Enter at your own risk
You can find pleasure
You can find sorrow
It depends on your mindset
Enter at your own risk
The forest freshness
Can bring relief
But can also aggravate your feelings
Enter at your own risk
Each step counts
To be happy again or
To sustain the distress
Enter at your own risk
It’s up to you!
in your hands, please hold it tight
believe your mind will take flight
the love exhales discover
allows your senses to hover
Could you guess the subject in this poem?
winter darkness
gifts us with short days and long nights
winter darkness
an explosion of vast kindness
luminous as the northern lights
brings us joy and lights up our sights
winter darkness
Joining W3 – Rondelet poem
Pause
Breathe in
And breathe out
Blank pages wait
symphony of dreams
giving form to the notes
your faithful treasured freedom
jotting down the impossible
Smoothly guiding the pen through the lines
"Pause, breathe in and breathe out, blank pages wait"
Joining David’s W3 prompt:
Bonded together through the roots
Outwards distinct reflections
No men power can untie them
Devoted bonds are forever
W3 – Bond – Acrostic poem
leaves' exquisite glow
the night quickly approaches
strength of letting go
a cue for today's fading
for hope of tomorrow's dreams
A tanka for W3 prompt – strength
Sixty-four
A number, a message,
Since the start
A breath and wisdom
Unexpectedly
Showing up, erasing the darkness
Harmony and peace
Self-determination
Number of squares in a chessboard
For the game players
Number of nucleotides in the genome
For the scientists
Some say it’s God’s number
Since the Tower of Babel
To I Ching
Present in many mystical things
Bringing light to the unknown
The W3 prompt this week is by Sheila
The number 64 has always been special to me. When I saw Sheila asked for a poem with 64 words I decided to write about the number 64 per si.
This number is present in many natural, mystical and scientific fields. I’ve pointed out some of them in my poem. Hope you enjoy it!
Peacing my thoughts
Before the world darks
I forwarded myself into the light
Believing that magic still exits
I hearted my feelings
For a few minutes
The golden possibled my being
Magnetically
I listened to my intuition
And didn’t science my soul
I let go of expectations
I was sevening again
Joining Moonwashed Musings – the prompt is Magnetic
AND
Joining W3 poetry challenge, Melissa‘s prompt is below. The words I’ve chosen are in italics in my poem.
Verb: a word used to describe an action, state, or occurrence, and forming the main part of the predicate of a sentence, such as hear, become, happen.
| about | herself | peace |
| because | high | possible |
| camera | how | science |
| car | industry | seven |
| dark | itself | six |
| despite | late | south |
| entire | machine | speech |
| foot | money | toward |
| former | nice | two |
| heart | other | yes |
Pretend
The world is still spinning
The laugh is loud and the joy never ends
Pretend you are the same
Tomorrow never comes
The feelings are stagnated
Pretend until the truth shows its face
And the world ends
Joining Moonwashed Musing’s prompt – Pretend
Starting a new life
Precious moments are always remembered
Resilience
Instigated by curiosity
Never look back
Give yourself a chance
Sun, sea, and sand
Unforgettable moments
Memories of freedom
Memories of joy
Excitation and whispers
Recreating dreams
Falling
Apart, melancholy
Letting go of the faith
Leading you to the abysm
Wonderland
Investing in yourself
Never gives up
The transition is short
Eternal hope
Releasing guilt
Tea & Paper 