Category: Peace

End Of My Rope

by Esha Montgomery, posted in allies, blood, bottles, bright, cry, down, empty, end, Esha Montgomery, face, freedom, God, hope, Light, listen, Lord, pain, Peace, peaceful, pieces, place, poem, poetry, Rain, redemption, Shoulders, Smoke, sunshine, weight

Photo by Engin Akyurt on Pexels.com I've sought out a piece of peace in strange places. Back alleys, smoke, empty bottles and worn out faces. With age I have prayed for relief. Eased burden and freedom from trauma that hangs on my shoulders like weights attached to chains. I listen to them bang and clang … Continue reading End Of My Rope

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Simple Beauty

by Esha Montgomery, posted in beautiful, blog, blogging, cell phone, Closer, day, down, dragonfly, encouraged, Esha Montgomery, feel, fly, freestyle poetry, grass, happiness, leaves, moment, Peace, picture, place, poem, poetry, realize, simplicity, Uncategorized

Photo by Isom Jacobs You fly on an easy breeze. Slow motion wings moving with peace. Your presence makes the moment lovely for me. Landing on leaves and grass like happiness flowing to a better place. Come near me... so I can feel the hum of your day going by slowly. No need to rush. … Continue reading Simple Beauty

Peaceful Moments

by Esha Montgomery, posted in flower petals, flowers, happiness, happy, Peace, peaceful, poem, poetry, Rain, spring

Checkout Spotify Podcast Hope Speaks Photo by Vural Yavas on Pexels.com It's okay now. The tears have created something beautiful. My time for happiness has arrived with the blossoming of fresh flowers in April and May. Sad days have been washed away. And peaceful moments are here to stay. That's why it's okay. Love always, … Continue reading Peaceful Moments

A Loner Without True Love

by Esha Montgomery, posted in alone, care, change, creative writing, distance, dreams, dry, eyes, glass, heart, hope, lips, lonely, love, Money, nothing, Peace, peaceful, poem, poetry, pray, prayer, rose, sand, short poem, simplicity, skin, smooth, tear, tears, teary eyed, wet

Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com One day, the money will turn to ash. Sand will form into glass only to break again. Wet tears will momentarily make dry skin moist. The facades will fade to nothingness. The sex appeal and enthusiasm of youth unexplored will dissipate. Smooth lips will chap. Tight skin may wither like … Continue reading A Loner Without True Love