Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
I Bid Adieu
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source: adrenaline ? ? He stands frozen before me. A vision too hard to see. My love is ice cold to the touch. I’ve missed him so very much. Who did this to him? It’s a deadly sin. Someone will surely pay for this tonight at the party for a vampire’s…
CHIRPS OF JOY
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
squaredreality Yosemite valley by kmm625 ? CHIRPS OF JOY ? Mountains reach for the sky, Arms reaching so high. White cotton balls drifting by On a Cerulean sigh. ? The cold air hits my face As I pick up my pace. I must get home soon post haste Before my nest…
FAR FROM THE MADDING CROWD
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? A walk down the street. Fragrances so sweet. White cobblestones line the way. Here is where I want to stay. Away from the madding crowd. A place where I can be proud. This will be my home. I don’t need a phone. All I need is a soft bed…
THE END IS NEAR
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
THE END IS NEAR “Life goes on, But how can I?” Lost in her suffering in a town of despair, Linda knows not how to release herself from here. She gazes out at the big bright moon, Knowing full well what it will bring soon. “Please save us from the…
TALK IS CHEAP
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:lepetitchatblanc ? ? Talk is cheap. Words are weak. Action has worth. Action speaks louder.
A WISH
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:boy-so-pale ? ? In the heart of darkness. In the midst of sorrow. In the angst of despair. Lies a bright light. A ray of sunshine. A dream for better times. A wish for the future. ?
OPEN THE DOOR
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? “Should we knock on the door? Is the house deserted? Where is the party?” They knock. They open the door and enter. This was their first mistake. THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
ARE WE EVER ALONE?
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
World of Darkness ? Are we ever alone? Do we carry with us the spirits of the past; the loved ones who have passed? I can feel them and sometimes see them. Can you? ?
Silence might be a shout for the truth.
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
via Silence might be a shout for the truth. ? Silence might be a shout for the truth. May2 ? ? “Silence might be a shout for the truth. It might be the speech that someday, in its truest, most uncontaminated, unadulterated state, all will be revealed.” ― Criss Jami
divinity incarnate
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Most beautiful soul You are appreciated Because you exist You were created to share Your glorious gifts, freely Oh, delightful child Granted special energy To fuel your life To ignite your passion’s spark To fill the sky with your light Thank you, blessed one Your innocence captivates Curiosity drives…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 