Streaming River is attractive
Identity of that river
Is cold..
Blooming flower is pleasant
Identity of that flower
Is fresh...
Rising moon is bewitching
Identity of that moon
Is...
Although
long drought
Little
plants
Will
be courageous
When
the rains came
They
will be big trees
Similarly,
My
beloved son
You
must be courageous
Bitter
days are gone
When
happy days are coming...
Have
a...
My
dear wild flower
School
uniform is
Not
suitable time
For
love...
Before
love
You
have to see
Much
of things
On
this world
Don't
fall down
Nearby
knowledge lamp
My
dear tender
When
you won...
Isolated
mountain
Increase
My
grief
Isolated
mountain
Reminded
me
My
Lover...
Wind
left
you alone
he
left
me alone
now
you're grief
like
me...
Mist
cheated
You
he
cheated
me
now
you're alone
like
me...
Isolated
mountain
Increase
My
grief
Posted...
Invite
to sad
Call
tears
Suspicion
is
Enemy
of Love....
When
love is Happy
As
a bird
Suspicions
shot him
Became
a catapult
Love
sleep Comfort
As
a baby
Suspicions
woke him
Became
a terrible noise
-nuwan-
image...
A Bed,
Adorned with
Rose thorns...
A platform,
With dancing
Red eyes peacocks..
An anklet,
tied
Butterfly princess..
Lovers remember
To bring her
shiny pearl
But forgot to
bring
Herb drop
For her
suffering
Smile...
Star eyes closed, sunglasses
Face hidden in black cloth
Moons of autumn
Sarah..
Spring combing
Looking for lovers
Smell the flowers in the garden
Through purdah
Do you feel?
Do not reduce
Sarah..
Looking...
There is a flower
Bloomed before me
There is a sense
In my heart for
that flower
It is just love
Not a dream
included of lust
It is just poem
Within love &
unconventional
There is a flower
Bloomed...
Beloved daughter
If you eat more
My happiness will grow
Happiness is food
For Your poor father
Posted for
Midweek Motif @ Poets United
written by - nuwan
for image go to ...
River,
I did love you
The Day when you flushed
The day when you dry
My love is unchanged
So now,
Please Accept My Love
With a kind heart .....
written by - Nuwan
picture belongs - http://www.goodfo...
Lonely Grows
As dark colored flowers
Because
She went
Without knowing
Now I must write poetry
Therefore,
Rain and wind
Please Become My friends
written by nuwan...
http://www.goodfon.su/download/alice-in-the-land-of-roses/1366x768
On my roses plant
When rice bloom
And
On her lips
When the bloom smile
In my heart Populated
Nothing else
it is joy ....
nuwan-
this...
go to image - http://www.goodfon.su/download/agata-portret-sleza/1366x768
dear tear
youre sad
You did not
Understand
That Went up
to my cheek
You have to say
he said same
Goodbye....
- nuwan...
http://www.goodfon.su/download/paren-les-listya-obrabotka/1366x768
Can you swim
To Love Island
Can you fly
To love mountain top
If you can
Will be found
My heart
Loneliness ston...
~capturing the pleasure of Life~
-
*watching the flower shimmy and shutter, dispel the dew left upon its
petals from the noir of night so that when the sun rises to infuse its
radiant ener...
In April
-
source
Warm showers break up
cold sunny days as
spring pushes itself
into awareness,
blossoms erupt
pink, yellow, and white,
and trees unfurl green
f...
In April
-
*source*
*April*
April is one of those months
that can go either way
sort of like life these days
but we always hope for
new life
rebirth of hope
a n...
In April
-
In April, the forsythia blooms bravely yellow
in the chill. I take the temperature of my being
this 78th springtime of my life.
My heart aches.
Is it e...
1267
-
*Friends Debate Over...*
So, do you want to?
I will let you have it, no problem,
The old fashioned clock on the wall stayed silent.
Should we do - roc...
If a Library Had a Junk Drawer
-
I’m an informal gathering of words.
A dictionary that wants to be complete,
but I’ve got too much smart mouth
to be Oxford’s and a little too critical
to ...
Enchantment
-
[image: Free Flowers Daisy photo and picture]
Courtesy of Pixabay
Drifting away into an age of dreams
enchantment under moonbeams
a troubadour singing rom...
Reading With The Fishes
-
Reading With The Fishes
For many years I lived
in a hollowed-out book
before I was eaten by fishes.
I can't say how
they found m...
Immortal
-
I used to look in the mirror
Blood dripping down my face
Thinking I would last like that forever
But time catches up
The fabric of life changes
What y...
punching time
-
Day in and day out, we punch time
Our fists blued, our eyes grimed
By smoke, we beat ourselves brain dead
Where does this end, this life we dread
W...
Writers Circle Prompt: Compromise
-
My entire life has been full of compromises, some of which I'm
proud--especially those that strengthened relationships. At the Women's
Encampment for a ...
The History of One Life
-
Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy
*Come join us!*
*Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
Inspiration
-
Inspiration
Upon a chin of gold
you sit,
not man,
but madonna
of twinkling sky,
birthplace
of dogmas
and devotion,
of blue-lit nights
and silver stars
s...
About the Poet
-
Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet
Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are
existential and she draws inspiration fro...
Hopefulness
-
Cynicism
is the most unforgiving
proof of gravity.
I arrive at
the pinnacle
of the Hill of Hope,
and I stayed up there
for a minute,
catching my...
The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday
-
peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
-
A Stimulated Mind
by
Belva Staples
*Making things entirely from scratch, *
*Brings a certain sense of satisfaction, *
*Because the uniqueness of a cr...
Time For Testing Testing
-
I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows
though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count
one b...
-
When I started this blog in 2012, I had no long-term expectations for it. I
simply wanted to provide prompts as a small service to other poets. Over ...
Early morning light
-
The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window
And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep
Her own pictures on the walls no...
A Note from the Poet
-
Excuse me while I kiss the sky....
*Jimi Hendrix*
Dear friends and fellow poets
Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC
-
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*It is mid morning*
*and some salesmonkey in Mississippi*
*is ringing my number*
*ignoring the grave warn...
A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
-
Morgue File
by Ken Brasier
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you w...
Everyday Table
-
This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...
Poets United
-
I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who
have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing
their...
Zipline
-
I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel
Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular
price for y...
How Did It Feel
-
How did it feel
the breath that you held
for heartbeats,
four heartbeats,
a sway hollow knell.
Rattling ribs
till they finally fell
apart - tell me, how did ...
A MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE...
-
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
Poem: ACCEPT
-
*This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:*
*Dark Moon, New Moon*
*I have to accept the hurricanes*
*that are happening everywhere*
*Look at them l...
A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath)
-
“You always made the best tea”, I confess.
Something in the method: fanning the bag
In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
Lions and Tigers and Bears
-
Oh my...
Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief
Circus; the rest from my stash.
I love polar bears!
Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith
-
*Agnus Dei*
I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse
It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek.
The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles
whirled, i...
My Parents
-
Courtesy: Poets United
When you two fought
you never knew
how I burnt
in your wrath.
I was a water body,
too brine to taste.
But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...
Tick Tock
-
Tick Tock
I hear my
Biological clock
Ticking away
The eggs I have
In short supply.
“Yuh nuh have
A child, yet?”
He looks at me
Like fertile soil
In whi...
Sad Eyes
-
Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of
forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the
Autumn m...
-
Another Day
My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling my ear
now...
Cuz Culcha
-
Sista,
remember makin cinnamon toast
and chewin back
bitz of the periodick table
like it were vitamins.
knowble gases
hevvy metals
an your luv letters
to Jon...
cheers with life
-
*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
*this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU*
*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
-
Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You w...
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
-
At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes
mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own
changing w...
faded pages
-
*in the days of mostly easy time, *
*there is the odd reminder of another place.*
*fragrant reminiscence in a flash; *
*passed - but in its wake - a trace....
There Comes A Time...
-
when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
followers ...