JLHayes
@jlhii.bsky.social
I try to write poetry and sometimes Ramblings.......
Looking for old friends ✍️
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Looking for old friends ✍️
Totally taken 💍
Reposted by JLHayes
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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
May 26, 2025 at 5:16 PM
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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
Serene skies,
beauty lingers;
stillness hums in warm air.
Soft wind,
quiet wonder,
earth and soul in gentle repair.
Serene dawn,
beauty unfolds,
in hush of morning’s glow,
stillness holds the world,
time suspended,
soft and slow.
#ThePenFlows
beauty lingers;
stillness hums in warm air.
Soft wind,
quiet wonder,
earth and soul in gentle repair.
Serene dawn,
beauty unfolds,
in hush of morning’s glow,
stillness holds the world,
time suspended,
soft and slow.
#ThePenFlows
May 26, 2025 at 6:01 PM
Serene skies,
beauty lingers;
stillness hums in warm air.
Soft wind,
quiet wonder,
earth and soul in gentle repair.
Serene dawn,
beauty unfolds,
in hush of morning’s glow,
stillness holds the world,
time suspended,
soft and slow.
#ThePenFlows
beauty lingers;
stillness hums in warm air.
Soft wind,
quiet wonder,
earth and soul in gentle repair.
Serene dawn,
beauty unfolds,
in hush of morning’s glow,
stillness holds the world,
time suspended,
soft and slow.
#ThePenFlows
Soft hush of rain
a blanket wraps the world in quiet,
each drop a whisper
calming the restless air.
In the silent dawn,
the sun spills gentle fingers,
warming the ache
of shadows left behind.
A breath,
slow and deep,
fills the hollows;
peace settles
like dust on forgotten windowsills.
#SenseWrds74
a blanket wraps the world in quiet,
each drop a whisper
calming the restless air.
In the silent dawn,
the sun spills gentle fingers,
warming the ache
of shadows left behind.
A breath,
slow and deep,
fills the hollows;
peace settles
like dust on forgotten windowsills.
#SenseWrds74
May 26, 2025 at 4:22 PM
Soft hush of rain
a blanket wraps the world in quiet,
each drop a whisper
calming the restless air.
In the silent dawn,
the sun spills gentle fingers,
warming the ache
of shadows left behind.
A breath,
slow and deep,
fills the hollows;
peace settles
like dust on forgotten windowsills.
#SenseWrds74
a blanket wraps the world in quiet,
each drop a whisper
calming the restless air.
In the silent dawn,
the sun spills gentle fingers,
warming the ache
of shadows left behind.
A breath,
slow and deep,
fills the hollows;
peace settles
like dust on forgotten windowsills.
#SenseWrds74
A breath between worlds
rain silvering the surface,
each drop a tiny mirror
floating, then falling.
My reflection flickers,
a ghost among clouds,
while warmth hesitates
at the cool, clear border.
rain silvering the surface,
each drop a tiny mirror
floating, then falling.
My reflection flickers,
a ghost among clouds,
while warmth hesitates
at the cool, clear border.
May 26, 2025 at 2:56 PM
A breath between worlds
rain silvering the surface,
each drop a tiny mirror
floating, then falling.
My reflection flickers,
a ghost among clouds,
while warmth hesitates
at the cool, clear border.
rain silvering the surface,
each drop a tiny mirror
floating, then falling.
My reflection flickers,
a ghost among clouds,
while warmth hesitates
at the cool, clear border.
For Those Who Serve
Morning light spills across the quiet street,
where echoes linger
footsteps of those who walked before us,
carrying burdens unseen,
voices unheard.
Morning light spills across the quiet street,
where echoes linger
footsteps of those who walked before us,
carrying burdens unseen,
voices unheard.
May 26, 2025 at 11:46 AM
For Those Who Serve
Morning light spills across the quiet street,
where echoes linger
footsteps of those who walked before us,
carrying burdens unseen,
voices unheard.
Morning light spills across the quiet street,
where echoes linger
footsteps of those who walked before us,
carrying burdens unseen,
voices unheard.
I am just a wayfarer
footsteps etch the amber dawn,
heart a compass lost in swirling mist.
Bridges arch over rivers of shadow and light;
I linger in twilight’s hush,
listening for whispered echoes,
dreaming of lantern-lit homes
beyond the horizon’s edge.
##OurPoetryX
footsteps etch the amber dawn,
heart a compass lost in swirling mist.
Bridges arch over rivers of shadow and light;
I linger in twilight’s hush,
listening for whispered echoes,
dreaming of lantern-lit homes
beyond the horizon’s edge.
##OurPoetryX
May 26, 2025 at 10:41 AM
I am just a wayfarer
footsteps etch the amber dawn,
heart a compass lost in swirling mist.
Bridges arch over rivers of shadow and light;
I linger in twilight’s hush,
listening for whispered echoes,
dreaming of lantern-lit homes
beyond the horizon’s edge.
##OurPoetryX
footsteps etch the amber dawn,
heart a compass lost in swirling mist.
Bridges arch over rivers of shadow and light;
I linger in twilight’s hush,
listening for whispered echoes,
dreaming of lantern-lit homes
beyond the horizon’s edge.
##OurPoetryX
A lone wind hums through hollow streets,
carrying sighs of lost echoes
soft murmurs of memories stitched in shadow.
The sky, bruised in fading indigo,
leans heavy on the aching dusk,
where longing drifts like unraveling threads,
fraying into quiet.
#OurPoetryX
#plaintive
carrying sighs of lost echoes
soft murmurs of memories stitched in shadow.
The sky, bruised in fading indigo,
leans heavy on the aching dusk,
where longing drifts like unraveling threads,
fraying into quiet.
#OurPoetryX
#plaintive
May 25, 2025 at 11:46 AM
A lone wind hums through hollow streets,
carrying sighs of lost echoes
soft murmurs of memories stitched in shadow.
The sky, bruised in fading indigo,
leans heavy on the aching dusk,
where longing drifts like unraveling threads,
fraying into quiet.
#OurPoetryX
#plaintive
carrying sighs of lost echoes
soft murmurs of memories stitched in shadow.
The sky, bruised in fading indigo,
leans heavy on the aching dusk,
where longing drifts like unraveling threads,
fraying into quiet.
#OurPoetryX
#plaintive
Glowing in embers,
embers that remember
the weight of each spark
the way the fire once roared
before it learned to whisper.
Embroidered in the fire,
stories are stitched
with threads of light and ash,
patterns only the brave
can trace in the dark.
embers that remember
the weight of each spark
the way the fire once roared
before it learned to whisper.
Embroidered in the fire,
stories are stitched
with threads of light and ash,
patterns only the brave
can trace in the dark.
May 24, 2025 at 6:03 PM
Glowing in embers,
embers that remember
the weight of each spark
the way the fire once roared
before it learned to whisper.
Embroidered in the fire,
stories are stitched
with threads of light and ash,
patterns only the brave
can trace in the dark.
embers that remember
the weight of each spark
the way the fire once roared
before it learned to whisper.
Embroidered in the fire,
stories are stitched
with threads of light and ash,
patterns only the brave
can trace in the dark.
Reposted by JLHayes
#OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX
Prompt for 24 May
-Tender blush-
The subtle reddening that gives away deep emotion, but isn’t always noticeable… the faint rosy color to an opening flower. Embrace deep feeling through light gestures.
From the vault: Tenderness
Prompt for 24 May
-Tender blush-
The subtle reddening that gives away deep emotion, but isn’t always noticeable… the faint rosy color to an opening flower. Embrace deep feeling through light gestures.
From the vault: Tenderness
May 24, 2025 at 4:08 PM
#OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX
Prompt for 24 May
-Tender blush-
The subtle reddening that gives away deep emotion, but isn’t always noticeable… the faint rosy color to an opening flower. Embrace deep feeling through light gestures.
From the vault: Tenderness
Prompt for 24 May
-Tender blush-
The subtle reddening that gives away deep emotion, but isn’t always noticeable… the faint rosy color to an opening flower. Embrace deep feeling through light gestures.
From the vault: Tenderness
I step
off the edge,
not into air,
but into you
a soft surrender,
a letting go.
Your presence
a current
pulls me gently,
not downward,
but inward,
into depths
I never knew existed.
off the edge,
not into air,
but into you
a soft surrender,
a letting go.
Your presence
a current
pulls me gently,
not downward,
but inward,
into depths
I never knew existed.
May 24, 2025 at 3:42 PM
I step
off the edge,
not into air,
but into you
a soft surrender,
a letting go.
Your presence
a current
pulls me gently,
not downward,
but inward,
into depths
I never knew existed.
off the edge,
not into air,
but into you
a soft surrender,
a letting go.
Your presence
a current
pulls me gently,
not downward,
but inward,
into depths
I never knew existed.
♥️RedLove♥️
Cherry Blossoms
Under a Cherry Moon
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Cherry Blossoms
Under a Cherry Moon
May 24, 2025 at 3:08 PM
♥️RedLove♥️
Cherry Blossoms
Under a Cherry Moon
📷 Pinterest
Cherry Blossoms
Under a Cherry Moon
She was a tempest’s heart
wild, uncontained,
pulsing with thunder,
her laughter storm-born.
Wind-twisting, whispering fierce echoes,
she bent the world with her breath.
Electric, untamed,
a force of nature wrapped in the skin of a woman,
her spirit vast as the sky.
wild, uncontained,
pulsing with thunder,
her laughter storm-born.
Wind-twisting, whispering fierce echoes,
she bent the world with her breath.
Electric, untamed,
a force of nature wrapped in the skin of a woman,
her spirit vast as the sky.
May 24, 2025 at 2:36 PM
She was a tempest’s heart
wild, uncontained,
pulsing with thunder,
her laughter storm-born.
Wind-twisting, whispering fierce echoes,
she bent the world with her breath.
Electric, untamed,
a force of nature wrapped in the skin of a woman,
her spirit vast as the sky.
wild, uncontained,
pulsing with thunder,
her laughter storm-born.
Wind-twisting, whispering fierce echoes,
she bent the world with her breath.
Electric, untamed,
a force of nature wrapped in the skin of a woman,
her spirit vast as the sky.
Narwhal glides through icy blue,
a spiral tusk, a secret clue.
Beneath the waves, the silent call
mystery swims, enchanting all.
A unicorn of ocean’s deep,
where currents whisper, secrets keep.
Narwhal dreams in liquid night,
a silver ghost in filtered light.
#vss365
a spiral tusk, a secret clue.
Beneath the waves, the silent call
mystery swims, enchanting all.
A unicorn of ocean’s deep,
where currents whisper, secrets keep.
Narwhal dreams in liquid night,
a silver ghost in filtered light.
#vss365
May 24, 2025 at 1:51 PM
Narwhal glides through icy blue,
a spiral tusk, a secret clue.
Beneath the waves, the silent call
mystery swims, enchanting all.
A unicorn of ocean’s deep,
where currents whisper, secrets keep.
Narwhal dreams in liquid night,
a silver ghost in filtered light.
#vss365
a spiral tusk, a secret clue.
Beneath the waves, the silent call
mystery swims, enchanting all.
A unicorn of ocean’s deep,
where currents whisper, secrets keep.
Narwhal dreams in liquid night,
a silver ghost in filtered light.
#vss365
May 24, 2025 at 1:40 PM
Tender blush unfurls at dawn,
pink whispers on petals,
soft as a sigh on cheeks.
A fleeting promise,
warm and shy,
soon lost in light,
fading gently into day’s embrace.
#OurPoetryX
pink whispers on petals,
soft as a sigh on cheeks.
A fleeting promise,
warm and shy,
soon lost in light,
fading gently into day’s embrace.
#OurPoetryX
May 24, 2025 at 12:28 PM
Tender blush unfurls at dawn,
pink whispers on petals,
soft as a sigh on cheeks.
A fleeting promise,
warm and shy,
soon lost in light,
fading gently into day’s embrace.
#OurPoetryX
pink whispers on petals,
soft as a sigh on cheeks.
A fleeting promise,
warm and shy,
soon lost in light,
fading gently into day’s embrace.
#OurPoetryX
Reposted by JLHayes
May 23, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Fingertips brushing on skin
a slow, sweet river,
Each touch a whisper,
each sigh a promise,
Warmth lingers,
night hums,
Love is the quiet,
the gentle,
the hush,
A caress that never ends,
Soft as a dream,
deep as dawn,
A world in your hand.
#OurPoetryX
a slow, sweet river,
Each touch a whisper,
each sigh a promise,
Warmth lingers,
night hums,
Love is the quiet,
the gentle,
the hush,
A caress that never ends,
Soft as a dream,
deep as dawn,
A world in your hand.
#OurPoetryX
May 23, 2025 at 12:08 PM
Fingertips brushing on skin
a slow, sweet river,
Each touch a whisper,
each sigh a promise,
Warmth lingers,
night hums,
Love is the quiet,
the gentle,
the hush,
A caress that never ends,
Soft as a dream,
deep as dawn,
A world in your hand.
#OurPoetryX
a slow, sweet river,
Each touch a whisper,
each sigh a promise,
Warmth lingers,
night hums,
Love is the quiet,
the gentle,
the hush,
A caress that never ends,
Soft as a dream,
deep as dawn,
A world in your hand.
#OurPoetryX
Midnight’s call
the soft hum in the dark,
a voice like shadow,
whispers tangled in quiet static,
echoes reaching across the night,
lingering near sleep’s edge.
@amatoryq.bsky.social
# Amatory
the soft hum in the dark,
a voice like shadow,
whispers tangled in quiet static,
echoes reaching across the night,
lingering near sleep’s edge.
@amatoryq.bsky.social
# Amatory
May 23, 2025 at 2:22 AM
Midnight’s call
the soft hum in the dark,
a voice like shadow,
whispers tangled in quiet static,
echoes reaching across the night,
lingering near sleep’s edge.
@amatoryq.bsky.social
# Amatory
the soft hum in the dark,
a voice like shadow,
whispers tangled in quiet static,
echoes reaching across the night,
lingering near sleep’s edge.
@amatoryq.bsky.social
# Amatory
Reposted by JLHayes
Soft hands cradle the dawn,
fingers tracing warmth on skin—
a whisper, a glance,
the world held in this quiet.
Love lingers, gentle,
like morning light through mist.
#SenseWrds 72
fingers tracing warmth on skin—
a whisper, a glance,
the world held in this quiet.
Love lingers, gentle,
like morning light through mist.
#SenseWrds 72
May 22, 2025 at 6:32 PM
Soft hands cradle the dawn,
fingers tracing warmth on skin—
a whisper, a glance,
the world held in this quiet.
Love lingers, gentle,
like morning light through mist.
#SenseWrds 72
fingers tracing warmth on skin—
a whisper, a glance,
the world held in this quiet.
Love lingers, gentle,
like morning light through mist.
#SenseWrds 72
Birds still sing in the rain,
their notes soft as falling drops,
undaunted by the gray
melody that never stops.
Wet feathers, brave hearts rise.
Song lingers above the mist,
hopeful whispers in skies.
#MoonMystic
their notes soft as falling drops,
undaunted by the gray
melody that never stops.
Wet feathers, brave hearts rise.
Song lingers above the mist,
hopeful whispers in skies.
#MoonMystic
May 22, 2025 at 5:42 PM
Birds still sing in the rain,
their notes soft as falling drops,
undaunted by the gray
melody that never stops.
Wet feathers, brave hearts rise.
Song lingers above the mist,
hopeful whispers in skies.
#MoonMystic
their notes soft as falling drops,
undaunted by the gray
melody that never stops.
Wet feathers, brave hearts rise.
Song lingers above the mist,
hopeful whispers in skies.
#MoonMystic
If you could see through my eyes,
You’d find silent skies,
Feel the ache, the broken,
Taste salt of secret tide—
Know longing, worlds inside,
Where shadows sing, untied,
In dawn’s surprise.
#poetry
You’d find silent skies,
Feel the ache, the broken,
Taste salt of secret tide—
Know longing, worlds inside,
Where shadows sing, untied,
In dawn’s surprise.
#poetry
May 22, 2025 at 3:18 PM
If you could see through my eyes,
You’d find silent skies,
Feel the ache, the broken,
Taste salt of secret tide—
Know longing, worlds inside,
Where shadows sing, untied,
In dawn’s surprise.
#poetry
You’d find silent skies,
Feel the ache, the broken,
Taste salt of secret tide—
Know longing, worlds inside,
Where shadows sing, untied,
In dawn’s surprise.
#poetry