Kate of Calmkate is up with a new and fun challenge: think of three swirdle words and put them into a poem Here are my three words: Chillax (chill/relax) Cosplay (costume/play) Shopaholic (shop/alcoholic) Drum roll, please……… Here’s my fun poem/verse using these words… Lily, the shopaholic feeling sad and melancholic gone out and chillax, toContinue reading “Lily, Aphrodite”
if crossing the longest bridge is what it takes to get me to where you are then let me begin my journey now with the hope that you’ll meet me halfway. Written for kate’s Friday fun- bridges https://aroused.blog/2019/09/07/friday-fun-bridges/
The flowers move as you sway the wind catches you to stay The bees trace your track trying to catch you back Your lovely that’s what they say your smile brightens their day Your scent makes them shiver as you walk down and ponder One day the flowers move no more the wind stoodContinue reading “Mirthless Muse -poem”
Help me find my way to get through you There are not many options I can do I am lost and I am tired It has been a long way Still, I can’t see The light Hold me Take me there To where you are now Even just for a moment, please Let meContinue reading “The Way -poem”
(Photo credit: mine) Each twist in the universe is a new experience, a change in the settings of our lives adapt and live with the change. Adjust our vision to the new pattern of life set before us. For we are, a kaleidoscope world.
Stuck In the Middle of Life’s crossroad paths What we missed; must go Least we live in the past And can’t let go; the present Is a must to live and enjoy For nobody gets closer, as future Remains a vision, when we are just stuck.
My (unusual) Poem My poems are not poetical So they cannot be magical. I write them in the afternoon Unpoetic time no stars no moon. I seldom use figures of speech My words within a grade five’s reach. My inspiration, not love But a flying dove. My poems areContinue reading “My (unusual) Poem”
Keep still amidst chaos and turmoil all through the roaring thunder and all through the rising tide rest your weary heart like an ocean easing up after a storm hush now.
Far away from you Is to be blue my dearest I wait; purple heart . Stunning photos of my garden back home; they have survived the current storm. In response to CalmKate’s Friday Foto Fun: https://arousedblog.wordpress.com/2018/09/15/friday-foto-fun-blossom/
Bleak, sad, and gloomy, It’s that little ray of light, Springs hope to our soul.