Japanese poetry Consisting of only 3 lines Art at its finest
Message In Stanza
Poetry and Musings
Japanese poetry Consisting of only 3 lines Art at its finest
Thrust forward To the march Mediocrity is like starch Fake and durable It’s time to let it go I pick up my sword Ready for battle Victory is like lavender It’s time to make you whole Sweet and fragrant in the grass below (C) Carly Wiggins 2018 Do you find life can be mediocre …
Great and heartfelt post by Poetic Elixir! Be sure to check out this awesome blog! 🙂 I count stars on my fingers One Two and Three Until they turn into infinity I count from zero again And reach to certain certainty I count till my fingers are tired And eyes strain with fading …
Sunshine, where is the sunshine? Why is this cloak of darkness all around me? This orb of light represents a channel of peace But where is mine? People go to and fro Their little banks of loans in their hearts Or trying to win the lotto of the soul But we have more control than we …
Am I loved? My heart was smudged Is love just an action Out of a response of connection? Or an attitude of the heart to see the best in someone? I know love is a give and take But sometimes me you forsake In the name of reputation That is honor and pride Not …
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Shards of pain Going insane I thought love was real I can’t wait until… I think differently Perfection is God While I am broken God is a good soul I wish I had control… I hope to live again My identity is stolen In a runaway car Your soul is a loud siren …
There is a rift between God and I Creator, please hear my cry I am barely hanging on Nothing feels normal anymore The devil put me in a land of bones When I fall they hurt like stones I am barely hanging on I don’t want to quench the Holy Spirit I know deep down …
We watch the night sky, safe under its lights, reading a language of the night. Our hands fumble, circle as if in orbit, landing inside each other’s magnetic field. We whisper to one another in a planet’s dialect, built by a syntax of suns, stanzas that play between solar winds and the ultraviolet, poetry of …
Yes, I will magnify the Lord Yes, my soul will reach the highest abode Yes, praise I have reaped and sowed You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the rules: Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible). Link back to this post (& …
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