Poetry from the soul

The hall was bare, the room empty All that could be heard was the echo of her breathing The air was dull and sorrow filled this place. She sat as though in another world, her face was clear and her eyes pleaded for help. This was not her place, she did not belong. Others trailed back and forth as if... Sign in to see full entry.

The brittle, brash comments are fired but the soul is bullet proof. I will exist and rise above the quarrel and bitterness that envelops me. Inadequacy is the perpetrator. Numbness of emotion is associated with its voice. Quietly one ignores the burden of its action and emerges triumphant. Turn your... Sign in to see full entry.

I have been blessed by the gift of my children. Unconditional love - they listen and talk, they understand and cajole me. They are special and make me selfless. My love for them is greater than the life I gave them. Their talents I encourage and I bolster their confidence and love their... Sign in to see full entry.

Love is mellow, relaxing epitomising the state of mental well being. Giving essential nutrients for a healthy growth, cannot be sold or bought and is free and willing. Needs no fertilisation - just grows under its own natural influence of the other. Its warmth is greater than the rays of the sun -... Sign in to see full entry.