Poetry writers

  • The Carpet

    The wind was crisp and the sun sang warm to my skin. The rest of the world was too fast to know bliss like that. The truth is: the truth is too expensive; a depth of emotion most are unwilling… Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse of Mine

    Where do you go, sweet bell? Where do you hide when I long to feel your voice sing through my bones? I only know you; the place I call home. I only know you, dear constant voice of heart, of… Continue reading

  • The Web

    It is beautiful, I think, to be a very small thread on the web of it all. Continue reading

  • Little Light

    What colour shall I paint my sky? Soft-pink and grey: clouds of spun sugar, sweet dreams that drift me to life? Bring me a cool breath of clarity. Bring me a little light, and I will shine it, wherever I… Continue reading

  • Sweet and Quiet

    The sweet and quiet of life is where my soul belongs. The essence of a strawberry. The taste of the softest kiss beneath a swaying tree. It is not all that I am, this sweet and quiet that calls me.… Continue reading

  • My Sun

    When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading