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For as long as I can remember, I was told to never judge a book by its cover. Yet I was taught the exact opposite. Every person I encountered,
By Danielle Elizabeth Andrews3 years ago in Poets
Hopelessness Hope slowly secreted, Finally depleted. Oozing from my soul, The hope that once fueled me like an everlasting coal.
With a thud the heel of my hand perseveres And the swollen window frame swings free Instantly, my senses are invigorated.
The camera lens may capture her beauty Yet it remains her steadfast confidant Never betraying the tears shed in secret. The film depicts her stature as steady, strong, and true.
Poetry begins before the first breath of life is inhaled. There was Mama’s voice and the symphony she held within; Her melody elicited my tiny thumps, kicks, and somersaults as I whirled within the fluid of life.
Has anyone else ever had their whole day disrupted by what should've been one Seemingly simple task? You see I'd just sat down to eat lunch when my phone pinged.
When the Sun dips below the horizon It does so softly On the heels of pastel-painted skies. * After the culmination of a scorching summer day,
Close your eyes. Relax. Open your mind. Allow it to wander back in time. . When you reminisce, where do you go? How far back do you rewind?
My nest is my sacred space I’ve filled it with twigs and herbs, Lined it with downy softness. It’s my special place Just for me and my tiny family.
Bitter and cold. She claims a heart, but what of a soul? Her selfish ways are out of control. . She’ll suck you in without warning.
I prefer to give life to my dreams And expel them from my fingertips Watching as they come to life on the page. ~ The reader’s imagination becomes their very stage.
Slicked back blue black hair. Icy blue eyes, mischievous. Smirking, curls his lip. Elvis. . . . Photo Credit: Truus, Bob & Jan too!
