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Creeping around the edge
of your logical thoughts
lurked your intuition
that did not bother with rules
poetry copyright neha 2022
Edge
Monthly Archives: March 2022
Twirl
Several twirls later,
Her winter mind rested,
Under the sunny skies,
Of spring.
Calling All Creative Minds/Poets and Artists on a Poetic Collaboration – “Happy”!
Hello Everyone~
It’s been a while since I have done one of these but thought it was a good time to do a poetic collaboration on things that make us happy. Could be a piece of toast, a beautiful day or a kind gesture…I think we need to see more of these during these times…
If you are new to my blog you can see an example of a previous collaboration via this link. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they are posted. You can post your piece in the comment, please ensure to post the actual text not just a link in order to be considered. You can post multiple times. Hateful language will not be tolerated and will be promptly removed if posted. The collaboration will be open until 10 pm MST April 30, 2022. As usual, I will start it off, and I hope many of you will join me in making this yet another beautiful collaborative effort!
And the daydreamer,
followed her dreams,
in the open roads,
of spring.
poetry copyright neha 2022
Blossoms bend their heads
in the breeze moving
through this meadow.
Hummingbirds twitter.
Sun is warm.
poetry copyright Danial Tijuana 2022
Knitting Makes Me Happy
When I have nothing else to do I sit
and knit and knit and knit all day
only getting up when its time to pray
then back again to the needles to fit
I knit for babies I knit for kids
I love to mix the colours bright
I love to knit pullovers tight
and now for the hands the mitts
I find the mind involved and away
from all stress strife and things astray
I feel happy that I have the skill to make
clothes for others to keep warm and awake
for me its a reading calculating book
I see beyond the normal outlook
I see the stars rainbows in stitches
away stays sadness magic and witches
Its good to have this as a hobby
pray count and blend happiness
stay focused on The Good Scheme
Be blessed in heart smile in the dream
poetry copyright Anjum Wasim Dar 2022
Stretched out on the lawn
bathed in warm sun
we idle with you, our travelling son
spend time on important things
laughter, love and
space to simply be
poetry copyright Kim Whysall-Hammond 2022
She adjusted my jacket collar ,
smiled a that looks better smile ,
with that simple gesture I felt happy ,
I felt loved .
poetry copyright Andy Proctor 2022
Under the moonlit sky
I saw you for the first time
I was awed for you were glowing
Like the millions of stars in the sky
But you didn’t see me then, maybe because you were crying
And I found it impossible not to approach and ask you “why”?
You turned towards me, your lips playing a sad smile
You said you wanted to fly
You said you wanted to let out a happy cry
You said you wanted to dream
However hard it may seem
But you couldn’t
You were fading away with the melancholic night
You asked me to stay, to help you dream
You extended your hand for me to take and with you, fly
But I turned away
Because my love,
I too, was fading away
Under that moonlit sky.
poetry copyright Pritha Roy 2022
The scent of a smile
Rejoicing the air
Pure moment of bliss
Thank you for the bottom
Of heart melt with
Honey precious light
poetry copyright 2022 @mariekleber37
Happiness Comes
Happiness comes in waves
like the rhythm of the sea;
Boundless energy bringing
Pure love and joy
to your every breath.
By Denise Fletcher
Morning coffee
The noise of the grass cutter.
A quiet breakfast is out.
The noise gets louder.
I cringe as I drink my coffee.
Then I get a whiff so soothing.
The smell of freshly cut grass.
The smell of coffee; its taste.
The noise fades, I enjoy my coffee.
By cepcarol
Skies
You flew,
without sound
with the wisp of the cloud,
in the crisp morning air,
against the blue skies,
forgetting all the whys
of yesterday.
Kind
And when the world
overwhelms the mind…
be kind, to your heart.
Poetry
And some days…
she mused with the skies,
Writing poetry,
in between the branches of life.
Kindness
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes you see
lies a lady
dreaming her last dream…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes,
lies a child
looking at the skies
for the first time…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a man
building his home of imagination…
Tread gently,
for behind those eyes
lies a person
whose heart was broken a million times
but they still smile
for the new day….
Tread gently,
for the world awaits…
in hope for kindness.
Spring
Quietly,
like a dream of a whisper
or was it a whisper of a dream…
you felt… the beginning
in all that was seen
you felt the breeze
whisper spring,
into all things,
with a gentle stroke of green…
quietly.
Feeling
The winter skies
did not bother
her love struck heart…
Change of latitude
was nothing,
compared to what she felt.
In response to #slamword twitter challenge.
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