Him
His speech is articulately filled with substance,
with a certain rhythm to it.
Rooted, but he flows.
I love how he engages me with intelligent conversations
How we can talk about literary anything and everything hours on end.
The work of his hands totally stimulates my senses just as much.
The man with the Midas touch!,
his grip says much without him saying a word.
He crafts with precision and gentleness .
He aims for depth and meaning in his mission.
you can tell he is in touch with his spirituality and is emotionally available.
He sings his heart out too
He is subtle in his message and tones but i get him , i do .
Hes got a husky voice ,a jazzy feel, that mature sound for the grown
His versatile tho , infact i love everthing he churns,
I love his taste.
He is Raw, passionate
You can feel him in your soul
He is creativity, he is skill,
He ignites my senses.
Hes depth and he is light
He engages my elements
He is Art.
verygrey
passionate about poetry,art
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verygrey 5w
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verygrey 10w
Self exam
I inquire this of my soul,
What do you long for?
I pen this to my heart,
Why wont you heal?!
I say this of my trembling hands,
Please fight for life
Finally i declare this to my spirit
It is well with you! -
verygrey 12w
Her heart is very much like the Seasons of the year
Its has memories of a cold ravaging Winter nights
The endurance of Rainy days that triggered growth
But also in its depths Theres is
the exquisite Spring sprouting for dear life!
The triumph of Summer birthing a new sunny day . -
verygrey 12w
How I remember her
Its possible you couldve met her at a different time , another dimension or in another life altogether.
But i have vivid memories of her when she graced my timeline,
I mean ,
The strength in her Resilience
The stretch of her tenacity
The stride in her efforts.
The serenity in her calmness
The depth of her soul
The purity within her spirit.
The brighteness of her smile
The beauty of her stature
The warmth of her presence.
The sincerity in her kindness
The care in her fondness
The integrity in her ways.
The justice in her walk
The audacity in her will
The truth in her speech.
The Faith in her prayers
The worship in her song
The praise on her mouth .
The poetry in her heart
The art within
The light that shines forth. -
verygrey 13w
Poetry
Written or spoken riddles
Relaying mysteries,moods ,memories.
Deciding to speak for those whom life rendered speechless
Speaking to those who have an ear for creativity
Nuggets to awaken to devine truths, to empower ,
To empathize , to relate
Oh its not for gloomy days only
Theres love , serenity, affirmation ,triumph, awareness , gracefullness decoded in its melodious rhythmic and artistic form
Poetry for me is all the above and so much more😍 -
verygrey 13w
Grey
Grey
The most underrated colour
I think it is more peaceful than white
You see shes gotta style and grace
Black used to be a favorite but Grey does things to me now but i guess its okay coz i didnt stray too far.
They say its absence of colour makes it dull but i say i dont like it loud anyway
Calm , a perfect neutral , conservative , elegant did I mention sophisticated ?
i could almost relate!
Maybe thats why it tickles my fancy , oh Grey -
verygrey 13w
Loved differently
My kids
They are loved equally but not same ,
You see , i have more conversations with Sis but Lil man gets more cuddle time.
More dances with Sue and creativity sessions are dominated by Troy.
We fight a bit with girl but boy get s more tough love.
But trust them to warm my heart with the sweetest love,
diffrently -
verygrey 59w
this year i was strong next year i want to be happy
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...eventually soulmates meet for they have the same hiding place....
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.....if you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those imposters the same.. if you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with Kings and not lose the common touch.. yours is the earth and evrything in it....
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writersbay 5w
Write a poem with two sides, right and left. (Two themes)
Example in the background. Let us know if you have any questions.
Tag and share with #twosidesc.
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Threaded out ends
of a story
pricks me daily,
a wounded body
bleeds on papers
©thousand_splendid_thoughts
