That like rotting flesh their
lies attract flies, it stinks
of betrayal and treason.

It is polluted with rotted promises
and ghostly wars we’ve fought before.

The cowards crawl on their belly’s
like serpents at the feet of the
wolf.

He who is a wolf in sheep’s skin
dresses like a dog but bark’s up
the wrong tree.

He’s the father of all lies,
as the people open wide to
devour his bent bones grinding
on his knifes like rabid dogs;
they choke the innocent and
pollute the minds of our youth.

Damning our future as they burn
their bridges. Nothing but ruins
lay ahead. You can hear the wolf’s
howling upon the wasteland they
left behind.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Did you know that
the touch of your hand
moved me?

We shared a breath
and a root grew between us,
it hydrated and fed our
relationship.

Our bond was supposed to
strengthen but you tugged
on its weakness until it broke.

You played me a fool,
a full deck of wild cards
no joker's but you because
you scammed the table.

A fool I was, a drowning victim,
a mockery for your entertainment.

I fell hard over your hills,
under the Sea into your blue
tides of loneliness and depression.

I saw the storm in your eyes,
blue silvery sky's turning gray.

Seven years you took me for a
ride, with your lies and constant
shoveling of accusations and
narcissistic nagging.

Never happy, complained but
never worked on changing it.
You became maddening and
insane.

Dragging me under, like a piece of
driftwood unwanted and beaten
by your weathering abuse.

Now that I am free, I am working
on my boat and cutting the dead
roots you left behind.

This is what a shameful pile of
bones looks like.

He built a pile of ashes and
allowed overgrown weeds to
choke our relationship.

It lays dead amongst the autumn
leaves.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton