Published in Move Me Poetry·PinnedMember-onlyThe Whistling WindInspired By Nature — Poetry1 min readPhoto by Bruno Martins on UnsplashThe Whistling WindInspired By Nature----7
Published in Scribe·PinnedMember-onlyPeriwinkle FieldsA Fictional Tale — “To follow my nose, wherever it goes.”- Toucan Sam The sound of the wind is so soothing that it could rock a baby to sleep. I sit and bask in it, over and over. It leaves for a few moments and comes back to say ‘hello again’. And I lay…Writing5 min read
Published in Scribe·23 hours agoMember-onlyNostalgiaWhat Lingers Behind… — “Just when the caterpillar thought her life was over, she began to fly.”-Anonymous It was nostalgia at its best, like the wind blowing through an empty bird’s nest. You can hear the whistling of an empty tree, that stands idle while we wait and see. It’s the changing of leaves fluttering…Writing3 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·5 days agoMember-onlyOn A Night Painted WhiteFor The Memories — There was one day, I saw moonlight that shone like a masterpiece upon the trees and in the sky. It was more than a magical sight but something so beautiful, it made fantasies fly. It was something so decadent in the ice of winter as the night stilled with hopeless regret…Poetry2 min read
Published in The Power of Poetry·6 days agoMember-onlyOn Wisps Of WonderlandA Tale Of Autumn — Poetry1 min readPhoto by Boxed Water Is Better on UnsplashOn Wisps Of WonderlandA Tale Of Autumn----1
Published in Scribe·Sep 26Member-onlyIn TwilightI Kiss A Star… — Starlight, star bright, First star I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might Have this wish I wish tonight. — Anonymous It was the magic in your eyes that set sail across the skies. You were as bright as a star by just being who you are. …Poetry3 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Sep 25Member-onlyA Trembling SkyAnd Wandering Thought — The sky trembles at the thought of losing you, If losing is a gain. I ponder the thought that if I lost the soul of my life, in that space what would remain. Is that the devil with its horns ramming me in my sternum. Trying to take the last grip…Poetry2 min read
Published in The Power of Poetry·Sep 24Member-onlySacred SensualityIn The Silence Of The Night — The silence of the night beckons to me; it runs my soul. I crawl out of the pit of darkness, and then lose all control. I can hear you calling to me, it’s swift, I can hear you buzzing in my ear. The sound of your voice is so soothing; and it’s sometimes very…Writing2 min read
Published in Scribe·Sep 20Member-onlyThe Sky, BeckoningOn Scarlet Silhouettes — Sunsets and silhouettes, when the view is as good as it gets. On the scarlet skies for the wandering eyes. That dare to wonder since it was love in disguise. The sand is soft and comforting, I walk in search for more. The view is nothing but breathtaking, what the walk was…Poetry On Medium2 min read
Published in Move Me Poetry·Sep 18Member-onlyShards Of LoveWith Tears Of Lost Dreams — Poetry1 min readPhoto by Luca on UnsplashShards Of LoveWith Tears Of Lost Dreams----3
