Big red camellias

. . A beautiful Haiku written by AshiAkira … Big red camellias All of them looking toward me As I opened the door … You can read more amazing Haiku here: Officially spring Shivering but spring Startled by sparrows chirp

Navigating Life by You

Originally posted on noblethemes:
To navigate the ocean of life, do I not use your heart Like an unfailing compass from which I ne’er depart? And do you not point to better ways on brighter days? High wind and sharp bends, This vessel shall not upend! Though the waters be rough or calm, you are…

Dawn of Hope

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … First appearance of hope Received in an envelope. The beginning of a new day Delivered by someone with no name. … So, it started to grow light in the morning Even though my soul was still mourning. Everything started to open In just a single moment. … … The feeling…

While on a beach

Guest Post by Matthew Goff … … While on a beach, when she kissed me with the urgency of a sensitive poison, I could not help but scatter across the shore-lengths, the households of my heart, allowing room only for the remedy, I looked beyond her and forgot to make room for her smile, that went…

A Young Man

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … A young man, I was When I kneeled down in front of the temple, head down, I paused. Tears of blood I cried For I was denied The privilege of a smile And pushed into exile. … I open my hands and looked up above “Father, why must I suffer?…

Lighter Than The Wind

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … Her kisses grew dry, Yet her eyes were able to lie. Don’t know when or how it happened, All I heard was the sound of my heart cracking. … Which kisses were full of love? I guess I will never know. All my hopes were spread out in a cliff…

Herself

Guest Post by Matthew Goff … Every night I lay into a pink sleep, which is the secrecy of her arm’s love for me. There is a solace for me in her eyes… if only I could live in their reflections forever! A landscape of exploding glass-works, that trickle wet stories down her beloved face. Into…

No More Hiding

This is no secret I am in love with words, is that a weakness? If so, then call me weak and leave me alone Don’t you see that I am not interested in being a clone? … For many years I hid the love I hold for words Thinking I was defected so I moved…

Open My Cell

I don’t follow the majority My dream is my priority. Can’t compromise I rather be wise. … I have always been here But now I stand for myself right here Right in front of you What are you going to do? … … You tried to destroy me from within Your judgments and criticisms still…

I Want Us

… I want our lives to be one For us to touch the stars and run Yes, run as the night gets overcome by the rays of the sun. … … I want our bodies to never be apart For us to master the art Not only of passion, but of understanding Just you and…

Know A Little

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … Suffering enchanted me with so many promises It may sound impossible But what I am telling you is real I wish I could say more, but I don’t want to break the deal. … If only you knew what I offered to it You will be left speechless at least…

Trying To Control The Balance

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … Like an exquisite bottle of wine You pour yourself into my flesh, was it a deadly sin? I don’t know and I don’t care For your scent is still in the air. … You open your wings of seduction Not only to embrace my emptiness but to cause unthinkable destruction. A…

Marveled Yet Blue

… I look at my body and get marveled at its complexity In every way, even chemically. Inch by inch it was designed To be one of a kind. No flaws For it was made for a cause. … By the same Author: Memories Flash In Front Of Me … As soon as the analyses of…

True Knight

Let me be your knight No, I don’t have an armor nor do I shine, but I am willing to fight For the purity of our love. … No, I don’t ride a horse But the strength of my love holds so much force Feel the source. … … No, I don’t fight my battles…

MEN!!!!!!!!!

MEN!!!!! What has happened to us? Why all the fuss? Why did we forget how to properly love our women? Have we forgotten how to listen? … Why do we treat them like a piece of meat Every time we meet? Please help me understand, what is the excuse? Please tell me the news. ……

Your Story Became My Own

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … For many years I found myself in the wrong story Thinking I was going to be able to achieve glory. Like with many things, I was wrong I did not belong. … Conformed to play the slave Yet I thought I was brave. Why was I so blind? You were…

Live The Now

Guest Post by Manuel Osornio … Exercise control over the moment Or else the past will not rest till it sees you broken. It is hard to enjoy the pleasure of the now But it must be done somehow. … Don’t give power to the memories of the past Don’t even try to remember the times…

A flower

Drifting above the bed of leaves, Aiming to reach the sky, Mimicking the wonderful stars, Shining brighter with each try. 💐 💐 Cajoling of Bees & butterflies, Making me embrace pride, spreading my wings afar, blushing like a bride. 💐 Looking at not so beautiful fate, Dreading now, its power, here lies beside me, once…

Self Philosophy

We all carry a philosophy Some of us carry ourselves arrogantly Other with modesty. Regardless of how we learned to apply those unknown values to our lives We always end up asking ourselves “Why do I have to feel societies’ knives Always and forever stuck in my back?” To understand that question and many more…

September

It came like a breeze With sunny days and grapes smell Dreamy September and this is my Grandpa AshiAkira beautiful response: Time to be quiet That’s what September is for Hear the grass rustling

Moon Lust

A beautiful poem by Rose Perez from Poet Rummager. Cumulus lusted after the Moon. For centuries, he hid in her shadow – gazing at her luminescent face, enthralled by her radiant glow. One scorching summer, he grew brave – wiping her moistened brow and spritzing her with dew. She murmured her thanks but kept her…

My Emotions by Radha – a Ten Year old Girl

A ten-year-old girl writes poems. She writes about her emotions. You have to read! Let’s encourage her! Welcome to the blogosphere, little Radha! Hugs, kisses, Sweet goodbyes Well, they make me sentimental Cries, screams Scoldings, I end up totally mental Fear makes me feel alone, I sit at one place, And don’t go out from…