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  • once_upon_my_poetry 3d

    Insecurities

    Very often our insecurities
    speak with with a tongue
    that stutters and
    lips that quiver.
    The sound resonates
    with an intensity
    that shatters our bruised
    and fractured hearts.
    We hurt and bleed
    from within from all
    the splinters and
    sharp edges.
    We’re very
    good at breaking
    ourselves.
    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 4d

    Candles and Sandalwood

    A handmade wind chime
    sways on my balcony,
    as the wind blows in
    billows of saline mist
    and rhythms from the sea.
    Loosely hanged drapes
    swell over the open window
    of my chamber.
    Laced cushions and
    unkempt satin sheets
    glimmer under the soft
    light of dripping candles.
    Crushed incense burns into fragrant
    spices and sandalwood,
    infuses with the aroma of the sea.
    Our silhouettes flicker against the wall.
    We combine. Kissing.
    Our lips sipping each
    other’s glasses of poetry.

    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 4d

    My ultra feminine poem😊☀️☀️☀️

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    Feminine Energy

    She bathes in golden drops of sunrise.
    The morning braids her hair with
    flaxen threads and sparkling sequins.
    She embodies warmth and beauty like the amber sun,
    glides gracefully like the yellow moon.
    Her blossoms are scented and her fruit is citrus.
    Yet she’s a tree whose stem
    has grown thick like a cactus,
    her leaves have curled into needles,
    and her roots are deep and thriving.
    She survives and refuses to be weak and submissive.
    Her spirit radiates with the glare of
    feminine energy;
    the duality of delicate and indomitable.
    She’s a miracle.
    A sensational woman.
    Every woman. She’s you and me.
    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 5d

    Love

    You’re not just a random thought
    that crosses my mind.
    You’re the touch of spring
    that awakens the slumbering buds
    of passion in my soul.
    The surge of emotions
    that fuels my flesh
    with flames that blush.
    The flow of waves lapping
    with an elysian rhythm
    on the shore of my heart.
    Your love is the birthing of euphoria
    in the gushing streams of my blood.
    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 1w

    Senses

    I hope this life
    will teach you;
    to kiss with lips
    that don’t touch.
    To touch with the
    beats of your heart
    To speak with
    the touch of your
    fingertips.
    I hope this life
    will teach you
    kindness.


    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 1w

    Nighttime

    A blotch of ink stains
    the sky’s garment,
    suffuses into shades of darkness.
    The sliver moon floats over
    dimming lanterns,
    while weariness drifts into drowsiness,
    and sounds are lulled to sleep.
    But you and I,
    we’re night wanderers.
    We sail on a sea of fantasy,
    looking for constellations
    in each other’s eyes,
    Our bodies heave and lunge
    on the swelling bosom
    of dreams.
    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 1w

    Artwork: Orange Red Sunrise, Roos Schuring

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    Sunrise

    Morning ignites and spreads like a raging wildfire.
    Hope is seeping through fractures in the leaden sky,
    and spills over the horizon in shades of gleaming orange.
    Our souls bathe in medicinal flames.
    We’re cleansed. Ready to embrace a new day.
    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 1w

    Artwork: Winter Fire, Leonid Afremov

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    December

    Wafts of pine trees spice.
    A sky smeared
    with ashen fleece.
    Wisps of smoke
    rise from ancient hearths
    to lick the lips of frost.
    The wheezing wind
    exhales ice,
    settles on
    slanted rooftops.
    Ovens are roasting
    under auburn eaves.
    Chestnut scents
    mingle with memories
    of lights and festive trees,
    and years adorned
    with giggles and tears.


    ©once_upon_my_poetry

  • once_upon_my_poetry 1w

    An awesome friend shared this with me, and I want to share it with all of you.😊💖

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    “ If one advances confidently in the
    direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours”
    - Henry David Thoreau

  • once_upon_my_poetry 2w

    Fading

    Haiku

    Bejeweled sand prints.
    Waves of oblivion erase,
    faint sweet memories.


    ©once_upon_my_poetry