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You ink sonnets on my lips—
a predator cloaked in poetry

With a red pen,
you mark me.

Wayfarer of flesh,
what hymn do your hands compose on my magnolia skin?

Your scent—a verse,
your touch—fire

I bloom, half-open,
poppy-rich, thirsting

This isn’t sin
It’s the paradise we wrote

~ 𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓷𝓪𝓫

Serene skies,
beauty lingers;
stillness hums in warm air.
Soft wind,
quiet wonder,
earth and soul in gentle repair.
Serene dawn,
beauty unfolds,
in hush of morning’s glow,
stillness holds the world,
time suspended,
soft and slow.

#ThePenFlows

Soft hush of rain
a blanket wraps the world in quiet,
each drop a whisper
calming the restless air.

In the silent dawn,
the sun spills gentle fingers,
warming the ache
of shadows left behind.

A breath,
slow and deep,
fills the hollows;
peace settles
like dust on forgotten windowsills.
#SenseWrds74

If I press my palm,
will a misty bloom unfold,
or will only light
pass between us?
A fragile boundary,
strong as longing.

#SenseWrds
Number 74

A breath between worlds
rain silvering the surface,
each drop a tiny mirror
floating, then falling.

My reflection flickers,
a ghost among clouds,
while warmth hesitates
at the cool, clear border.

For those who serve and sacrifice all,
we hold gratitude in our hands,
a silent prayer in our hearts
thank you for walking where the path is dark,
thank you for standing when the world feels heavy.

For those who serve,
we remember.

#memorialday
#remember

In the hush of dawn and the roar of night,
they give their strength,
their courage,
their all
so that others may dream,
so that others may live.

They leave behind the warmth of home,
the laughter of children,
the comfort of familiar arms
to serve,
to protect,
to give all.

They stand in the shadows of duty,
not for glory,
not for praise,
but for something greater than themselves
a promise whispered in the wind,
a hope held in the hearts of many.

For Those Who Serve

Morning light spills across the quiet street,
where echoes linger
footsteps of those who walked before us,
carrying burdens unseen,
voices unheard.

I am just a wayfarer
footsteps etch the amber dawn,
heart a compass lost in swirling mist.
Bridges arch over rivers of shadow and light;
I linger in twilight’s hush,
listening for whispered echoes,
dreaming of lantern-lit homes
beyond the horizon’s edge.

##OurPoetryX

The jungle’s hush:
a breath,
a pulse,
a shadow.
Eyes gleam
hunger,
not fear.
The hunt is silent.
Prey feels the air shift,
the world tenses,
waits for teeth.
Predator prowls,
night’s whisper.

#vss365
#predator

Toxic whispers curl
like smoke in empty rooms,
silent but suffocating
a poison that lingers
beyond the breath,
etching shadows in daylight,
where healing hides,
waiting for the air to clear,
for light to break through the haze.

#vss365
#toxic

🫂

A lone wind hums through hollow streets,
carrying sighs of lost echoes
soft murmurs of memories stitched in shadow.
The sky, bruised in fading indigo,
leans heavy on the aching dusk,
where longing drifts like unraveling threads,
fraying into quiet.

#OurPoetryX
#plaintive

Eclipsing the night,
embers rise, not as flames
but as shadows
that outshine the black,
dancing where the world
believed nothing could grow.

Glowing,
embroidered,
eclipsing,
embers
that refuse to fade.

@firewriters5.bsky.social
#firewriters35
#NephalemVerse
#Amatory

Glowing in embers,
embers that remember
the weight of each spark
the way the fire once roared
before it learned to whisper.

Embroidered in the fire,
stories are stitched
with threads of light and ash,
patterns only the brave
can trace in the dark.

#OurPoetryX @OurPoetryX
Prompt for 24 May

-Tender blush-

The subtle reddening that gives away deep emotion, but isn’t always noticeable… the faint rosy color to an opening flower. Embrace deep feeling through light gestures.

From the vault: Tenderness

I am weightless
suspended in your gravity,
where every breath
echoes your name.

Time bends,
stretches,
holds its breath,
afraid to disturb
this quiet collision.

I am not lost,
only found
in the space where
I fall endlessly
into you.

@amatoryq.bsky.social
#Amatory
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I step
off the edge,
not into air,
but into you
a soft surrender,
a letting go.

Your presence
a current
pulls me gently,
not downward,
but inward,
into depths
I never knew existed.

♥️RedLove♥️
Cherry Blossoms
Under a Cherry Moon

📷 Pinterest

Not gentle, not cruel
she simply was,
a tempest’s heart in human form.
Unbound by rules,
she danced with lightning,
her every gesture a promise of change.
The world trembled at her touch,
and storms bloomed where she walked,
peace following the wild.

#firewriters

She was a tempest’s heart
wild, uncontained,
pulsing with thunder,
her laughter storm-born.
Wind-twisting, whispering fierce echoes,
she bent the world with her breath.
Electric, untamed,
a force of nature wrapped in the skin of a woman,
her spirit vast as the sky.

Narwhal glides through icy blue,
a spiral tusk, a secret clue.
Beneath the waves, the silent call
mystery swims, enchanting all.
A unicorn of ocean’s deep,
where currents whisper, secrets keep.
Narwhal dreams in liquid night,
a silver ghost in filtered light.

#vss365

Gentle waves wash shore,
Whispers cleanse the weary soul,
New dawn, fresh and bright.

#inkMine

Her first life she was a #narwhal
Second, a carnival
Gypsy queen
Third she became
A star in the big dipper
But everytime she’s in my heart
I am the sea the sky and cosmos
Whatever wherever she be
I follow

#vss365

Tender blush unfurls at dawn,
pink whispers on petals,
soft as a sigh on cheeks.
A fleeting promise,
warm and shy,
soon lost in light,
fading gently into day’s embrace.

#OurPoetryX

Thank you 🙏🏻

#OurPoetryX
@OurPoetryX
#Caress
#Triolet
#micropoetry
#Amwriting

Fingertips brushing on skin
a slow, sweet river,
Each touch a whisper,
each sigh a promise,
Warmth lingers,
night hums,
Love is the quiet,
the gentle,
the hush,
A caress that never ends,
Soft as a dream,
deep as dawn,
A world in your hand.

#OurPoetryX