My love letter to words. #poetry
For the love of ‘poetry’.
When the sadness beckons you without any warning.
When the tech takes over.
There is something special about the oceans, my soul seeks it with vengeance.
The every day fear she faces.
A quickie poem by the lazy.
What if a poem is all you have left?
I am sick of all the violence in the world.
When you are moody…
There are moments when our hearts are so open Grateful Abundant with affection Gratitude and love As if there were no bounds It would explode with warmth Happiness Those moments of absolute bliss Of wonder and rare Those we seek. In those moments, however fleeting Life is complete. Thanks for taking time to read! If you…
Days like these You want to curl up with a book and read Before the thoughts leak into your dreams Before the dawn grabs a hold of you As the words start pulling you in The world seems a bit bigger, just then As you fall asleep. ©flyingonemptythoughts Liked this? Click here…
I saw you,the flicker of your eyes and the curve of your smile at the sun, I saw your hand holding a camera Capturing the world. I felt the need for me to see this See this stranger – you – the only face in myriad of crowd I don’t have a reason or excuse to…
Molly has something to say, what could it be?
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Handwritten.” My response for prompt – “Bacteria”, I swear it’s this prompt app! Get ready for more silliness : Note: This legibility was achieved after 10 tries. The scribble is bad enough that I had to go through multiple edits to make it pretty . *big sigh*….
The mountains speak, Stories of past, Of what once was, You’ll never believe We need to get there Sit amid the green Listen,listen… Your soul seeks..
The search never ends Faith , good or bad? Open for disappointments Expectations Gives Sorrows? Happiness? and maybe strength Seeking faith In god, in life, In me? In time Once a seekers, Always a seeker.. Does it ever end? Faith Can you hold it In your palms For a rainy day The wait has begun….
Breathe in Scorching dust Search for skies Amongst the skyscrapers Find a space Find yourself. ©flyingonemptythoughts Liked this? Click here for a Random Post. Thanks for reading and keep smiling!
They don’t really want you to be yourself, do they?
When life is a black hole.