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In early morning dew,
Under velvet see through
veil.
I saw my moon
sleeping like a baby.
Dreaming of a
lazy sun
to get up soon.
To brighten this new day.

Thank You for just another day.




Shell ✨🐚
It’s  not obvious to wake up and see another day..
 Sep 2024 Aslam M
Maria Etre
Maybe my poems
have fallen on deaf ears
to a point
where
they lost
their
voice
 Sep 2024 Aslam M
Nylee
War
 Sep 2024 Aslam M
Nylee
War
Ego is feeling that I and me,
and I am my enemy.
It is so surreal and clear,
the war is ahead of me
quite against me to be.
 Sep 2024 Aslam M
CJ Sutherland
Sweater, weather
Pillows with feathers

He’s enamored she’s a beaut
Stun by her beauty, temporary mute

Falling in love
Fits like a glove

Soft down comforter covers
Perfect for young lovers

Pumpkin spice
Snuggling is nice

Flannel sheets
Cozy socks on cold feet

Warmth of a crackling fire
Family stories, while I retire

Fall asleep dreams feel my head
Wake up in the morning middle of my bed

Comfort, food ; *** roast, and beef stew
These are the winters I knew

Inspired song;

1) California Dreamin’
By The Mamas and The Papas
BLT Websters word of the day Challenge
Beaut 9-17-24
Some thing, outstanding one of a kind
A beautiful person
 Sep 2024 Aslam M
Fiona
He was a soul
crafted by Jupiter:
limitless,
wild,
and always  
searching.

I am a soul
crafted by Mars:
driven,
unforgiving,
and unyielding.

When you shunned him
for discovering
our existence
our meaning
our joys
our sorrows,
I watched
for years
and years,
a fire inside
my blazing chest.

Now, I hold the scythe
in my hand,
untouched by the flames.
I hold your fate in my hands
and watch the flames
consume you
as you await your retribution.
became slightly nervous looking up
at it


retreated to the studio
“Looking back, I’m ashamed of what I was
I’m different now, though not without flaws
Each crest becomes a trough, as we move on
God slowly steers soul towards a new dawn”

I was a dusty carpet always ignoring abuse, it was being piled
never differentiating between a real friend and an opportunist
I always made sure I gave others more then I gave myself,
my heart was always a blood bath and my soul hurt like hell
At the age of thirty six I began my journey with a therapist  
who found the little girl in me and helped her rise again  
Locked inside a suitcase at six, the world to me was closed  
I started living again, this time I became my own best friend
I learned to say no when I meant no and yes when I meant yes  
there were adjustments along the way, with family and friends
but sooner or later they came to realize I had seen a new dawn
and I wasn't going to be used as a runner for their ***** feet
God slowly steered my heart towards a wholesome love of self,  
after freeing my soul I embraced the fire and began living again.

Copyright © Mystic  Rose |2024
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