if the language of the heart is hope than the language of the soul is truth– the heart may lie but deep down the soul always knows.
Source: soul speak – Chris Mc Geown
Day: November 6, 2019
Signal of love
Inscrutable
Have you ever lost yourself in velvet dreams?
Those that blanket the small
hours of the night, cocooned
in everything the mind shutters
while awake.
Dreams
inscrutable in the light of day,
message unread,
a fragment of memory
we ache
to retain.
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to get to you
Seconds
“I feel it. Every place you ever touched me.”
I feel it. Every place you ever touched me. Every word you ever said. Every flash of a smile, and every glimpse of your eyes. It’s like a rush of every moment we spent together, happening in the span of seconds, over far too soon. And all I want is to feel you near once more.
But I can’t, and I’m back at the start, reliving the days when we were “us.”
© Sarah Doughty
2017
This is what it means
to miss you.
Daily Haiku – Mon. November 4, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Haiku Nothing like a dog To make you smile when you’re sad A bond unbroken Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Source: Daily Haiku – Mon. November 4, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
winner’s circle
Everyone
Deserves a chance to
Be bolder
Shine brighter
Throw arms up in victory
Cross the finish line
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
Autumn-Takes away a piece of me
I stand here
barren,
naked,
those leaves on me
keeping up the
decked up pretenses
trying to satiate my
inconsolable heart
not to lose hope
and lose that spark
my languid arms
is the stark reality
of the emotions
being stripped off me
one by one as
they fall
scuttling towards their
seasonal death
a sign of my weary heart
the coltish life
emerging from the stupor
just to witness the last leaf
falling to the ground.
–Megha
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Forever
Forever has only just begun
with each precious day that passes on
Diamond stars still sparkle in blue night sky,
Golden sun still shines happy and gay
Pearl moon still croons to hidden lovers
and as each magical season passes by,
another comes to take its place
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads: Try Everything
The Reluctant Poet 