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JusTim_
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 5:29pm
8th Nov 2020 5:29pm
a peaceful ride
life threads past the foliage
and i submerged ride on by
red faded
against the backdrop of blue
I stop spinning and stare
caressing the bed upon the ground
her chill invigorating
true scent of restful coming thru
i picture, in this moment,
movement
of more than just the leaves
dancing before me
seduced withn the wonderment
of a ballad filled afternoon
the hush of the wind speaks
I'm captured but you don't really know
as loneliness (the lioness) lifts her head
to the autonomy...
and i submerged ride on by
red faded
against the backdrop of blue
I stop spinning and stare
caressing the bed upon the ground
her chill invigorating
true scent of restful coming thru
i picture, in this moment,
movement
of more than just the leaves
dancing before me
seduced withn the wonderment
of a ballad filled afternoon
the hush of the wind speaks
I'm captured but you don't really know
as loneliness (the lioness) lifts her head
to the autonomy...
#love
#fall
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2 Comments
JusTim_
Poem Published
8th Nov 2020 5:29pm
8th Nov 2020 5:29pm
a peaceful ride
life threads past the foliage
and i submerged ride on by
red faded
against the backdrop of blue
I stop spinning and stare
caressing the bed upon the ground
her chill invigorating
true scent of restful coming thru
i picture, in this moment,
movement
of more than just the leaves
dancing before me
seduced withn the wonderment
of a ballad filled afternoon
the hush of the wind speaks
I'm captured but you don't really know
as loneliness (the lioness) lifts her head
to the autonomy...
and i submerged ride on by
red faded
against the backdrop of blue
I stop spinning and stare
caressing the bed upon the ground
her chill invigorating
true scent of restful coming thru
i picture, in this moment,
movement
of more than just the leaves
dancing before me
seduced withn the wonderment
of a ballad filled afternoon
the hush of the wind speaks
I'm captured but you don't really know
as loneliness (the lioness) lifts her head
to the autonomy...
#love
#fall
229 reads
2 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
18th Mar 2021 11:38am
18th Mar 2021 11:38am
it's how you fell em
falling over and over again in my heading down those stepping away for a minute from the facts
appears stranger than diction
appears stranger than diction
#fall
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1 Comment
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
Autumn Smile ( Watercolor)
2 months
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
#identity
#fall
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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22 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
Autumn Smile ( Watercolor)
2 months
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
#identity
#fall
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
138 reads
22 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
Autumn Smile ( Watercolor)
2 months
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
#identity
#fall
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
138 reads
22 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
27th Oct 2022 10:38pm
Autumn Smile ( Watercolor)
2 months
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
No Painting
Temporary creative void
Lately an urge
Continued to wait
Finally the moment
A rush of feeling
Brushes dancing
A painting is born
#identity
#fall
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
138 reads
22 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
Midnight Walk
the air fills its icy lungs,
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
#fall
#nature
#gratitude #meditation
#gratitude #meditation
101 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
Midnight Walk
the air fills its icy lungs,
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
#fall
#nature
#gratitude #meditation
#gratitude #meditation
101 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
Midnight Walk
the air fills its icy lungs,
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
#fall
#nature
#gratitude #meditation
#gratitude #meditation
101 reads
14 Comments
LunaGreyhawk
Poem Published
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
5th Nov 2020 8:26am
Midnight Walk
the air fills its icy lungs,
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
huffing at the tartness -
disrespected once again
by Winter’s lack of regard
for personal space;
my old brown boots
scraping salted pavement,
their hollow voices
echoing
- always getting the last word -
against cheap siding
lining these boring rows
of hastily-built garages
every experience has value
wise words
from a wise friend
Pain teaches me mercy;
it’s hard to mete out
the...
#fall
#nature
#gratitude #meditation
#gratitude #meditation
101 reads
14 Comments
adagio
Poem Published
14th Jun 2022 2:44pm
14th Jun 2022 2:44pm
Holding Its Breath
A portrait of Autumn
and the cider mill
with a golden crisp
Autumn leaves
and aging whiskey
of wispy winds
falling leaves
of purple and gold
from a barren branch
holding its breath
of cinnamon-scented mist
and aging whiskey
and the cider mill
with a golden crisp
Autumn leaves
and aging whiskey
of wispy winds
falling leaves
of purple and gold
from a barren branch
holding its breath
of cinnamon-scented mist
and aging whiskey
#happiness
#love
#fall #philosophical
#fall #philosophical
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