Submissions by Anne-Ri999
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Sculptress of words
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
Yesterday 6:48pm
Yesterday 6:48pm
Sacred- series=Sacred architect
Sometimes we are not here to act
merely to witness
holding space
even if we seek change
it is a pattern yet unknown
it is not ours
to unfold another ones journey
sometimes we are here as silence
because an outstretched hand
could formerly have been a fist
blind eyes can see the most
braille uses fingertips
we are shaken torn
triggered molten drenched
because we are
halflings
two ears eyes
one mouth
a life
alive
each distant ...
merely to witness
holding space
even if we seek change
it is a pattern yet unknown
it is not ours
to unfold another ones journey
sometimes we are here as silence
because an outstretched hand
could formerly have been a fist
blind eyes can see the most
braille uses fingertips
we are shaken torn
triggered molten drenched
because we are
halflings
two ears eyes
one mouth
a life
alive
each distant ...
#motivational
36 reads
2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
1st Feb 2025 5:18pm
how a single moment can turn into a momentum
As it often happens some people seem to only contact me during weekends.
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
Where as at times I cherish these short interactions. At the same time I can be in prolonged hibernation between music Inspiration, half writes that call me to their shores.
I ignore the painful sounds ready to plunge my phone into a forgotten pocket.
After a while I decide to have a peek or actually its called a scroll. I see the name of my brother who is a gardener, has a heart for nature ,the sea and knows about many facets of biology. He used to study names of birds insects, butterflies and...
#historical
43 reads
6 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
1st Feb 2025 7:55am
1st Feb 2025 7:55am
bening and beautiful being
aret thou human
I break the word
my world breaks not
morning red streaks pale
elven blood weeps
each day she holds the lance
I sacred anarchist
sail teared kingdoms
returning whale songs
your apocalyptic vision
slowly becomes
the lover we dont have to love
chances we didnt take
dependencies undealt with
those evil little voices
the ring is empty
liturgy escapes not
fought...
I break the word
my world breaks not
morning red streaks pale
elven blood weeps
each day she holds the lance
I sacred anarchist
sail teared kingdoms
returning whale songs
your apocalyptic vision
slowly becomes
the lover we dont have to love
chances we didnt take
dependencies undealt with
those evil little voices
the ring is empty
liturgy escapes not
fought...
#strength
47 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
31st Jan 2025 10:04am
31st Jan 2025 10:04am
Midwinter
come lend me
your ears
enter now
dream state beckons
singing ice speaks
vast open tundra
through aquatic totems
we hear cairned carcasses
clairvoyant sun sinks
honey combed tears
bleak slumber
break not this vow
where still life
of bees
began again
https://youtu.be/s6ffD5vCWBk?t=6
copyrights © Rianne 2025
your ears
enter now
dream state beckons
singing ice speaks
vast open tundra
through aquatic totems
we hear cairned carcasses
clairvoyant sun sinks
honey combed tears
bleak slumber
break not this vow
where still life
of bees
began again
https://youtu.be/s6ffD5vCWBk?t=6
copyrights © Rianne 2025
#nature
59 reads
8 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
30th Jan 2025 9:08am
30th Jan 2025 9:08am
Visualisation
#motivational
#spiritual
65 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 2:28pm
29th Jan 2025 2:28pm
Ragnarok returns
blackhole beast Surtr giants
summoning porcelain songbirds
voluptuous vespers spew
kelp robed origami oracle
where cuckoo eggs crack
wyrd whirlpool openings
billows carved from foam
rebirthing each lie
love cusp creation
copyrights © Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
summoning porcelain songbirds
voluptuous vespers spew
kelp robed origami oracle
where cuckoo eggs crack
wyrd whirlpool openings
billows carved from foam
rebirthing each lie
love cusp creation
copyrights © Rianne 2025
all rights reserved
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Jan 2025 10:13am
29th Jan 2025 10:13am
Friend and foe
within pomegranate depths
I become harvester
your world so different
from mine where
just for you
I became today
piercing through
each embroidery
cross stitching
upon each russet
elevations evolution
still caged between
flags circles crowns
crowds and crosses
sacred union has no gender
it goes beyond histories
your name will be given
at the end where all
coiled truths exist
they want to become
singers screamers
whisperers
love me, love me not ...
I become harvester
your world so different
from mine where
just for you
I became today
piercing through
each embroidery
cross stitching
upon each russet
elevations evolution
still caged between
flags circles crowns
crowds and crosses
sacred union has no gender
it goes beyond histories
your name will be given
at the end where all
coiled truths exist
they want to become
singers screamers
whisperers
love me, love me not ...
#HumanRights
#TruthOfLife
55 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
An encounter with The White rabbit, Trindada series part three
She is not a stranger.. Weather one is ready or not for her to appear. Where ever we go we seem to run into her. She slowly begets a functional meaning like the famous white rabbit in the story of Alice in wonderland. This still being one of my all time favorite classical stories. She shows us ways.
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
#travel
48 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Jan 2025 8:47am
26th Jan 2025 8:47am
He
his was
an empty verse
brought by a solitary
meaning
it was you
broken one
shining one
who showed me
my given face
returns to me
child
your sight is fading
I hold on to
each vaporizing
tone
knowing
yours is a world far brighter
deeper than all truths
now shake cosmic
snowflakes from
ardent crust
nameless one
once more lend me
this vigil shade
shake tears
from these eardrums
on this pier
I stand avian
do not...
an empty verse
brought by a solitary
meaning
it was you
broken one
shining one
who showed me
my given face
returns to me
child
your sight is fading
I hold on to
each vaporizing
tone
knowing
yours is a world far brighter
deeper than all truths
now shake cosmic
snowflakes from
ardent crust
nameless one
once more lend me
this vigil shade
shake tears
from these eardrums
on this pier
I stand avian
do not...
#LifeChangingMoment
93 reads
9 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Jan 2025 11:12am
25th Jan 2025 11:12am
through a non mythical lens, Trindada part 2
There is always an untold story, a gesture from the unknown, questions to grapple with along the quest. Some places are just built to remember, channeling all kinds of energies into one being. From jest to fool, magician, all the court cards from Tarot decks can be seen here, tricksters are often most known and seen. Anecdotes and antidotes, there is rough sand paper and there is the most subtle thinnest rice paper.
I wake up unable to know what time it is. A voice speaks, I very gently unzip one part of the window. I can see our neighbour. She sprinkles water...
I wake up unable to know what time it is. A voice speaks, I very gently unzip one part of the window. I can see our neighbour. She sprinkles water...
#travel
89 reads
10 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 6:42pm
24th Jan 2025 6:42pm
Valhalla
little red ochre box falls to the floor
my mothers watch says eleven minutes after eight
I see the breaking lid and stroke each platina layer
remembering her wearing it around her wrist
a cyclone wind will be approaching these coasts
from seven galactic sisters rain drakes spew
cylinder fingers have written petroglyphs
I fold cloth around dried rose leaf
watch it burn as I lit it
Inhaling scents
hearing hissing
haunting hammering
hindsight ...
my mothers watch says eleven minutes after eight
I see the breaking lid and stroke each platina layer
remembering her wearing it around her wrist
a cyclone wind will be approaching these coasts
from seven galactic sisters rain drakes spew
cylinder fingers have written petroglyphs
I fold cloth around dried rose leaf
watch it burn as I lit it
Inhaling scents
hearing hissing
haunting hammering
hindsight ...
#dark
#storm
65 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
24th Jan 2025 2:13pm
paper boats
We who have comets as eyes,
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
leave us our voice in these voids
do not define me
The vanishing fairies
have told me to never leave
" do not repent our frolics, "
they tell me to walk light-footed
as they dance to sea music,
beguiled by them
The vanishing fairies sit by my side
their wings surround me as I speak
Tomorrow I will polish my three-tiered tiara
adjust it while the rain falls
and I write towards that point
within all horizons
where our...
#WritingPoetry
69 reads
6 Comments
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