Tag: creative

• December 7, 2025

  Thoughts: Poetry Life

  As a self-published poet, I have often been on the cusp of driving deeper into poetic waters. But I still have to balance that with being a creative and a writer. How can I express myself without offending people? What viewpoint best suits my aspirations? I have recently come to the realization that though I…
• September 20, 2024

  Development

  Hope spills over dry land That laid waste to barren dreams Once full of vigor and starlight To build a sturdy home in the valley That tearful, desolate eyes abandoned Only to look back and see development… In a place that was all but forgotten Love always, Ayesha
• May 25, 2024

  Corny Stuff: Flavor

  Moments with you, I savor  It is the sweetest flavor It’s good now but even better later You take me to the top like an elevator I keep you clutched like a purse Never paying attention to the haters Love always, Ayesha
• May 24, 2024

  What Business

  I do my Father’s work Built my dreams from clay Breathing the breath of life onto dirt No matter how long it takes  I’m gonna hustle till it hurts   Love always, Ayesha 
• January 5, 2024

  Under the Bridge

  Forgiven but still flowing  Healed like a broken foot That no longer needs a casts  The recovery is evident in the walk A heart that found comfort in peaceful moments  While listening to the sound of water under the bridge Love always, Esha <3
• December 30, 2023

  Just be Beautiful

  Let’s just be beautiful. Smile and wink. Laugh don’t think. Shake off your worries. Move quick, talk slick and hurry. Conversations like muddy puddles. Mist falls but fails to saturate. In the midst of a life predicated by happiness that forgets to deliberate. Let’s just be beautiful. Love always, Esha
• February 15, 2023

  Creative Writing: To Be A Poet

  To be a poet is a complicated task for the human soul. It requires a desire to give words to indescribable experiences. To lean on the feelings that bring up thoughts that surpass comprehension. Expressing notions that many shun to think of. Poetry can be a lonely road that few choose to walk down for…
• January 17, 2021

  Yesterday’s Cedar Tree

            Yesterday’s Cedar Tree I will stand at the rolling trumpet sound of forever. Ready and willing to join you on the bridge that we built from the toil of yesterday. Reminiscing over the mighty ceder tree we chopped down to create sturdy planks for the solid footsteps we now take…
• December 17, 2020

  Small thought: Love

  Love You are life springing into action. Providing nourishment and peace to all those you touch.   Thank you for reading, Esha <3