Category: Poetry

“I wish I was worthy of you. Because darling, you deserve so much more than what I have to offer.” Everything I’ve done, every choice I’ve made, and ever step I’ve taken has brought me closer to you. Though it still seems as though we are miles apart, I can’t help but wonder how things […] [...]

Don’t give up now when you are so close to seeing your dreams come true. Set no limitations for yourself; nothing is beyond your reach when you are determined to succeed. Go for it! via Morning Motivation — Author Marva Seaton

Love is a mirror, a reflection woven from my own blood and skin, an image persistent in its desire to be let in. Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019 Between the Trees UK Between the Trees US Available internationally via Love is a mirror — My Screaming Twenties

I taste every word you write tip of my tongue tantalized with your brilliance my mouth longing to kiss the poetry called you * ©MidwestFantasy July 2019 Ph-google images (Note: I haven’t been around here lately as I was taking a much needed break from social media. But I think I have my mojo finally […] [...]

https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F650498348&show_artwork=true&maxwidth=500&maxheight=750&dnt=1 Your lessons in abandonment have finally come into use as I forget each day to water the sweetpea hanging from the tree and watch it crisp beneath the sun’s heat, yellowing like teeth. I wonder if you did this too every time you dug your heels in deep and saw her before me, refusing [...]

We harvested the fruits of muddy shores, watched millions of diamond sparkles on the crests of ocean waves before we turned our eyes to space. It startled us and left us wanting to know more about what lies beyond the darkness, titillated and tempted to explore. Still we must overcome hurdles while our feet are […] [...]

I’m lost in a forest of the tallest trees, inundated with wickedly bent, sinister trunks, thicket so dense my feet can barely move, the air damp and heavy, sitting like rocks in my lungs. Swiping and slashing, I claw at the overgrowth’s sharpness, aching to lift my legs and run, grasping for vines that might […] [...]