Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Joined October 2020

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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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Connections
Fluid lines in cursive connecting letters in a row Seeping just beneath the surface leaving traces there, below A silhouette of wisdom
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Senses
The texture A feeling A pleasure appealing The moment Is savored The memories Remembered A touch, taste Or sensory
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Fluidity Of Beauty
* A face as smooth as porcelain with eyes dark as the night The moon asks her permission to shine on her, his light
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Seamless Transformations
I wonder if the raindrop feels its transition into a snowflake Fragile, subtle beauty forms as the warmth silently escapes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Nature’s Secrets
The sound of the water, finding its peace The soft gentle trickle, as it settles in place The call of the wind as it taps on my window
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Smoothness Of Her Touch
In a world full of perceptible projections, she is a polished pearl, composed into preserved perfection. She is a magnet, and I am steel, drawn uncontrollably into her ingratiating and inviting smile.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
A Stranger’s Sacrifice
Whitewashed, weathered tombstones laid out, perfectly aligned In tranquil fields, emerald, green, personally assigned A place of rest, kept for the fallen, for those they never met
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
The Wind At The Window
Lifetime goals; to be prepared My daddy was, my mom was scared And I acquire to make my mark Build a fire, maintain a spark
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Imabeatyass
"Alright now, that's enough." Was the start of the downward spiral. But in reality, we knew 2 tones earlier, that we were playing with fire.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Watthe
Stepping out of bed into a wet spot…watthe Pulling a hair from my mouth….Watthe Driving down a one way street, into oncoming traffic….Watthe
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Playing in the November Rain
Adventure calls me through the rain The wind gently, whispers my name Seasonal games, I just can't forget Raindrops and puddles, a goloshes magnet
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
amourlust
Hanging on, it's what she did best. Telling Mia to give up, was like lighting fire to a short, temperamental fuse, and expecting a slow burn. She didn't know the meaning of the word quit, and never understood how quickly some would reach this conclusion.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction