PRETTY IN PINK

 Pretty in Pink

 

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Petals drift in the warm breeze.

Pretty in pink, they flutter.

The fragrance tickles my nose.

Velvety soft to the touch.

My senses engaged.

My mind is at rest.

No need for worries.

No need for more words.

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EMPTY INSIDE

By Rhaevyn Hart

 

Do you feel empty inside?

You have nothing to offer the world.

No words of wisdom to share.

No pretty pictures to paint.

No music to play.

This isn’t true.

Everyone has something to offer.

Let no one make you feel unimportant.

Each of us has an important role to play.

What is yours?

THIS WALL

 

 

THIS WALL

 

Words fill the crevices of my mind.

Emotions that are too hard to find.

 

Love poetry trembles from my lips.

Your passion I can bear in small sips.

 

Behind closed eyes, I can still see your face.

Hard features I cannot seem to erase.

 

Filled pages fall from my open fingers.

The unspoken love sonnet still lingers.

 

Maybe I should burn my wall of pages

To help clear my mind of these wild rages.

WHY DO WE WRITE?

THE BLUE

 

 

The blue sucks me in.

Velvet petals caress my face.

A buzzing bee whizzes past.

I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.

My head spins from its heady fragrance.

Lines of poetry beg to be written.

Will I yield to the blue darkness?

It’s a trap I cannot escape.