Field of Reeds

Hell and heaven I had to cross
to find the place she told me to.
Forget all pain and fear of loss
to pass the gates they call me through.
I walk the halls of gold, temptation
my eyes fixed on the only thing
so no dark spirits, false creations
can poison what my faith will bring.
Step softly onto beauty’s meadow
a honest heart beats in my chest
to find a soul that casts no shadow
so my soul can be put to test.
And if the flower in the field
accepts my sacrifice and awe
My very heart, devotions shield
shall always bless it with my love.

Blog: https://auroraborealys.wordpress.com/

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Midnight lanterns

There we walked, calmly in these
streets of ours, gracefully dancing
while the night watched us, softly
and steadily guiding us on our path
carefully pushing our hearts back
into those warm lantern lights
away from the cold and hard world
outside of what the light touched.
Safely we reached for our hands,
eyes looking for each other and always
trying to meet the middle of where
the light fell and the shadows cast.
But sometimes 
dark is where 
the right way is found, 
cold is what
makes us dress warmer
and hard is how a heart needs
to break so it can become
unbreakable.

Blog: https://auroraborealys.wordpress.com/

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Let’s make some changes

So guys, I already told you I was thinking about changing the guest post categories a bit and I finally partially made my decision. Why partially?

Well, I decided that The Positivity Press and Post Prose will not be a part of the blog anymore but I didn’t delete them permanently I just removed the categories from the Menu bar. The Poetry Bar and #savingme are still up there and your submissions are welcome as always. I was thinking about removing #savingme as well and if I had thought only by stats and data I receive from my blog, then #savingme would definitely go and The Positivity Press would stay but I made the decision made from the stats from my heart.

I think that The Positivity Press was amazing, I love your posts, you were way more active there than you are on #savingme but #savingme is something close to my heart because I’ve been through domestic abuse and, just like Poetry, this is something that is a very big part of my life. I still want to keep the category in hopes more of you will send your stories about abuse and maybe even posts of support for people going through this hell.

But that’s not all. I am also coming up with a new design. I will notify you when it happens. Just to change things around here. I feel like I’ve been really lazy recently when it comes to my blog. I have writer’s block, my schedule is awful etc. I’m just getting back on track because I don’t want to mess up all of this amazing progress we’ve made.

So Luna is getting back to her roots, back to where it all started – BACK TO POETRY! Tell me what you think, send your submissions, write your comments on each other works and keep on being this loving, supportive community you’ve been since day one. Luna loves you all!

Sending love and positive vibes,

Luna

Survivor

We are all survivors,
Of pain,
Gifted by others
As well as ourselves.
Pain that makes us flinch,
Pain we remember for years.

We are all survivors,
Of injustice,
Of when we were shunned
What we truly deserved.
Injustice that pushed us back,
Injustice that roars within us.

We are all survivors,
Of hate,
Sometimes earned,
Sometimes shockingly unearned.
Hate that questioned our worth,
Hate that made us question ourselves.

We are all survivors,
Of circumstances,
That we long knew were coming,
That took us by storm.
Circumstances that passed with heavy damage,
Circumstances that were there to stay.

We are all survivors,
Of love,
The lost, losing and lasting,
The mess within it brings.
Love that made us do the crazy,
Love that made us lose ourselves.

We are all survivors,
For ourselves,
In spite of ourselves.
Survived we have so much.
Survive we will a lot more.
Survive we will!

Blog: https://miawinhertt.wordpress.com

It took me years to come to terms with who I always really was. Now, I want the whole world to know it too. Who am I? I am a struggling author. This poem is an attempt to tell people that they are not alone in their struggles. There are many like them, who are struggling and surviving.

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Genuinely confused

living unaware
the senses do not deceive
perception tilted
an epiphany occurs
this life is a paradox

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Bottle-mail poetry

cork plug

Your mind gripped me
before my hands touched your skin.
Your eyes spoke of love and passion
before your voice even reached my mind.
Your fire molded my heart
before you drowned my body in warmth.
Your lips spoke truth and devotion
before you pressed your smile onto mine.
You taught me what real beauty is
by painting a picture of perfection and virtue
and as long as my heart can see their colors
how can I love another?

bottle base

Blog: http://auroraborealys.wordpress.com/

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Firefly

Autumn winds carrying leaves
like thoughts, endlessly in motion
never at rest, dancing in stories
unwritten and untold.
Ideas unfolding in a forever mystery
of what could be and could have been,
never leaving our mind at peace.
Warm and lively colours painting a picture
of a soul so beautiful that no sadness
can overshade it while tears of joy become
indistinguishable from tears of pain.
They tell a tale of a face so pretty
my eyes cannot rest on it for too long
but my heart can’t stop looking for it
with every beat, in endless search
of a way to feel warmth and a little of the glow
that remained from something once alive.
I take her hand and walk her to the place
our smiles first warmly met before wrapping her
into a hug that would last forever.
It guides my heart like a firefly towards the
coming seasons and if I stay close to its light
maybe I won’t freeze.

Blog: https://auroraborealys.wordpress.com/2019/10/03/firefly/

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