Tag: The Art of Writing

In your side of the earth, there’s rain, in my side of the earth, there’s sun and we aren’t together, even though our skies are same every night I weave moon in my sky, sail it through the wind to your land, with a hope to reach your window, Love, every night when you see […]

via The days of separation — The Poetic Elixir

There comes a night, when even sky and the moon bid farewell to each other. The two lovers dwell deep in darkness, when their fate keeps them hidden. The sky seems lost and the moon is forbidden to be. Oh, how I see the mournful sky that has drowned itself in the ocean of despair. […]

via Tears of Stars — Fab Writings

oh how i seem to have lost myself, in her gaze as oh i find her, in a cute sweater; spectacled and oh i knew, that oh i wanted to be the only reflection, that she forms in her oh so lovely eyes. oh how i could see, patches of light, in her eyes wishing […]

via the spectacled one — …

I heard your whispers in the night a Zephyr carried them with its broad-winged flight a deep heartfelt sound as I was about to turn around You woke up all the sleeping fragrance from the ground even at a distance pervaded my senses pushed past my defenses You lifted the colossal boulder blocking my vision […]

via Whispers in the Night — Musings

Sometimes when you have no better sense, and you are seeking a lonely place, you can drive out past Akron, where Highway U crosses the strait. A place that has not changed much since 1948. A murmuring of spirits, a train that digs for bones. What you hear when you listen closely is a couple […]

via Lonnie & Truman — Daniel Swearingen

My hands are silver grey coated in moon dust warpaint ready to fight my fears away Moonshine flows from my fingers streams of ancient light running back to you it is me pulled by the hands of time back into your arms tonight coming to accept the quiet invitation of your eyes… – Jen

via — Blase’

Tipsy gypsy wind hoisting my white dress like a flag in surrender as stardust shimmers between the grass where we crash into the garden the scent of your perfume perking up the flowers wildly roaming about us Lingering in sunset I watch the colours drain from your eyes down into my Soul… – Jen

via — Blase’

After all these years, In an unguarded moment of playful banter, when you ask me if I love you, I squeeze your hand and smile… those three words Are a mere reflection Of what I feel inside. Our love has come a long way From the initial flutter of the heart To the blinding sunshine […]

via If I love you… — forgottenmeadows

I tore your picture in my memories into pieces, which flowed down through my eyes as droplets of tears. Infinite tears spread over me, glistening with the refelctions of your face, still very safe in my heart…haunting me with your love once again!!! Copyright 2019 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)

via Haunting love — The words untrammelled..

If love was coffee I’d add a bit more milk to mine Being bitter is fine, But not always That’s not right. If love was coffee I’d stir the sugar nice Until homogeneously mixed Bitter on top, too sweet down bottom, Now that’s horrible Don’t you think. If love was coffee I’d have it twice […]

via If love was coffee — The Rendezvous Club

Love is the chances of finding inner peace and bliss in life. All we crave for love, we want to feel it for our soul and inspire others. Love is incalculable, because it is neither small or big love is either there or not. Love is based on feelings. The ability to love is developed […]

via Love, Love, Love — easydiet.blog

I’ve seen people search for love so much, I decided to write something on a part of it. This is my attempt. It’s about where a certain someone looks for love and where they’ll end up finding it. It goes a little something like this: “I’ve seen you look for love in everything that is over-sized”…..

via Little pockets of love. — My Spirals

The days draw painfully long, my love without you in it The night a torturous silence, my love when you are not in my bed A meal for two, my love is now a punch in my gut and I cannot eat a morsel thank you, my love let me thank you for a lesson […]

via My Love — The writer’s blogk

Sorcery of Thorns by Margaret Rogerson Expected Publication: June 4th 2019 Page Count: 464 Genres: YA Fantasy Goodreads // Wordery // Book Depository

via WOW: Sorcery of Thorns — Foxes and Fairy Tales: A Book Blog