Tag: creative writing
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Waiting on Time
There is too much of it Then suddenly… There is not enough Under a deadline the stress of it can seem tough To wonder, how did they arrive there? When they started walking an hour ago Where the time went nobody knows But it left… Yet, people wait on time still Love always, Esha <3
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Sounds Like Love
What is poetry to me? It is love And everything in-between Whether it is two heart forever intertwined Or a neck colliding with a bee sting It equates to so much But at the same time it feels like nothing It unravels me like a rope With dangling cords It’s flies high like eagles It…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Scarf
He wore a scarf Wrapped around his neck that nestled into his chest One end rests on his back Black, silver and grey Like a fox that’s seen many winter’s Knitted, fashioned and made with organic cotton It was thick yet airy The pattern spoke to a life full of beauty and yarn There were…
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Long Overdue
I’m sorry is just a phrase until you put the words into action. Oftentimes, I have looked for changed behavior in others but neglected it’s utility in myself. I found it easier to point my finger at those that hurt me and see myself as the injured party. But when it came to addressing my…
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Precious
I have seen a wounded animal fight to the death for a chance at life. I have seen birds of prey become the prey while hunting the adversary they thought was weaker. How often do we count out the people who have endured the most? The people that we believe will never recover or heal…
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Bad With Words
I speak in poetry I talk I feel I emote But my words fall flat When I look at you I get confused, conflicted and crossed With complicated emotions That I am unable to explain without poetry As you can see… I am a poet that is bad with words Love always, Esha <3
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A Feeling of Ice
My heart has defrosted But what of my love? Has spring not arrived? Let the fields bloom Let the ice give way and make room For white doves and brilliant rays For beautiful moments And excited displays of feelings once indifferent That are here to stay Love always, Esha <3
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I Think About US
How do you get back to love? When time has crept in Does it break? Does it bend? To be certain, I do not know… But my fragile heart prays that it starts over again Because I wander to thoughts of you often Like a violin that plays During the pulse of the day when…
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