Cloudless sky a sight to be seen
Waves of blue like a tranquil dream
Sunlight shines, bright ray.
Flowers greet the day.
Warm ballet
Gentle theme.
Tranquil Moments
Tag: poem
In the Silence of Creativity
There’s nothing to write
Writers block is such a fright
Working day and night.
Searching for the right words now,
Silence echoes through my mind.
AAA/MAD
Row Your Life
Thanks for Fandango. Check out the challenge here.
Row your life in a new way,
Don’t follow paths where others stay.
Try the road that’s fresh and bright,
You might find your heart’s delight.
Take a chance, embrace the view,
Seek the wondrous and the true.
With each turn, let your dreams show,
Row your life where you want to go.
Giving It Her Best
She wakes with a sigh,
Ready to try,
But doubt fills her mind,
Leaving joy far behind.
Giving it her best,
But feels like a test.
Smiles hide the ache,
Dreams feel like they break.
Others cheer loud,
But she feels lost in the crowd.
Each day feels the same,
Struggling with shame.
Still, she stands tall,
Hiding her fall.
Giving it her best,
But feeling no rest.
FOWC – A Farewell to My Old Self
On April 3rd, Fandango challenge us to use the word Farewell in any way that inspired us. Check out the site here.
Here is my try.
Farewell, my old self, it’s time to part,
You’ve been my companion, close to my heart.
Through every high and every low,
You’ve shaped my journey, helped me grow.
Though I’m moving on to find my way,
I’ll cherish the memories, come what may.
You’re a part of me, forever will be,
Farewell, dear self, I’m setting you free.
Honeyed Moments
Time drips like honey,
Footsteps linger, moments pause,
In the day’s soft glow.
Breeze of Tranquility
Gentle as a breeze,
Whispers of comfort and peace,
Warmth in faded dreams.
Echoes of Time
Secrets held in stone,
Ancient whispers rise and fall,
Time’s great monument.
Whispers of Breath
Breath of life within,
Expansion with every gasp,
Whispers of the wind.
Resilience in Blossom
Bending without break,
Reaching up to sunny skies,
Life’s resilience sings.
Nothing is beyond our grasp.
Keep on pushing up higher.
Fleeting Moments
Breaking Free
Why am I so shy,
Always have been,
Need to socialize with others,
But it’s hard to begin.
I watch from afar,
As friends laugh and play,
Wishing I could join,
But my words fade away.
A smile, a wave,
That’s a start, I know,
Step by step I’ll try,
To let my true self show.
In time I might find,
A way to break free,
To share my own laughter,
And just be me.
Bark of The Day #1
Bark of the Day
de·but – dāˈbyo͞o/
Noun - a person's first appearance or performance in a particular capacity or role.
Verb - perform in public for the first time.
mid 18th century: from French début, from débuter ‘lead off’.
RULES – Have fun!
Write a post in 33 words using “This debut is …” somewhere in the post.
Here’s mine
In twilight’s glow, her dreams debut,
A canvas whispered, colors anew.
With trembling heart, she boldly takes the stage,
Each note a story, a turning page.
Hope dances bright, as fears gently subdue.
The Enchanted Dance of Mindy and Tiny
Mindy and Tiny, two fairies so bright,
Danced under the moon’s gentle light.
With sparkles and cheer,
They spread joy far and near,
Their friendship a dazzling delight!
Pillars of Hope
I stand beneath the weight of stone and time,
a pyramid rising, majestic yet shy.
They say the ancients built with their blood,
a dowry of labor cast in sun-baked clay—
each brick a breath, a tale left to weave,
while shadows dance, they bury their sighs.
Every layer screams of sacrifice and longing.
Yet the summit remains just a ghost of hope,
billowing clouds trapped in a frame of despair,
waiting for eyes that no longer look up,
parked in the mundane, forgetting the climb.
Lungs full of dreams, yet we spin in the grind,
scaffolding our lives with remnants of fear,
fingernail scratches etched on the surface,
clowns to our stories, obscuring the truth.
Every layer screams of sacrifice and longing.
What if we chipped away at the stone of doubt?
With soft whispers, we could carve a new path,
embellishing each moment, weaving it tight
into pyramids of shared laughter and light.
Dude, we are builders, not just remnants of time—
let’s tear down the silence, rise to the sky.
Every layer screams of sacrifice and longing.
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