forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Smile – Happy Friday

Hello Everyone,

Send a smile to a stranger or loved one today…I was quite saddened by the recent news of suicides on the news…we need to share the love. Remember

” You’ll find that life is still worthwhile if you’ll just smile” – Charlie Chaplin

Here is some Friday cuteness to put a smile on your face 🙂 🙂

 

image copyright neha 2018

 

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160K+ Views, 5K+ Subscribers – Thank you!!!

Hello Everyone,

I would just like to take a moment to thank my lovely viewers and readers who have helped me cross the 160K+ viewership and 5K+ readership mark! I remember when I first started, I rejoiced at my first 100 subscribers and 1000 was a distant dream but I am so humbled and happy to have my viewership grow everyday! I am grateful to find kind, warmhearted, passionate individuals through this wonderful community, many of whom I now see as friends – THANK YOU!

Much love to all of you for your continued support!

Neha

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

 

 


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Calling all Creative Minds/Poets/Artists to a poetic collaboration – “Once more”

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

 

Hello Everyone,

As we wrap up spring and head towards summer, I thought I would do another collaboration. We all have times when we wish for one more moment, one more second, one more song, just once more and this collaboration is on that theme. If you haven’t participated in any of my previous collaborations before, you can see an example 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 June 30, 2018. As usual, I will start it off, and I hope many of you will join me in making this yet another beautiful collaborative effort!

 

When the moon hangs low,
And you let go,
of the restraints in the heart…
finding magic,
in the distant glow
of the stars,
lost in nostalgia, once more.

poetry copyright neha 2018 – forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com

 

flickering candle
glow

slow night
go

.

sight

poetry copyright danialtijuana.wordpress.com

 

 

Rediscovering love.

Hold me closer once again,
gently wrapped in your embrace,
under the starry sky
where once we stood
enchanted by the playful tunes of spring music
and the soulful rhythm of oceanic waves.
Let’s once again,
delve into the rhymes of oneness and warmth,
for in poetry we will rediscover
the lost fragments of our love —  
a love that is sealed for eternity. 

Copyright © SN (Literature and Art) shrutyn.wordpress.com

 

 

Rays of sunlight
Kiss the mountains below
Spring says, “follow me”
Has summer, in tow

Warmer days ahead
Once more, we sigh
As the season changes
In the blink of an eye

©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved – https://dorindaduclos.com

 

 

When there is plenty of time
Who cares about a minute
But how precious is a single moment
An embrace
Another touch of a hand
Only one more kiss
When the one you love is out of sight
And there is plenty of time
Between the both of you

erikakind.me

 

 

What can I say?

Looks like it was the best decision I ever made

To be with you

To share my happiness with you

And also my sadness

I never knew I could be this happy

When there was a time darkness was the only thing

I was able to see

You came into the darkness

With hope in your eyes

And the belief I never had

You went through the darkness for me

You did everything to keep me happy

And you won

You changed my life

In words I cannot describe

Our bond gets stronger

Day by day

My love for you doubles

And so does trust

I’m so glad you came into my life

Your presence has that soothing,calm feeling, that only a home has.

I can’t get enough of you

I want to love you inside out

I cannot imagine being away from you

I now understand what poets wrote in their poems

What actors tried to do in the love stories

I understand

I understand everything now.

 

The loss

Why?

Why is the world so unfair

Just when everything was falling into place,

Just when I was about to do something right,

Just when my mind was going to believe

That world is a good place after all,

It broke.

My heart broke.

My hopes were gone.

My dreams were shattered..

My mind has now turned into a dark place,

No sunshine

No hopes for a better future.

Only a demon inside.

Spreading his arms

It’s embracing my heart

Which once had a tiny ray of hope

But this hope was gone,

Was vanished

At the blink of an eye,

Because he touched it.

It’s a cruel place,

Making cruel actions

Not anyone else’s loss,

But mine.

Only mine.

It will be forever be mine

The loss.

The loss.

http://screble.wordpress.com

 

 

 

I’d like to hold on
This moment
When you wake up and smile
When your skin touch my skin
When your sleepy eyes find it hard
To adjust to daylight
When you rest between my arms
Peaceful, serene and calm
I’d like to hold on
These precious minutes
Mother and son bonding time

poetry copyright mahshiandmarshmallow.wordpress.com

 

 

I blow you a kiss
into the dream ridden mist
caressing the touch
we share no more

Tears tease my lips
as your soul takes a sip
my bleeding heart overflows
Together, once more

poetry copyright amberangst

 

 

What About Me?

She’s smart, she’s fair, she’s pretty,
But what about me?

She’s handy, she’s skillful, she’s artsy,
But what about me?

She’s perfect, she has it all,
Never would you ever see her fall.

But what about me?
What about me?

What about the girl who barely sleeps?
The one who in silence cries and weeps?

Fakes a smile, a giggle, a laugh,
Every day living her life a bluff.

Underneath that mask a broken soul cries,
Help me, save me, I don’t want to die!

Despite so upon her words she chocked,
Letter per letter she stumbled yet bellowed.

Gasped for air, failed to respire,
Drowning in water, burning in fire.

Her plea for mercy was left disregarded,
Concealed beneath a cloak, remained undetected.

Overshadowed by the smart, the perfect, the pretty,
Left with a question on her lips, what about me?

poetry copyright –https://immyyzz.wordpress.com

 

 

When you bath in that silvery moonlight
it slowly imbues you
with its ambrosial touch
so divine
when all the pain and anguish
get stripped off from your soul
you are again born as nubile
once more

poetry copyright meghasworldsite.wordpress.com


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‘Why Do You Create?’ Read the responses from these amazing bloggers!

 

“You can’t use up creativity. The more you use, the more you have.” 
― Maya Angelou

 

image copyright neha 2018

 

 

Why do I create? Because I have no choice–writing is the fuel. It jumpstarts me, relieves me, allows me to grow, and keeps me afloat. It keeps me connected spiritually and mentally. It gives me the opportunity to express myself in written form with the words will not flow freely from my mouth. I create because it’s in my blood, because it is my life force, because I cannot see myself doing anything else expressively.

 

Because the ideas have to go somewhere…or I’d burst 🙂

I create (write and draw) because those efforts can be exactly what my heart and imagination want. In other capacities, the look and feel of my writing are dictated by others, but when I create on my own, I can be the artist/editor. Plus, I live in a house with white walls. I have to get the colors out somewhere.

 

I am very passionate about preserving history – especially military history. I’ve visited many battlefields and when I do, I’m always struck by how many people were lost in that one spot. Real people like you and me, each one with real lives and real stories. I’m sure they would want to be remembered, so I do my best to bring some attention to it by writing historical fiction, and providing people a way to connect to and experience that history through characters’ perspectives. It’s something that’s bigger than me and don’t think I could stop even if I wanted!

 

It is one of the many things I have stumbled across. Today I’m busy, but one glass of wine, and it comes out, without it staying here… but eventually it seeks a place to grow. Nice thread.

 

I write and create so that people can see something they have never seen before.

It allows my body mind & soul to center onto the page. Freeing myself of self , truly necessary for peace of mind.

 

I suppose you could say I create, but it really is the Spirit of God that moves me to write my poetry and songs. I don;t write unless He gives me something to write. I do it because He has asked me to, and because I know it is the ministry He has me in during my cancer recovery. He has been so merciful to me!

 

I create to inspire and entertain. I want people to find something they can relate to or something that brings a smile or laugh to their day. Thank you, Neha!

 

I think, therefor, I… oops, that’s been used before. I breath, therefore I create. Better. For I can stop creating about as easily as I can stop breathing, and it would most likely have the same effect on me if I stopped either for too long 😉

 

I do acrylics on canvas, that was the best way i felt i could express. Eventually i started feeling the urge to write what i imagined in that. So that’s what i do now. I paint and write poetry on my painting. Sometimes i write poetry first and paint something that goes with it based on my imagination.

I write because it’s what makes me feel alive. It feels like what I was born to do. A wise rocker once said “my heart is like an open highway.” That is exactly how it feels when I’m creating a whole new thing on the page.

 

I write from my heart Neha and when I feel I have something to say. It’s my way of expressing myself. I’ve also recently begun sharing my music here which is something else that fuels my creativity. It’s my passion, both my writing and my music, and I’ve realised that it’s also like a legacy. I want to make a difference and give something back. It’s what I want to leave the world when I’m no longer here. Hopefully, more so than just photos, my kids and family and those who know me can look back and see who I was through what I’ve created and left behind. ❤

 

Self expression, self discovery, to be understood, to be part of a community of makers…

 

I write because it’s therapeutic and my body craves creating like oxygen 🙂

Writing is like second nature to me. It feels like breathing. It’s a heart to heart connection, a sacred communion with God and the essence of life, a way to share my feelings, emotions, to inspire others.

 

My writing explodes from my mind and fingertips. Im compelled to write.

 

I love writing because I’m creating art with words. I’ve never been much of a painter, drawer, etc, and when I found writing I fell in love. I take a lot of my bad (and good) experiences and turn them into poems. A lot of things I can’t say in a normal way or talk about, I turn into a big metaphor and use it as a poem. I love the release writing gives me. I love feeling like I’m creating an art that every person can see differently.

I photograph from some inner drive. It started with traveling the country and wanting to share the beauty. Now when I see beauty, I feel the need to capture a slice and share! Then writing helps reinforce the feelings and sharing via blogging is a great way to both share and connect to a larger community.

I create to feel alive, to express myself, and to try and share the light and love within me. 😊❤

I write so I can sleep at night. I write so I can try to sort of maintain some level of sanity in an entirely insane world. Writing is the step I take back from the edge of the cliff. A blank page is better than any therapist, and its much more exhaling than creating.

i write cause i dont talk much. all the thoughts and expressions i am only able to let loose in my blogs….just started actually, and also to cope with 11th grade (its a torture)

 

It keeps me sane…that is why I create…it helps my mental health.

Although I have separated my writing, this blog I writ spiritual pieces in my tinaaltman.com I share verse which come to me during my struggles with depression, anxiety and ptsd…if I didnt write about it I feel I would be very unwell so its like medicine for me.

I have always imagined, and I suppose I must have wanted a record of my imagining? As a child I wrote stories and got immense pleasure from the act of writing. This stayed with me. I am most absorbed when I am writing. Gardening is a less intensely focused form of creating, but gives me equal, if not more, pleasure. I suppose gardening is a less exposing form of creativity.

 

I love using unusual colours to create expressive animal paintings that help to support wildlife conservation projects and animal welfare initiatives. Fun with purpose! How could I not create?!

 

Over the years, I’ve been the recepient of many acts of kindness and generosity. I’ve also observed ordinary folk stepping up to make a difference in the lives of others. I hope I’ve done some good. So I’ve started writing about Acts of Kindness to thank these unsung everyday heroes. I wish I’d kept a journal so I could recall more but I’ll poking at the old memory bank 😄

 

Drawing is the only thing that brings me peace of mind in a stressful life. The blog has brought me into contact with kindred spirits who I regard as family.

 

The most obvious answer is that I create because I don’t have a choice. It’s a part of me I cannot deny. But the more complicated answer is that it allows me to express something I can’t express any other way. I write because it gives me a sense of fulfilment, it’s therapy, it’s a challenge, it’s a release. I like the feeling of making something that no one else could have made, to have created something out of nothing. I can’t imagine my life without writing.

 

I see each of my creations (stories and poems) as a mother sees her child. They will be the traces of me that will be left in this world forever!

 

Because it was an introduction to public writing. I learned that creativity is infinite, you just have to tune in to the vibe that get your juices flowing (different types of music equate to various moods and types of writing). Being new to writing, I also learned that the emotions extend through the pen, which can be very liberating when done with grace. You have to laugh at yourself and life a lot, or you are stuck on something that needs releasing. Thank you to those that “discover” me.

I create to tap into my Deep Beauty within me that fills me with indescribable JOY. Using the Talents I was given gives me such pleasure. It is also THE means to show whoever views my work my Heart and Soul. My Gifts free me to soar, to fly, to merge with profound Satisfaction. This is who I am, Neha. My Gifts show the world who I am. I couldn’t stop this Flow within me even if I tried. I feel cleansed somehow many times when I finish something I began creating. And to be able to share this ME with others, is a great privilege!! 🌸🌸🌸

 

I write/blog firstly for mindfulness. I’ve been soul-searching during the last couple of years and through counselling came to realise I’d rarely taken time out of my day for me. Just me. I’d done things for the family, for friends, for parents.
Now I am doing something just for me.
Discovering new people – like you!
Communicating with them too – like now!
Have a great week and if you live in the UK, stay warm and free of snowdrifts❄

 

Why do I create or write or what inspires me to be who I am; is God, Jesus, their Spirit that binds them All. Here is My Wish to You !!

Wishes

I wish you more joy,
than sorrow, one can give.

More love than,
your heart can confine.

More laughter,
than tears.

More courage,
than fears.

More memories,
than any precious stones.

I wish you more sunshine,
than darkness or shadows.

More comfort than,
trouble or pain.

More grace than,
gratitude needed.

And more days filled,
with rainbows than showers.

My Wish To You!

Copyrights© | Creative Essence’s Creative Writing™|
William P. Darnell Sr. | All Rights Reserved |
The moral right of the author has been asserted |
Year Posted 2004

 

The reason I create is to inspire but also to make a part of my inner self visible. In sharing a part of myself I hope to inspire others to share a part of themselves and therefore fill their lives with the beautiful meaning they brought here.

I always had a spiritual connection with God and His love, and he inspires me to always create! People who know the creator, are blessed with that spirit of creation, to lift and inspire always. That is my gift from Him…and with that creative spirit within…it is a healing blessing to me every day. Your idea inspires. Hugs and blessings to you and your family!

All I Think Of

Where my treasure
lies so deep within
is the only place
where one will find
You

In my blissful dreams
where I silently wait
deep in my sleep are
You held so true.

In my awakened state
where my mind does
paint, perfect images
of the lovely things
You do.

One will always find
the secret of my hearts
love, finding each day
all I think of Lord, is You.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I write because God gave me the awesome gift of creativity and I feel He gave me that gift for a reason. Also, if I had to hold all my ideas inside my head, my poor brain would explode.

 

I write only what God gives me, and He has asked me to share it with everyone I can. It’s a pleasure to hear everyone’s comments. And its a joy to share with others what God so freely gives me.

 

It is seeing the finished product that makes me proud


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Question – Why do you create (write/ take pictures/ draw/ cook)?

Hello Everyone,

I thought I would do an engagement exercise and learn more about my wonderful blogging community…I would like to know, Why do you create? Whether it’s a piece of writing or an art work…whether it’s waiting for hours for that perfect picture or mastering the perfect recipe…

Why do you create? Would love to read your comments and might add the most liked comment to the post ! Hope to hear from all of you! This exercise will be open until the end of February!

 

Thank you!

 

Neha


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Poetic Collaboration “On The Way” Reminder…All Creative Minds Welcome!

Thank you to everyone who have participated in the collaboration so far, this is just a reminder to those who still wish to participate. You can click here for the details: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2017/11/11/calling-all-creative-minds-poets-artists-to-a-poetic-collaboration-on-the-way/

 

Please note to make your contributions in the original post in the comment section. Collaboration is open until December 11, 2017!

 

Thank you all and have a wonderful week!

 

Neha


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Calling all Creative Minds/Poets/Artists to a poetic collaboration – “On The Way”

image copyright neha 2017

 

Hello Everyone,

I invite you all to my brand new poetic collaboration, On The Way.  You can write anything that is inspired by the prompt, I am only accepting new poetry at this time. Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until December 11, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!

 

She stumbled on sunshine
that peeked through grey clouds,
on the way home.

poetry by Neha
forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com

 

 

Following the path
I knew I was on the way
Toward better days

poetry by Dorinda Duclos
dorindaduclos.com

 

 

On the way
to a better life
she found herself

By Denise Fletcher © 2017

 

 

I dashed through dandelions
Scattering seeds, to dainty fall
Each a wish; wanting them all

poetry by Diana
korlaet.wordpress.com

 

 

Sometimes you’re leaving
In order to find the way
That’s leading you home

Poetry by Erika Kind
erikakind.me

 

 

on the way down
dandelions and daisies
distracted David’s day

Poetry by Brad V
writingtofreedom.wordpress.com

 

 

On the way to something so beautiful
He stopped and took her by the hand
And they continued on together

poetry by Sylvester
syl65.wordpress.com

 

 

surrendering all
these human shells transforming
diaphanous wings
flying in the massive sky
towards heaven’s pristine gates
distant tolling of church bells

poetry by Dorna Hainds
Madasahatter572.wordpress.com

 

 

Words sometimes get lost,
on the way from Creativity,
the Destinations get crossed,
as Inspiration is quite finicky,
but Poetry always gets the best,
maybe Fantasy, and Passion, too;
yet Lyrics, and Fiction take the rest,
leaving Bloggers to make do,
with whatever scraps they can find,
to get published by the deadline,
and I’m left wanting more,
I know my writing isn’t Pure,
it’s tainted with Pain and Misery,
from a bloody Bitter history,
Darkness, Agony, and Woe,
follow me wherever I go,
but it seems along the way,
Hope and Resilience,
decided to stay,
which makes a difference,
words are harder to find in the Light,
Happiness and Joy jumble my thoughts,
and I often find I miss the Night,
for there, words are never at a loss,
on the way from a freshly Broken heart,
their structure alone can rip you apart,
when they’re spewed from lips of Rage,
the heat and fire burns down the stage,
the audience gives standing Ovations,
yet they’re so Impatient,
demanding an encore,
and I become a desperate whore,
Lost between Pain and Love…

Poetry by Grabbety Covens
grabbetycovens.wordpress.com

 

 

 

On Being A Soldier

A neophyte he was commissioned

In the elite forces

The glamour and glistening,

The perfect touch of the olive green

Was all so beckoning…

Little did he foresee

A cruel distortion of the valley;
A violent paradise!

After being on the qui vive

Amongst nameless faces

Garbed in camouflage battle fatigues

Watching the crowd gingerly

For hours together…

Fighting off the monotony

With vacant eyes,

Plastic expressions

And abandoned thoughts

That old confident strut and swagger

Has returned.

Poetry By Ranjeeta Nath Ghai
https://atrangizindagieksafar.com/

 

 

Wait for Me

On the way,
memories lunged
from dark corners.
I fought that fight with my heart –
and on the way
I set free brooding angels willing to leave
the darkness’ sticky hold –
and I
saw the light shine on you,
I cried when you basked in its hope
and new possibilites –
but you didn’t know I could see.
On the way,
when daylight rained down and howling,
treacherous gales forced their way –
I endured them.
From now on we will decide
where the leaves
will fall, and if the sun comes again,
it will shine where we say –
then it will always shine, on the way…
to you.

 

Poetry by Anita Lubesh
https://writingasitcomes.wordpress.com

 

 

 

A Poem is like a walk
A walk inside my mind
In all its nooks and crannies
where I’m storing the sunshine

Every time I revisit a corner
a drop of creativity falls through
The brilliant thought paves the ways
and the words show me the way through

The stroll through the darkest thoughts and feelings are too scary
Everyone wishes to skip the way
Not the face the way the way it is

The path has its twists and turns
It is easy to get lost in them
Delightful as it may sound
Hurt, pain, and anxiety are quietly taking shelter here

A burst of happiness and joy will sometimes pop up
Gives you the relief and strength to make the journey
Pluck a smile here and there
And make your life a little perky.

As exhilarating as it may sound
Be warned before you want to restart
Are you ready to relive
all the hurt and pain of the past

A walk in my mind is not so easy as it seems
It allures you to enter without the feeling of being seen.

Poetry by Megha
https://meghasworldsite.wordpress.com/2017/09/19/what-is-a-poem/

 

 

 

On the way
I found myself
I had lost myself
On the way
Yet when I found
Myselfe again
I was renewed
Transformed
Better than before
Because sometimes
When we lose oursleves
We learn our way
Again
As we are on the way
Then
When we find ourslevs
We are better
Because we gained
Wisdom and understanding
On the way

Poetry by Pete Gardner
(petertgardner.wordpress.com)

 

 

 

Somewhere on the way
between heaven and earth
where life forces are shaped
and destinies intertwined,
two souls prepared for a mix
of earth, wind and fire,
bursting into a crimson helix
that would become a love
pure and untainted,
Carefully stored away, it waited
ready to be activated when eyes met
and an unspoken unbreakable bond
began to suddenly take shape.

Poetry by https://thoughtsparkweb.wordpress.com/

 

 

On the way to my centre,

I skimmed the journey, retrospectively,

Witnessed all too late,

The many dimensions I had yet to see

Leaked my identity 

Through black on white,

The only language I speak.

Semantics, connotations of my poetry

Underscores and solidi, mark how I,

Identify, mark, group and divide

The makings of my golden mind

There’s the world, how I understand it

Then everything else, in no particular order

On the way, to unravelling me

Their misstep was assuming what they see

Comes from what I write, these are words

That bear shape in thought form, 

Incising and making themselves known

Naturally, through this platform, put simply

What you read is a memory

Stirred in a dish as I wish,

I’ve written, been writing, will write

Tremor-inducing pieces

On the way to making infinity

Finite.

– Original-Dante ©2017
originaldante.wordpress.com

 

 

On the road
The dotted white line
Stretches ahead forever

Poetry by Ana Daksina
timelessclassics.wordpress.com

 

 

 

Sun knows who deserve to have the shadow and who don’t…

Poetry by: regzkaru.wordpress.com

 

 

The words free fall into the abysses of time
Each a mark of love, life, passion strife.
Yours and mine.

Poetry by: Komal Gupta@tejaswiniaura

tejaswiniaura.wordpress.com

 

 

 

On the way
To another day
Distracted by
Words at play
I wonder why
On the way
A new sunrises
The wise advises
Nothing new
But still so true
On the way
We make friends
It depends
On definition
Gained by repetition
On the way

Michael Romani on behalf of
https://alohapromisesforever.com/

 

 

 

On the way
From here to there
I went astray
Where the path
Branched
Following a thought
That led to a question
That invited exploration
That took me down paths
That carried me further
And further away
From where I meant
To be.
I got lost
On the way there
And found
Myself in
Another here.

copyright Margaret Mair, December 2017
Blog: https://mairimages.wordpress.com/interesting-things/