Outside

I'm always waiting outside,

breathing the air of mountains,

watching the far away sky from my feet.

My fingers are straitened.

My fingers are straitened.

I've been spending part of my soul in images,

half of my highway has been wasted in loneliness,

loneliness.

Half of my body is broken, my bones are not here anymore.

I'm a nomad,

talking with myself,

moving by my own,

praying to God, and waiting.

Waiting outside, always outside.

I've been spending my sweat in materialism,

half of my highway has been wasted in delusions,

delusions.

Half of my skin is scratched, my name is not here anymore.

Written By. Simone Berlioz - @xymeon

Photography: Nothing Personal 2009 - Urszula Antoniak, Daniël Bouquet.

Ghostly Conversation

This simple poem is from A. E. Housman's anthology 'A Shropshire Lad'.

It is a conversation between a ghost (in black text), far off and other worldly, and his bold, healthy, and strong living friend, (in red text).

The photograph shows winter ploughing in the English Midlands. The horses belonged to my Grandfather's cousin.

I hope you like the poem, it has been set to great effect by several English composers, alternating between the weak voice of the ghost, and the strong voice of the young ploughman.

Nobody Cares

Wordless Whispers

Silenced Screams

Dried up tears 

And shattered dreams 

Hopes long gone

Nerves on end

broken spirits

soul in pain

messed up thoughts 

utter despair

life’s in shambles

nobody cares! 

Christina Rossetti Poems are deep and sensitive prayers addressed to God. Good Friday is one of those poems that offers a complex and distinct take on faith.

Accomplish

#haiku Take approaching chance Give ample dedication Keep accomplishing. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi). Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤

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Connection

#haiku Simple written piece Intense explicit message Direct connection. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi). Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤

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Your words, promises

I feel your absence

in every moment of my life

flashbacks plague my soul

memories from the past

which we created

in happier times

Words, promises

which your lips whispered

in my ears, into my heart

how could I those moments

forget...?

Time will soon forget them

and bury under dust

deep into the past—

but I'll take them with me

wherever I'll go

I can't forget

any of your words, promises

whispered in my ears—

they will stay alive forever

in my heart, in this life.

.

(c) Floria Trell

Photo: (c) Floria Trell

My love failed

Don't ask me

how much I love you

don't tell me lies

how much you love me

your love was only enough

for the beginning

my love filled the years

years after years ...

trying to convince others

of our happiness

trying to convince

ourselves

belonging to each other

forever—

but my love failed,

my love didn't

make it...

.

(c) Floria Trell

Photo: (c) Floria Trell

Glimpse

#haiku Look besides yourself Waiting countless happiness For your loving glimpse. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi). Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤

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Stream

Easy to thrive in A realm like transparent stream Absent fallacy. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).

Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤

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American

Romeo, I can't see you. What happens when the landscape talks? Juliet? I can’t hear, are you there? Juliet? It happens that I don't hear much. Romeo, I hear you, but Romeo Oh! It happens that I do not see. Juliet? I will fall Romeo if I do not reach you Oh! Juliet? Juliet, the balcony, beware of the b a

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Like golden stars

Turn on the light

let shine your eyes

like golden stars

so far away from me

but you ...

you stand by me,

the deep blue night

hold us tight

and our dreams

dance with the stars ...

(c) Floria Trell

Photo: pixabay.com

John Donne; A Lecture Upon the Shadows

Music

#haiku Mixing words and beats, Recipe of lyrical verse, Yes, it’s melodious. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi). Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤ A haiku in response to this prompt.

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Above the clouds

I still hear your steps

behind me

memories are flying

around me like birds

above the clouds

toward the sky

full of resting, loving souls,

embraced by the magically light

of spring.

Photo & text: ©Floria Trell

Humanity

#haiku Pushing cruelty, Pulling heartwarming people Catching compassion. ©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi). Thank you for connecting with my blog and encouraging me to write more. Would love to get your feedback. Happy Living!❤

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Lost Love

And even if you could

get back to me

to make another choice

to stay by me,

I couldn't promise you

to find this lost love

in my heart again

Because I've lost myself

when you left

leaving me alone-

I've lost my everything,

that was only you...

Photo & Text: (c) Floria Trell