Tag Archive | Tears
THE ICE HOUSE
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
? ? ? The dance floor is full. The guests twirl between statues. Sad expressions etched into faces. Tears flow down frosty cheeks. An undercurrent of evil lies beneath the music and gaiety. Time to leave the perfect guests and the frozen smiles. Time to escape if one can. THE DEAD…
MY EYES HAVE SEEN
Originally posted on SUSANNE LEIST:
twenty1-grams Wrzaski. by narva on DeviantArt ? ? I’ve seen what I should’ve have seen. My eyes won’t close for sleep. My heart refuses to stop racing. My tears have dried up. My blood boils hot and steamy. I’m lost in this world. I’ll soon be one with the next.…
inner spring
Originally posted on Annette Rochelle Aben:
Tears are the heart’s way To show us emotions depths Rise to the surface Setting free our intense pain Liquid rainbows of our joys ©2018 Annette Rochelle Aben
#STRONG #WOMEN – LOVE THEM – BE THEM
Originally posted on Author P.S. Bartlett:
By keeping their lives in order this means getting up, dressing up and showing up for life. That includes going to work, caring for your children and your home and paying the bills. Doing all of this keeps you in charge of the things that are within your…
One Single Moment
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Promises Broken Sifting memories for the good times past Glimpsing images as they blur by so fast Truth shatters the stillness as they focus Grieving for a future that could never be Running down this street to nowhere You said you would always be there But the lies…
Running Out of Time
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Faces and Places Watching strange faces Sitting in strange spaces Longing to belong Learning to sing their song Searching for choices Hearing many voices With tears running rife Pretending it’s real life Living out of pace Being in the wrong place Feeling past my prime And running out…
Micro-Poetry
Originally posted on A Blog Less Traveled:
Below are several short poems or micro-poetry that I originally shared on Twitter. Some changes have been made along with a few additions. Each piece was written on its own and are therefore unconnected, each can stand alone. Darkness weeps from loneliness The sound of silence frightens Shadows linger…
Viv Drewa - The Owl Lady 