Beauty in the strangest of places
Velvet painted roses
Strawberries and cream
Itching for something sweet
Like honey rolling off the tongue
Sickly sweet words
Tell me with haste
All your deceptions in one place
For me to absorb
Pretty little lies
Even more beautiful than twilight nights
Twisting tall tales
Siren to my shore
I eagerly await your hypnotic melodies
Take me to the undercurrent of song
Break me out
Lead me on
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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I can finally see the light Even in the dark Through the crack under the door Lying under my blankets, And I've been hiding here Feeling like a failure at life Unsure of my next move Listening to the devil on my shoulder. It gets a little overwhelming And my mental health gets the better of me Ending up feeling like it's a fight for my life Drowning in my self-doubts I'm ready to quit I think I've had enough.
By Tressa Rose3 months ago in Poets
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
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Comments (7)
This is how I used to feel my ex narc... I shudder with this poem, it brings chills to my spine. I relate to this alot. well done.
Oooo, I second what Rob said below! It flows so smoothly like honey both ways! Loved it!
A beautiful poem that flows like honey in either direction! Great work, Tressa Rose.
Simply lovely. Great job.
Beautiful poem! 💓
Another great poem
beautiful!