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 Mar 2023 Sabrina DLT
lua
at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with the earth
that my skin grew roots
buried myself deep into the soil
mingling with the wriggling of the worms
that each time i would breathe,
sprouts of my favourite flowers would bloom
emerging from the ground in thousands
of where i am buried

at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with the sea
swimming into the depths with the whales
dragging myself across the seafloor
kicking up sand
that my bones became coral,
my hair swaying with the anemones
my eyes lighting up in bioluminescence
like bright blue stars in an empty galaxy of water

at midnight, i dreamt
that i became one with space
crumbling into stardust and space debris,
i would orbit the moon like saturn's rings
and fling myself across the milky way
becoming one with the stars,
just as i was
many, many years ago.
 Mar 2023 Sabrina DLT
Ell R
to the disillusioned goddess––

your journey was that of a conqueror
creating an identity so vivid you lost yourself

creation in broken chains
destruction in broken bodies

see now your complacency, your hissed arrogance
all hail the goddess, crimson trailing in her wake

farewell, you disillusioned goddess,
i pray you start anew amongst the stars
a poem for virlomi, one of the few female battle school graduates.
virlomi belongs to orson scott card, from his series ender's shadow.
 Jan 2023 Sabrina DLT
Ty
I lost a friend the other day, he passed and went away,
words can not express my feelings, I dont know what to Say...
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
the words and meaning, all take away my Breath...
I will fear no evil, for thou art with me,
a prayer, A psalm, words to comfort Thee...

I lost a friend the other day, I will never be the same,
my mind full of my emotions, the love and the Pain...
A feeling within that touches on my mortality,
the knowledge that this is my Reality...
A path we all shall walk, the memories lost and sorrows,
from birth to death, all of our Tomorrows...

A space left in my heart, for all that depart,
to meet again I pray, I Lost a friend the other DaY...
Gone but not forgotten.
It's all about settling
For less,
The cake tin and juice box are
empty
So we make do
With a biscuit
And water,
And now you have
Brought him on for me
I too have to make
Some substitutions.
The rustling leaves
Will now wake me
And not your touch,
The first rays of the sun,
Giving me false hope
In the grey bleakness,
Will be the smile
I will never trace again
With my fingers.
Later, if I'm lucky,
I can take a cloudless blue sky
Instead of your beauty
And the soft evening rain on
My face and lips
Will be your whispers.
The stars of course
Will remind me of
How far away you are,
I'll settle for that.
I haven't made the anthologies and journals,
My novel won't be in
The book stores any time soon,
My songs didn't get me a recording deal,
The screenplays never graced the big screen,
And I expect if I write you a last love note
It will suffer a similar fate.
And to think I had all the same letters
As everyone else
All I had to do was jiggle them around a bit,
Arrange  them in such a way
That they might mean something
To somebody.
Sometimes in our darkest times
We are given a miracle of hope
When we want to give up
A thread to something
Comes
A light shining through
A hand reaching out
To lift us up
In the deepest darkness
We need to have faith
To believe
We should never give up
Even in our toughest times
Light will get through
Eventually
Believe
Let that faith light up the world
Lifting us to a better place
In the darkness
"Take your expression
you change regression"

© 2023 Carol Natasha Diviney
#experiential #learning #child #development #person #centred #education #de facto #de jure
I could not write a novel
My attention not that long
Just these little poems
Poetry ping pong

Emily was a recluse
Like Billionaire Bruce Wayne
I read of Chinese hermits
But I live on a street called Main

Istanbul in photos
Quite a calling sight
She and I and honesty
One flight 3 night's delights

Solamente una hora
San Francisco Zen
The Buddha sits in silence
Johnny Cash in Folsom Pen

                    Reno!
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