5 Short Poems To Kick Off the Weekend
Soul Passion poetry, imagine if we followed what the heart wants instead of trying to fit in a mold created by others. Oh how happy we’d be.
Soul Passions
You would think that if people found something that truely lit their soul on fire, they would sit and spend hours forging themselves in that fire.
But they don’t.
They boil these passions down, only to ruminate in the after hours of work about them.
Wondering why others have the sword ironed from their gifts.
Forging
The Human Spirit
constantly bound by the thoughts of should and would.
immovable by the bondage of darkened thoughts.
Cold and complacent.
instead, why not
why not fuel the fire deep with in ourself.
the spark that is our right, that is our gift
made into a roaring fire by the passionate timbers of am and will.
A warmth and the heat
the steam engine of the heart.
In Spirit
As we travel through the realms of thoughts and physical reality
twisting and unwinding
finding itself and coming together at evening breaking
floating and reminisant of time, past.
of moment, embrace and warm, present.
of growth and unity, our future.
till death, our grief, a reminder as to why we choose each other lifetime after lifetime.
My home.
my beacon, I will always come to you.
Our spirit braided with love and acceptance.
a reflection of ourself.
Together becoming one.
In the Cottage Up the Road
In the cottage up the road, our lovers coop.
a homestead where love is cultivation and harmony in authority
my what bliss.
blessings of kin and harvest.
another busy day of loving you.
In the cottage up the road, lives a widow.
with weeds and overgrown shrubs
a garden no longer cared for, overrun from the lack of daily devotion.
you, my love, will never faulter.
under my care, you shall blossom, a daisy loved for is beauty and praised for is sweet kindness.
the sweetest apples, for my lips to kiss
the soft caress of you.
Final Embers
and in our final moments
the fires of passion winding down
time a breeze, fanning the flames of us
erradic at first, a spark, fueled by the unknown, a curiousity of what’s to come.
burning down the walls and barriers between us,
fueled later with consistency and devotion.
the choice to keeep the fire lit.
A promise to come feel its warmth night after night
but as all things do, we too must renew.
the fire steadies with controllable a burn, familiar to us both.
but one day, when one of us parts so does the fire.
the other, the final embers.
Burning with a longing for you.
till the embers grow cold, and our seeds grow settled ash.
Maria
About the Creator
Maria Sanchez
A fan of literature and art. Collector of tea cups that have gone cold, stained paintbrushes, and memories of this precious life.
If you wanna change the word, change yourself.
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