Category: rose

Bike Ride

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bee, bike, bird, blue, buzz, color, creative writing, Esha Montgomery, father, feathers, flowers, fly, freedom, fuschia, ground, home, lands, life, mind, moment, morning, passion, poem, poetry, red, rose, Saturday, song, sun, turquoise, Uncategorized, water, winter

Photo by Tatiana Syrikova on Pexels.com The sun rose that Saturday morning, Blue birds chirp a song of life and passion The bees buzzing brought on anticipation As they landed on unsuspecting flowers in full bloom The colors of red, violet, turquoise and fuschia are vivid They speak to me like the grasshoppers rubbing their … Continue reading Bike Ride

Roses

by Esha Montgomery, posted in beautiful, breathe, bright, cheek, creative writing, Esha Montgomery, eye, eyes, feeling, feelings, flower petals, flowers, forget, forgot, forward, fresh, glare, grow, growth, Kiss, life, Light, lungs, moment, new, poem, poetry, red, rose, smell, teeth, woman, womb, women

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com No fillers Synthetics Or dying petals Of long forgotten moments I want to smell the red roses While breath fills my lungs And laughter pushes my teeth forward As the light brightens my eyes When kisses cover my pink cheeks With exquisite delight Holding onto the feeling As my womb grows … Continue reading Roses

To Love

by Esha Montgomery, posted in believe, bite, creative writing, day, dreams, Esha Montgomery, forever, Hands, heart, hope, love, pain, path, poet, pray, prayer, reach, risk, rose, Sail, Sailing, see, Trying, Uncategorized, walk, wind

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com To try and try till better days come To love in-spite of potential pain Grasping onto roses and risking the bite of thorns To reach for dreams that few can see To believe and hope with the wind in your hair Moving to uncharted places for the sake of love … Continue reading To Love

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