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#monumental
Over time Simple actions become habits Which then lead to character Character leads to success And prosperity Miraculous results And a rewarding life Even monumental achievements Thus flow from simple actions And habits Over time
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Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
Over Time (Prosperity Poem 97)
Incremental actions bring monumental changes With every fundamental step your future rearranges You may not know what tiny task could be quite instrumental in moving your successes to new and higher ranges
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Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Incremental Actions (Prosperity Poem 36)
La tinta a flor de piel la llegada omitiendo el saludo y el pase directo a lo que  llamo dos candentes llamas en tu boca. El beso de cinco minutos que pide otros cinco el fugaz rose de cuerpos que transforman la energia y hacen que el tiempo se consuma rapido pero que se disfruta cada momento. Tu cuerpo como un monumento y el cielo que me regalas cada día tu forma de hacerme sentir las curvas que me dejas tocar y el nudo de la blusa que sostiene las esferas de cristal. No se que haría si cambias tu manera de caminar y después de memorizar cada bello lunar en tu cuerpo no me arrepiento de pedirte 5 minutos pues eso basta para vivirte una eternidad.
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Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 1:29 AM UTC
5 min.
I wash my hands constantly, as the smell of anything unnatural makes me uneasy. I smell the tips of my fingers and the palms of my hands nervously; the smell of metal, carpet, and reluctance all trapped between my fingers nauseate me. I run to the sink and pump soap into my hands before frantically rubbing them together, forming as many bubbles as possible. I only like my hands when they smell like soap or oranges or lavender. I have nightmares about you during the day. I sit awake and wonder how much of you was real and how much is just sound that I created in a desperate leap for love. The leap I swore I would take over and over again. There is paint on my arms and my hands right now and all I can think about is how i wish I were an artist I wish i could draw myself into things the way I can push myself into things that hurt My mom told me I am brave that I am fearless that I just do things but I think I am reckless with myself the way I run into pain face first and tear into it with my fists over and over again I have never been afraid of change The way pain rolls over you and makes your stomach convulse your whole body week and your sobs so huge that they don’t make sound beyond the frantic gasp for air at the end I have always been to proud of being human for some reason I think that the way I feel the way I live is somehow monumental running into things over and over again
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
running