Haiku, Limerick, Poetry and Tanka
THE HOUSE WITHIN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:untrustyou ? The wind blows through the trees, ruffling the blanket of grass, striking a path through the woods. The path leads the way to the house within, to End House at Oasis. ? THE DEAD GAME
IMAGINATION
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:reddit.com ? Fantasies are ours to create. They belong in our imagination. A conduit of our thoughts. Open avenues for our imagination. Dream and enjoy the results.
A MIST
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
yama-bato Alessandro Cannistrà ? The mist follows me, greedy fingers around my neck, stalking my footsteps. It takes form and whisks me away to the tunnels below. Smoke fills my lungs. It travels down my throat, filling me with darkness and evil. THE DEAD GAME
CLEAN ME
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source:kittieheartsyou ? Clean me. Wet me. Drench me. Feel me. Touch me. Clean me.
happy tails
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
The harness fits well So many trees to check out A new neighborhood Strange pups behind chain link fence Perhaps one day they’ll be friends ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
within you and with out you
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Our reality Is based upon an outcome That we are seeking Our thoughts become our future Moments and minutes make days ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
MURDERS AND LOVERS
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
Source: 4allgoodthings ? ? Read a book by the warm fire. Moments can’t get any brighter. Let the snow fall outside. I will keep warm inside. No need to fight the drifts. I’ll stay with the misfits. The ones who prefer books that grab you with their hooks. The fire is…
joy guide
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
To be that person Chronically annoying folks With your cheerfulness Beaming joy from head to toe Flashing teeth that catch the sun ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
Both Gone
Originally posted on World of Stories:
In August 2010, life because sureal as we were faced with something couldn’t change. What made it all the more complicated was that Mum and Dad were foster parents. Living at home they had three teenagers, one of which was severly disabled and two babies under the age of…
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