Tag: poet

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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He’s growing jalapenos
In a planter box he fashioned
From scrap wood and nails.

Every morning he stands out
In the sun smiling
Plastic cup full of sink water
To nurse his buds.

He calls me out to see them
How they’ve grown
Since the morning last-

And I look at him
(and his sprouts)
And smile back.

We stand there often
On the balcony
Taking in a day beginning-
The quiet
Tired-eyed
Bliss…

It’s beautiful to watch
The way he cares
For little things.

And to know
He cares for me.

I’m an aspiring poet and musician and have been posting poems on my blog “Young Old Soul” since the pandemic started this March. Professionally I’m an officer in the Navy, but in my free time I write short poems inspired from my everyday life.

Here’s the link to my blog if you’d like the check it out: https://fromayoungoldsoul.wordpress.com
And my Instagram for music is: @thealanadavis

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<Insert text about finally finding the one>

<Insert text about how you’ve never felt this way before>

<Insert text about how you get butterflies when they hold your hand, kiss you, etc.> 

<Insert text about how great the sex is>

<Insert text about how you’d be devastated if they were never part of your life again>

<Insert a unique metaphor to try to come across as clever or deep>

<Insert text about how you’ve been waiting for so long>

<Insert text about how they finally make you complete>

Example:
I’ve finally found the one;
I’ve never felt like this before.
When they’re holding me in their arms
I can’t help but feel restored.

I feel butterflies in my stomach
when they’re making love to me.
Like a ship floating in the ocean
on a sea of ecstasy.

If they ever truly left me
I’d don’t know how I would go on.
It’d be like the moon without its twilight
and the sun without the dawn.

For too long I have been waiting
feeling the bitter taste of defeat,
but now I can finally say
that I truly feel complete.

Hey, my name is Chris. I’m a poet, budding writer, musician, satirist, and fledgling artist. Thanks for taking the time to read one of my poems. If you enjoyed this work at all feel free to check out my site for some excerpts from my upcoming anthology “Red Winter”. www.thewritersblocks.com

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Thoughts that intrude
Fantasies that delude
Are all but a prelude

To when eyes meet
Lips greet
In discreet

Words suppressed
Desire repressed
Finally confessed

But relief is short
The story has to abort
It is life’s retort

For in a dream
Real as it may seem
Illusion is the theme.

 I am Keerti. I am a mom to a lovely 9 year old girl . I work in the software industry and live in Belgium . I find writing very liberating and a stress buster too … here is the link to my blog 
https://keertiwrites.wordpress.com

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I see the clouds above me,
They’re floating in the sky,
I wonder what they see,
And wonder why they cry.

I listen to the fire,
While sitting in its glow,
Not a thing does it require,
But wood for it to grow.

Gently does the breeze,
Whisper to my skin,
I wander if the trees,
Mind about the wind.

I will not shut my eyes,
Wont miss one part of this,
The sun is giving the skies,
A loving goodnight kiss.

Blog: https://amankumar001.wordpress.com/

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you dont want to read my texts
cause it makes you feel my pain
no matter how hard i will try
all my efforts are in vain

because i hurt a special one
now im all alone again
well who knows maybe we will
find back together at some day

but for that day i have to wait
not gonna lie im really worried
cause i dont know how long it takes
and by that day you may be married

if you would marry that would be
the worst thing could happen to me
after all loving you i see
the only thing to be happy.

I started writing texts on 25th of September 2020 because i got My Heart broken and didnt know how to cope with My sadness
https://zmimsytexts.wordpress.com/about/

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I vow
to spend my life
walking through fires
instead of
cowering from them.
I vow
to spread light
even when it means
I must
endure heat.

*Inspired by the Viktor Frankl quote, “what is to give light must endure burning.”

A little about me:Hi! I’m Mikéa. I’m a writer, music teacher, and aspiring therapist in Dallas, TX. I write songs, poems, and essays about a variety of topics, including mental health, philosophy, psychology, spirituality, creativity, and self-reflection. Find more of my work at https://musings-and-music.com/

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The baby was small, 3,3 pounds, not more
They took him right away, the room is called NICU they said
It was afternoon, the mama was okay for the day
Her 2 daughters came and stayed with her and she’s okay,
2 and 4 years old baby girls, they’ve longed to see their brother, but they can wait
At night, she didn’t open her eyes
Her husband went pale, the doctor came
“She went into a coma”, doctor said
So the baby in the NICU, the mama in a coma, daughters cried, the husband stared at her closed eyes
“Wake up” he whispered, “I beg you, wake up my dear.”

Morning came, nothing changed,
So the baby in the NICU, the mama in a coma, daughters cried, the husband stared at her closed eyes, no words, all hopes in his heart, and monologues in his head
Day passed, and at night, there was a long beep
The baby was in the NICU, daughters were asleep at home with their grandma, husband cried, she’s gone

A woman left this world this December,
two little girls will keep crying for I don’t know how long, they’ll keep calling their mama,
a baby boy in the NICU, still struggling to live, he will never see his mama, he doesn’t know, he’s struggling to live,
and a man, his lifeless eyes, his heart broken, his arms hugging his daughters

dear December, why so many tears

(The baby is still in NICU as I post this, his condition is not well, please pray for him)

My name is Zy.I write about many things actually. But pain has been the biggest muse for me. So there’re more of sad words than the happy ones in my page.I hope some people find their own feeling written there, like I do in some other’s words.My page is perilangitbiru.wordpress.com, everyone is welcomed.

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The dreadful morning after a binge.
Enough body aches to make me cringe.
Head pounding as though it’s been picked by a syringe.
Regretful mistakes and offensive sins.
My reflection is the devils twin.
Piecing together my night of boozy spins.
My humbleness unattractively fringed.
Repentance and repeats are mastered.
Intensive hangover from being plastered.
Alcohol controlling actor.
My self awareness completely shattered.
Just one of the many reasons I stay sober.
Avoiding the dreadful hangover.

I write poetry about alcohol addiction and sobriety. My goal is to create awareness on addiction to alcohol. It is one of the easiest substances to abuse. I want people who are struggling with alcohol addiction to know that they are not alone. 
My blog is https://boozyblackouts.wordpress.com/ and my Instagram is https://www.instagram.com/boozyblackouts/

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