Mike A. Loyd

Joined August 2022

17 stories

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I have published one poetry book called Fully Human, am working on a second, and I have a few short stories. I also write reflective pieces on spirituality, morality, meaning, and life. My intent is to go deep into the human heart.

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The Beautiful Spirits Among Us
They are not even human, but we know all about them. They invade our space and sniff amongst our hem. They bark and bite at us,
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
The End
I felt your fate become clear and saw the lights getting low. I couldn’t take all the fear because I knew you’d have to go.
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
Seeds Of The Sacred Tree
Give your highest teaching to me. Craft me into the fruit of your sacred tree so the world may finally be at ease and cast its shroud of ignorance free.
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
The Feeling of Faith
While you were dancing along to a heavenly band, I was tossing and turning, hoping this was in your plan. I thought you were dropping me
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
Reasons For Living
Poetry is the voice of silence, the stillness that moves all things, the peaceful presence amidst violence, the heart’s hidden song when, at last, it sings.
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
The Cephalic Symphony
There’s a symphony in my head, and a rather odd one at that. It’s hastened and unruly, often sharp but sometimes flat.
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
A Moment of Bliss
Your love endures everything, so eternally triumphant and strong, like a blossom blooming in spring, I have sought you all winter long.
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
The Boy and His Bear
I. There once was a boy who had a toy bear; he liked it before everybody and didn’t even care. He liked that bear
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
Anything At All
The jagged line in the sidewalk remind me of times when we’d talk. We’d sit on the curb making up words, anything to make us laugh,
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
The Path
I woke up on a path and was greeted by my mother, and I saw the solemn faces of my father and my brother. They bravely brought me up
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
Life Is But a Dream
When I was a child, I had many dreams of unimaginable things, like fighting space monsters and riding dragons
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets
We Are Flowers
We are flowers sprouting upright, watered by rain showers and grown by light. Our seeds germinate and become more flowers,
By Mike A. Loyd3 years ago in Poets

Mike A. Loyd

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The Beautiful Spirits Among Us

The End

Seeds Of The Sacred Tree

The Feeling of Faith

Reasons For Living

The Cephalic Symphony

A Moment of Bliss

The Boy and His Bear

Anything At All

The Path

Life Is But a Dream

We Are Flowers

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