I Love You, At First

I Love You, At First you walked past by me wearing a dashing smilewith the sun so hot and up, but the air was coolcould it be, because of your easy-breezy presence, I was beguiled?or was it just me feeling the numbness of my senses I could drool? your smile I can’t forget and your

Your Eyes

I looked   closely steadily into your eyes wanting to see the smile of hope of love of compassion of kindness the smile that can only be seen through your eyes as your beautiful lips with perfect white teeth that used to reveal your truest emotions is now hidden, covered for how long we don’t know

I Remember You

  ’twas not so long agoI came to know youover exchange ofsmall talks and “hi” and “hello”how long has it been?I can’t even remember thenbut I remember you in dayswhen I’ve run out of things to doand my muse is in an ultimate unannounced breakI remember you over galleries of photographsand stunning images of people,

Six Feet Apart- a diamond etheree

For Kate’s Friday Fun – Social Distancing Friday Fun – social distancing Iwoke upbewildered,baffled, perplexedupon the world andbeyond, the love we knewis to hug,  touch lovinglylean in, hold and make eye contacta little bit closer builds affectionfondness, attachment, and besottednesslove, in itself, is already trickyactions, endearments, simplify ithow is love now? six feet apart?like the Hollywood

How Much More?

you lost your voice in the roaring thunder of his growing ego as you lost your consciousness under his vicious hands. how much more of that sound do you need to bear, deaf in the truth of torture and agony? you lost your mind with every scornful tone from the blast of his nasty outrage

Writing Is Creating Life

Poetry is creating life in words Here’s a helpful beginner’s guide for your first poem. Goodluck!!! If you wish to send your sample poem for me to read, please don’t hesitate and email me at poetry.by.mich@gmail.com Happy writing…

Still

eight months in isolationeight monthsand still countingit wasn’t easynever easy at all’twas scary’twas blurryit felt like standing on the edgeyou have no way to gono chance to runno place to hideno one to lean onand you are leftwith no one and nothingnothingbut the edgeso you learn to keep stillkeep stillamidst chaos and turmoilall through the

In Memory

“In Memory” in memory of the woman who screams silently the secrets of her soul may she rest in peace with her lost words and intimate beauty Coming home should be the safest thing we ever do in this life. Where we lay our heads at night should be where monsters will not reach us.

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Six Months After

“you are beautiful amidst adversaries, you are resilient amidst tragedies.” it has been over six months since I last held your hands and kissed you goodnight; it was the longest six months of our lives. others have succumbed to the tragedy, a tragedy no man would ever wish to go through. a tragedy I never