Here is a little ode for the very lovely Brindha who leaves such wonderful comments. :)
Bright beauty she shines,
Rich in her souls eyes,
New passion does rise,
Divine in disguise.
Her magical worth,
An Angel on Earth.
Lamo The Lion 2018
She is mysterious. Her ways are timeless, her soul ancient. Her eyes flicker with love, her embrace complete with understanding. Timeless and ancient...mysterious.
I don’t need to understand her.
She is always...her.
In the bitter cold
My bated breaths
Longing for a love
Like winter has
With the snow
As she blankets the lands
The beauty of her art
By a field
Of vibrant wildflowers
By the love
That spring has
For the rain. JD
*A Work Of Art*
#BatedBreaths #DecemberFalls #PoetryChallenge
#LoveLikeWinter #DecemberFields #WritingPrompts
Discover yourself, again.
Look at yourself, your likes, your dislikes, your fears, your pet peeves, your thoughts, your words, your hopes, your dreams, your actions and all the things that makes you who you are.
Get to know yourself, dear.
See that stamp? Be brave - do yourself a favour & discover yourself.
When you stop expecting
Everything seems to look beautiful
Because you start to see things
The way they are
And not through a filter of your own
...Beauty is in everything do not hide it from your eyes by the norms and standards set by the world so meaninglessly...
Durante mucho tiempo la sociedad siempre ha tenido una idea errónea de belleza , diciendo que la belleza se basa en ser delgado , tener un cuerpo operado o que solo la belleza es el físico , la belleza es amarse a sí mismo , es por la forma en que te comportas , por tus sentimientos, por cómo se iluminan tus ojos al ver algo que amas y al ver lo hermoso que eres tú mismo , sin necesidad de cirugías o haciendo dietas , la belleza física conlleva muchos parámetros los cuales representan las mujeres curvy o gorditas como algunos dicen , una mujer con estrias, con cicatrices , con celulitis , manchas , etc , ellas son muestra de la belleza y sensualidad humana y real , no solo por su cuerpo , ta...
I think my fear
Of not living
Has always been greater
Than my fear
My fear of failure
Less, than the fear
Of not trying.
In the light
Of her own darkness
And that of the night's
The restless rain
Belittling her strength
As do they
Who sit in judgment
Because she exists
So she alone
Must come to terms
With their poured out torment
Without letting it
Define her. JD
#CrescentMoon #PouredOut #RestlessRain #ChallengesWomenFace
I am so in awe of her beauty....
Her heart beats through every bird chirping, every leaf that sways in the wind, every creek that run through her...
Feel the forest floor beneath you.
Do You feel her?? Do you feel her vibrations?
She speaks to us....
Are you listening??
Her soul intertwines with ours....
Funny as it may sound, but buying cigarettes can teach you some lessons. No, I'm not talking about cancer or how tobacco can make you go blind. I'm talking about retrospection while talking to the woman who owns the convenience store where you buy your poison from.
I realised it isn't the tobacco I'm addicted to because I still had a few cigarettes left when I last visited the store. It's the conversation I have with her that's my poison.
“I am flying! “, she screamed.
She was free. Therefore she knew that the world would be the perfect playground.
Smart. Beautiful. Independent.
She was everything she always wanted to be.
A woman standing in her own truth.
The love of my life is such a beautiful thing to say wile looking at your face on this cold snowy winter day. I have met so many people in this life. Some have come and some has gone. I never knew what I truly needed tho. I ran day after day in a direction that was unknown to me but there you were at the end of it. Waiting for the love of your life. Hello I said as i got to enjoy your smile. The first of many to come.
*Together. . .*
Look into my eyes, What do you see?
Happiness unbridled, joy that can fill all the seas.
It doesn't have to be pretty.
It doesn't have to be beautiful
All that matters is that we're happy,
And that we are joyful.
It doesn't have to be glamorous.
Nor does it have to be a spectacle.
All that matters is that I'm yours.
And together we will pull through.
Never doubt these words, not a single bit.
Cause Baby with you at my side, the world is at our feet.
At the end of the day,
All that matters is the smile on your face,
The fruits that we've made,
And the promise, of your stay.
My Feeling in Poetry....
Ae hawa ja tu usko chu kar aa.....
Wo kaisi hai muje chupke se bata....
tu dhere se jaa k usko mera paigam bata....
ki yaad karta hu mai aaj bhi usay ye usko yakeen dila....
Ae hawa jaa tu usko chu kar aa....
wo kaisi hai jara muje uska hal bata....
Tu uske gaalo ko dhere se touch karke aa....
uske chehre se uske balo ko hata....
tu behti hui jaa or uski meethi se khushbu mere liye laa....
ae hawa jaa tu usko mera ye hal bata....
ki yaado me dil maayus rehta hai aaj bhi uske bina....
Ae hawa jaa tu usko chu kar aa....
wo khush to hai na mere bina muje ye bata.....
Jaa tu uski ungliyo k beech se guzar jaa....
kabhi pakda tha maine uska hath jaake uske ye bata....
I discover fall
Like a breathless vacuum, I
Absorb her beauty.
*Take It All In*
Sometimes a daybreak
I find myself mourning moons
That I never knew
On other mornings
I look much deeper and see
Our moon, still she clings.
Sometimes, we long for that which we have never even known. Other times, we catch a glimpse of what we once did, even when, by all reason, it should be gone. Either can be painful, but both can also be beautiful, if we look at them in the right light. Take the time - look deep - see the beauty #BeThankful #BeBlessed #Beauty
Background image of a Missouri sunrise courtesy of @_pain_redefined_ on Instagram
#MourningMoons #PennyForNovemberThoughts18 #WritingPrompts