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Eloisa Jul 2019
In my quest for solace, love truly never fails,
Your memory magically appears to calm the violent storms and adjust my sail.
MsTruth Jul 2019
Refreshing breeze blowing from sea, soothing my skin, relaxing my brain
Soft fine soaked sand accepting my steps, caressing my feet, giving in
Blankets of barnacles whispering stories, as I squeeze through water breaker poles
This same walk, others have taken, from different places, of different colors, blessed souls.
Eloisa Jul 2019
I found my peace in solitude.
I found my calm in silence.
I discovered light even in darkness.
Nothing can shatter my strength.
Nothing can ruin my confidence.
I’ve already found me.
I have found everything I need within myself.
albertodroguett Jul 2019
thorns
blushing
and crisp

freshly trimmed
around the heart

                                                  —a.d
https://www.instagram.com/albertodroguett/
Carl D'Souza Jul 2019
Quiet solitude
is freedom
from others' demands,
is freedom
from the noises of the world.

In quiet solitude
I can focus introspectively
on my emotions and thoughts,
becoming more self-aware,
and discovering
how to improve my mind-functioning
towards optimal joy and happiness.
nabilah Jul 2019
she's more likely to stay in her narrow place,
accompanied only by the sun at the day
and moon at night
one day i heard she swore herself, she said;
'solitude is a best friend of mine'
she set herself as a closed-book to everything but herself
Eloisa Jul 2019
It is only in my moment of silence
that I could hear my voice
I got lost in the wilderness
but I have found myself
~My Regular Nature Walk
There should be moments that you have to find time to have some solitude to review the past and do some deep thinking which is vital to your own growth. This is the time to identify your dreams that you already brought into reality and some goals and plans that you have not yet accomplished. Being with my own company at times provided me a chance to rediscover myself and my life’s purpose. It helped me reflect on my past and chart my future properly.
Dré Jul 2019
We love each other broken,
and maybe that’s our curse.
I catch my reflection in glassy shards of you,
scattered across countless hotel room floors.

Mirrors,
relentless reminders
of the things we love
and can’t stand.

Everything and nothing.
Together and alone.
Here and there.
I can’t be in this body;

Exit stage left when bloodied soles
remind me of my inability to make you whole.
Imminent failure lingers over me;
a wet blanket putting out a fire
that was never meant for fighting.
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