Light Heart in a world of Gray Embers
A poem of hope in a world full of war
The light heart glides, though not so free
Amidst color, music and sweetness,
Against monochrome, silence and bitter truths
The taste of charcoal chokes me, and I recall reality.
Just as beautifuly plumed birds decorate the streets
Now the dull pastel scorch my eyes, like ash
Not of the Phoenix, but if Surt’s hate.
About the Creator
Shelby R Perez
I am a college student and lover/writer of fiction and poetry, especially Fairytails and mythology. I am working to become a published author, using my love for myths and legends to reintroduce gods, spirits, demons and heroes.
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She loves me
She loved me. When I was small and my wee stayed to the paper. When I was rumpled skin and floppy big paws and big eyes looking up and waiting for her hands to find me, scooping me up and bringing me into her. And we were happy, so happy, so very, very happy. I was so happy to see her and danced my circles so she'd know how much I wanted nothing more than for her to hold me. I'd wrap, wiggle, wiggle and wrap my growing body with my bestest happy dance, slumping and kerplumping into her warm parts just like she liked me to. She was there and I was there, and we were there together, and it was perfect. Oh, how she loved me! We spent all our time together, playing inside, outside, up, down, going round and round. And she petted me and called me good girl when I made poops, and sometimes when I weed in her front yard or the neighbor's, and I was the best girl. For her, I really was! And she scratched me behind my ears, and it was heaven. I aowooo my joy! And she aowoooed hers too.
By Christy Munson6 days ago in Fiction
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That was extremely powerful! Loved your poem!