#welcoming
Like a life cycle
Moving on again and again
Seeing a movie life is a short cut
But there is always a but?
Riding a horse beautiful
Flowing hair chestnut
But when?
Will life change/rearrange/emerge
Can we erase and start over to begin
Smart revenge or perfect win
We never know what will
be coming soon?
The full moon reckoning
The big happening
Start living
Falling in a category losing
No crying just loving
Keep trying wasting away dying
No meddling/ Gifts of giving
Creating loving words
In writing
New Birth developing
But when?
A star to wish upon
Pollution air rushing
Tornado destroying
But two people
Take the moment
True love- hugging
Good stirring- resettling
But When?
Not everyone
Will be welcoming
Words crash thundering
Everything has a sign
But when -Good luck
Entering
baking
whisking
But when is the part seeking
In a flash of an eye we will be gone
Blinking
Jul 6, 2023
Jul 6, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
The unparalleled serenity
Of a misty mountain top,
That made me stop
Right in my tracks
As I was rambling on,
With a haze of clouds surrounding
I gazed at the top.
The winds of surrender
The sounds of thunder
Had me shook
Before that first breath
That I took
With surreal beauty in front,
Of which I was always in the hunt
The desolate hilltop,
Is where I wanted to start a bonfire
The exquisite brisk of solitude
Was rather great to set the mood
Nature is very welcoming, I pondered
That is when it hit me
We are all connected,
Through some invisible wire.
We fail to see that,
Because we are all prisoners of our desires.
What a perfect recluse
to try and find my muse.
Jul 16, 2020
Jul 16, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC
802 Bun Drive
Bun drive in Woolsbury, Horshire
With its crooked sign dripping with water
A doorbell oiled and glistening with an odd feeling of warmth
As if this was done to hide all the beautiful mess underneath
Like when an eraser hides the mistakes one makes
But these mistakes should be highlighted
for they are a part of one's identity
I knocked once but nothing happened
And I thought he may not be home
Welcome I said to myself
Even without a welcome sign or mat
I just knew welcome was to be imagined in our heads
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
Why do people hear my mumbles... but never my full sentences?
Why am I never good enough for anyone or anything?
I try so hard... so hard that it hurts sometimes...
Well... most times actually.
All I ever do is try, nothing more nor less.
It's not like I'm capable of doing it anyways...
Well... I am capable... I just haven't gathered myself to commit to anything just yet.
Why is it so hard to be accepted in this world?
One day, I won't have to try anymore. I won't even have to worry about it...
Until then... I just hope to forget what "love" should be...
And believe the reality of it.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
our sisters in poetry
aren't seen on the site's pages
do you recall them
the loveliest gals
ever welcoming of heart
our Nagi and Winn
we miss their presence
they really knew how to write
and were wonderful
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
a wonderful poetess friend
I did happen upon
she has a welcoming heart
ever to don
twas fated that we became
the very best of sisterly mates
there's such a genuine nature
in her soul's sates
I speak
of a true
confidante
one who
I implicitly
trust
I speak
of a true
treasure
with qualities
that are a
must
dear Winn is an awesome
kind of gal
and I'm so thrilled having her
as my American pal
Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
his arms were like the reverse side of the pillow after a long winter day;
cold, lonely, yet somehow welcoming and extremely comforting.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Bursting pinkish white blossoms
fall in spring patterns
The air is filled with connecting one being to another
Each being is enthrolled with the heated day
Birds chirp on nature's timetable
in genetic rhythm
The new warmth envelops your body
like a true lover
Your body relaxes in each step that is taken
Spring skies vanquish the dismal grays
revealing a sunny and blue canopy with white billowing clouds
Still and at ease are your and my thoughts
as remorseful thinking is now of cheer
And the relaxed happy chattering
of outside people break the harsh-winter silence
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC