A.M. Harte

Joined May 2021

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Bio

A.M. Harte has dreamed of being a published author ever since she was a little girl. She lives on the Canadian prairies and writes poems and stories inspired by life's struggles, always with a hint of optimism.

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Nature's Art
Carefree caresses Reverently kiss soft skin Perfumed with thistles * Footprints in the dirt Temporary tattoo ink
By A.M. Harteabout a year ago in Poets
Under the storm
Beneath crashing waves Gills flutter untouched by wind Where storms can't harm them
By A.M. Harteabout a year ago in Poets
Cold Secrets
Stony secrets hide Between crooked crevasses Cold and motionless
By A.M. Harteabout a year ago in Poets
Stony Secrets
Crystal waterfalls Plunge with mystic majesty From soaring summits
By A.M. Harteabout a year ago in Poets
Jagged Peaks
Jagged peaks rise up Divine gowns fashioned from clouds Adorned in gemstones
By A.M. Harteabout a year ago in Poets
The Magic of Fall
The chilly breeze tickled my face Slapping my hair against my cheeks As I stood and soaked in wisdom With each crisp breath
By A.M. Harte2 years ago in Poets
Rushing Shadows
*chirp* *chirp* *chirp* I open my eyes. I’m flooded with confusion. I reach up to touch my face, groping around for my glasses, but they aren’t there. There is nothing but a blur in front of me. Blurry blobs of colour bleed together.
By A.M. Harte2 years ago in Fiction
Recovered Identity
Weeping on the front steps I knew that she was gone. My tears flowed freely Shattering like glass Fragments spewed across the lawn
By A.M. Harte2 years ago in Poets
The Lightbearer’s Stone
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. When the frosts of winter fell across the branches and withered the flowers, when snow hid the thick, mossy clumps, building up in little peaks against the dormant tree trunks, the valley stood empty.
By A.M. Harte2 years ago in Fiction
Unapologetically Me
I've always felt a little out of place in life. It sometimes felt like I was an alien, born on the wrong planet, or maybe in the wrong time. My inner world didn't match my outer reality, much of the time.
By A.M. Harte2 years ago in Motivation
Your Presence
The breeze tickles my skin As my feet take steps, one by one I slow and turn my face towards the sky Breathing deeply, I close my eyes for a moment
By A.M. Harte3 years ago in Poets
The Distance Between
The distance between them is vast Crossing icy blue rivers, Mountains, hills, and forests, Prairie fields adorned with purple weeds
By A.M. Harte3 years ago in Poets

A.M. Harte

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Nature's Art

Under the storm

Cold Secrets

Stony Secrets

Jagged Peaks

The Magic of Fall

Rushing Shadows

Recovered Identity

The Lightbearer’s Stone

Unapologetically Me

Your Presence

The Distance Between

Stories (20/0)