A tiny tea rose,
Painted on the side of a fine china cup,
Grows facing the sun…
Daffodils steal the languages of sunflowers,
Don’t Look Under The Soil!
A camellia grows like Thumbelina,
Its shadow covers all flowers,
Growing petals
#Poetry
©️Camellia
On every level,
it’s you, engraved
in my senses—
a naked flame, unspoken,
searing through my thoughts
Your desire pulses in my skin,
an imperfection made flesh
I’ve sewn myself into darkness,
a cage of silence,
where demons breathe,
Your light and skin are dripping
with me, unforgiving and raw
On every level,
it’s you, engraved
in my senses—
a naked flame, unspoken,
searing through my thoughts
Your desire pulses in my skin,
an imperfection made flesh
I’ve sewn myself into darkness,
a cage of silence,
where demons breathe,
Your light and skin are dripping
with me, unforgiving and raw
A tiny tea rose,
Painted on the side of a fine china cup,
Grows facing the sun…
Daffodils steal the languages of sunflowers,
Don’t Look Under The Soil!
A camellia grows like Thumbelina,
Its shadow covers all flowers,
Growing petals
#Poetry
©️Camellia
A tiny tea rose,
Painted on the side of a fine china cup,
Grows facing the sun…
Daffodils steal the languages of sunflowers,
Don’t Look Under The Soil!
A camellia grows like Thumbelina,
Its shadow covers all flowers,
Growing petals
#Poetry
©️Camellia
A tiny tea rose,
Painted on the side of a fine china cup,
Grows facing the sun…
Daffodils steal the languages of sunflowers,
Don’t Look Under The Soil!
A camellia grows like Thumbelina,
Its shadow covers all flowers,
Growing petals
#Poetry
©️Camellia
A tiny tea rose,
Painted on the side of a fine china cup,
Grows facing the sun…
Daffodils steal the languages of sunflowers,
Don’t Look Under The Soil!
A camellia grows like Thumbelina,
Its shadow covers all flowers,
Growing petals
#Poetry
©️Camellia
the road
one night
hands #steady
blurry sight
eyes forage
distant skies
memories of yore
fill the void
Is it merely
a thought
or are we all
too stoned
to decide
each one of us
has to let-go
of our pride
let love
flow & reside
lest we all are
too stoned
to decide
~rev
#vssromance
the road
one night
hands #steady
blurry sight
eyes forage
distant skies
memories of yore
fill the void
Is it merely
a thought
or are we all
too stoned
to decide
each one of us
has to let-go
of our pride
let love
flow & reside
lest we all are
too stoned
to decide
~rev
#vssromance
So much thank you for your wordsmithing sweet friend
So much thank you for your wordsmithing sweet friend
I could fancy the clocks restricting the movements of time and ocean absorbs all its waves.
Just you, me and the reflection of love.
#vss365
I could fancy the clocks restricting the movements of time and ocean absorbs all its waves.
Just you, me and the reflection of love.
#vss365
through the narrow space
where weariness falls away
and sunshine
warms the belly
from within
where the flowing currents
of pleasure
run our electricity
as the ultimate selfishness
of desire
meets cooperation
and giving
where need
is just exactly right
exactly right
#poetry
through the narrow space
where weariness falls away
and sunshine
warms the belly
from within
where the flowing currents
of pleasure
run our electricity
as the ultimate selfishness
of desire
meets cooperation
and giving
where need
is just exactly right
exactly right
#poetry
not in flame
but in storm-bitten roots
that hold fast
when all else loosens
a #single bloom
bruised magenta
steady
enough
#vss365 #poetry #WritingCommunity #blueskypoets #nature #photography
not in flame
but in storm-bitten roots
that hold fast
when all else loosens
a #single bloom
bruised magenta
steady
enough
#vss365 #poetry #WritingCommunity #blueskypoets #nature #photography
with closed eyes
i heard the sunrise
in a symphony
of beautiful birdsong
each singing
their own tune
such an ordinary
but exquisite gift
grateful, i smile
mindful of the blessings
in the now
"Sometimes I only need to stand were I am to be blessed"
#Photography
with closed eyes
i heard the sunrise
in a symphony
of beautiful birdsong
each singing
their own tune
such an ordinary
but exquisite gift
grateful, i smile
mindful of the blessings
in the now
"Sometimes I only need to stand were I am to be blessed"
#Photography
mind foraged
sought solace
in poetry & books
fireman’s hose saves lives
unlike a gun
those spread hate
foster crimes
#single minded determination
against discrimination
that’s what leaders had
grew-up watching as a lad
what we’ve now
is just too bad
sad!
~rev
#vss365
#OnePicPoetry
mind foraged
sought solace
in poetry & books
fireman’s hose saves lives
unlike a gun
those spread hate
foster crimes
#single minded determination
against discrimination
that’s what leaders had
grew-up watching as a lad
what we’ve now
is just too bad
sad!
~rev
#vss365
#OnePicPoetry
Ichor flows
Through the veins of lightning…
The wrath of the Gods shines in a grape,
Aphrodite mistakes it
For the forbidden fruit.
Her flesh turns bluish purple,
She stretches out into
A rubenesque statue,
Beauty is juice,
Only the vessel is prominent.
#Poetry
©️Camellia
Ichor flows
Through the veins of lightning…
The wrath of the Gods shines in a grape,
Aphrodite mistakes it
For the forbidden fruit.
Her flesh turns bluish purple,
She stretches out into
A rubenesque statue,
Beauty is juice,
Only the vessel is prominent.
#Poetry
©️Camellia
#vsse65
#vsse65
I need you to just reach
with bursting love
and sweetness
but there's never
really a time for that anymore
sometimes I need
a pick me up
I know
there is absolutely
nothing you can do
and sometimes
I wish there was a villain
but it's just sad
and I miss you
and just so in love
#poetry
I need you to just reach
with bursting love
and sweetness
but there's never
really a time for that anymore
sometimes I need
a pick me up
I know
there is absolutely
nothing you can do
and sometimes
I wish there was a villain
but it's just sad
and I miss you
and just so in love
#poetry
My words have fallen
Into the oblivion under my bed
My words have fallen
Into the oblivion under my bed
~Rumi
#Photography #BeautifulQuotes
~Rumi
#Photography #BeautifulQuotes
You ink sonnets on my lips—
a predator cloaked in poetry
With a red pen,
you mark me.
Wayfarer of flesh,
what hymn do your hands compose on my magnolia skin?
Your scent—a verse,
your touch—fire
I bloom, half-open,
poppy-rich, thirsting
This isn’t sin
It’s the paradise we wrote
~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫
You ink sonnets on my lips—
a predator cloaked in poetry
With a red pen,
you mark me.
Wayfarer of flesh,
what hymn do your hands compose on my magnolia skin?
Your scent—a verse,
your touch—fire
I bloom, half-open,
poppy-rich, thirsting
This isn’t sin
It’s the paradise we wrote
~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫