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Talia Devora
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Poetess, visual artist and lifestyle/quiz writer! My pastimes include reading, sleeping, gaming, music, fitness, etc! Be yourselves, be kind and value life! Let's connect and be friends!
My IG accounts: @tdwrites24 & @tdcreates97
Stories (399/0)
Fresh Out Of The Oven
Baked cake hot and tasty I won’t get myself burnt I’m still fresh out of the oven go slow! Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Poets
The Case Is Now Closed
I made inquiries I was gifted good answers; the case is now closed! Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Poets
Cactus
My feet will touch her my legs will sting like crazy; she’s a spiked cactus! Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Poets
Peace & The Talking Flower
Let Nature be your teacher. - William Wordsworth. Once upon a time, there was a dark blonde haired, rosy-cheeked, bubbly, free-spirited, caring, and adorable 8-year-old girl named Peace. She lived in a comfy, cottage-resembling, gorgeous, little mahogany house on top of a green hill, surrounded by a large variety of plants and trees. Nature and the outdoors were Peace’s best friends; she’d notice the flowers greet the sun and clouds, frolic in the rain and puddles, cuddle with the trees, and take afternoon naps on the grassy green hills. These were the simplest things that fed her soul every spring.
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Fiction
Sweet Fuchsia Meadows
Sweet fuchsia meadows sprinkled with tickle-me-pink petaled statuettes. Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Poets
Springtime Treasures
Peering out the window hearing, praying, sleeping to the teatime hymn of goldfinch birds. Thank you for taking the time to read another one of my poems. If you enjoyed this poem, please give it a ❤️, share it with others, comment, and please feel free to send me a tip/pledge to show your appreciation and support. To find and read more exciting content, please consider subscribing and visiting my public profile. Stay tuned for more poetry, recipes, stories, and much more!
By Talia Devora2 months ago in Poets
The Boy & The Tree
I guess being homeless isn’t as bad as I thought. At least I get to develop a strong bond with Mother Earth. Tuval, a depressed, withdrawn, bookish 14-year-old high school student, felt no more warmth, comfort, peace, and confidence in his life. The family’s vast, beige, villa-style house became a war zone; Tuval heard nothing but constant yelling, cursing, breaking glass, punching holes in the walls, and kicking cabinets. His bald, grumpy, sociopathic alcoholic father ruled the home with his cold-hearted nature. His miserable, indifferent, prune-coloured haired, overweight mother never listened to what he had to tell her about how he felt about his family. She always dismissed him and said things like, “Man up! It is a part of life!" Him and his brothers were at odds; they never got along and they had nothing in common with Tuval, so he’d often be seen spending time in his bedroom alone every night after dinner. The whole concept of family living covered his body with goosebumps.
By Talia Devora3 months ago in Fiction
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