Tag: Enough

Time Together

by Esha Montgomery, posted in bad, Enough, forever, good, last, laugh, moment, short poem, smile, tide, time, Togetherness

Photo by Kat Smith on Pexels.com One good day is more than enough to erase all the bad. Glad tidings usher us to moments that last forever. Laughing and smiling while spending time together. Love always, Esha ❤

Get Them Feet Moving

by Esha Montgomery, posted in dry, Exquisite, feet, hard, Hard work, heat, heated, sore, turn, Uncategorized, work

Photo by Ingo Joseph on Pexels.com Sore feet are exquisite! They are the bedrock of hard work and dedication. So let the pinky toes swell. As soles that were once dry turn moist and clammy to keep from overheating. Get some powder for perspiration and keep on pushing. Enjoy the discomfort that comes from shoes … Continue reading Get Them Feet Moving

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One Kiss

by Esha Montgomery, posted in breathe, Breathes, cover, day, Enough, Esha Montgomery, fear, freestyle poetry, hope, Kiss, never, poem, poetry, scar, tear, time, Uncategorized, years

Photo by Hoang-Loc Dang on Pexels.com One kiss is never enough. There must be dozens to make up for time lost. They must be doubled to address when the road less traveled gets rough. They need to cover the wounds and apply smooth balm to the scars that don't disappear. They should last for days … Continue reading One Kiss

Enough Mourning

by Esha Montgomery, posted in car, care, dreams, Enough, faith, father, fish, fishing, freestyle poetry, God, Hands, live, love, memories, move, never, people, poem, poetry, pray, prayer, remember, strength, thank, time, Togetherness, years

This poem is for all the people who have lost someone they loved. Keep the faith! It never goes away. The feeling of missing you. The thought of... could I have done more. The shape of your face blends into the background of shaky memories. I can't go back in time to hold your hand. … Continue reading Enough Mourning

Reflection: Me and Poetry

by Esha Montgomery, posted in back, down, Enough, Esha Montgomery, freestyle poetry, friends, friendship, milk, morning, Neighborhood, old, poem, poetry, school, sometime, sugar, taste, Tasty food, trust, Uncategorized

Photo by Eva Elijas on Pexels.com Me And Poetry Every time, I'm feeling down. Poetry picks me back up again. It's my old school neighborhood and trusted friend. We tighter than frosted flakes and milk on a Saturday morning. That subtle taste of sugar is enough to keep me going. Love always, Esha ❤