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[haikugem]

Roses

I adore you the way bees Adore flowers

saturnstar | Niyanta S | zee Made on Haikugem

[myquestformeestaceesm]

A Search for Fairies

I went on a search for fairies to see what I could see but alas! I did not see them for they kept avoiding me I went out into a wooded place with all of nature in it’s bloom the flowers opened, grass was green and blue dragonflies did zoom. A little brook was bubbling and carried leaves so swift and light I was sure the fairies would appear but none came into sight. I saw berries so red and succulent and a little squirrel eating them with fur like toasted chestnuts and eyes like amber gems I thought the fairies would be here and as I saw none came into view I sat down and enjoyed the surroundings I figured this scene would have to do.                                         ---Ava Nerio (My Quest For Meestaceesm)

[mayapoetbe]

The result. I love being creative. I love art - writing, painting, making pictures. I love to try new styles. What kind of art do you do? * * * #art #creative #poet #poetry #create #writers #igpoetry #poetryofinsta #author #poetrylovers #createcreate #writers_creed #mayapoetbe #spilledink #writtings #smallpoems #shortpoem #micropoetry #modernpoetry #newpoetry #youngwriters #femalepoets https://www.instagram.com/p/B3-PlB4Fx_L/?igshid=3tsj3eu6uxwg

[sojc123]

Poem: "All Lights." #poem #poets #poems #dailypoem #poet #stars #astral #dreams #words #neverunderestimate #smallpoems #writs #lesson #poemdaily #literature #writ #poetry #poetrycommunity #readpoetry #poetryisalive @bymepoetry

[vinegarandvanilla-blog]

Back at it, yo. 🙌🏼#hollaatchagirl #poetry #smallpoems #wanderer #poetrysaveslives #poetrymatters #middleagedwoman #middleagedpoet #cantstopwontstop (at Aptos, California)

[forensic-houseian]

✏️: Letter to my Niece, Should She Ever Meet Our (Current) President, 2017 #amwriting #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #publishedpoet #smallpoems

[amara-amaryah]

last year, the sky spoke to me in all sorts of languages and i stopped to listen and observe and was encouraged to repeat what i heard but i think i got selfish and hid all of her secrets and poems. i hid them. i told them to myself and mixed them into my own vocabulary until i couldn’t rid them from my mouth until they became more than me until i could speak them audibly convincingly it’s hard to breathe out words you dont believe in so i took them away and became them. and now, at the end of it all i spread myself out for all to read, and share myself as openly as the sunset does to the world as she did to me, as she taught me - so easily, so vulnerably.

- upon learning to be vulnerable.

amaryah.

[haikugem]

Empty Rooms

Walls echoes your name A bittersweet reminder That love's an unfair game

z0 | Lunarlyrx_ | ishtarrina Made on Haikugem