A place of warmth I sought after.
A place of love,peace and laughter.
A kind of maternal cove.
A safe place, that of a kindling dome.
A place could call home...
For a while I dwell in the wind of cold .
And took a stretch through stories untold.
Plenty was learnt through friends who foe.
My thrive did not die.
For I knew I would arrive home...
I came to realize that home is not a place.
Nor is it a pre-residential familiar face.
It is a lighter tone from which affection is prone.
A garden of no poison thron, that is home...
No cold,just warmth of radiant gold.
A door I sought after now open to that foretold.
Through every storm and road I have roamed,
Loving you feels like finally coming home...
Contest: When the toilet paper is
almost gone.
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
Although I never reached paniky mode,
I don't recall ever being more traumatized
Than when we were invaded by COVID-19.
Until then, I had never seen empty shelves
In a grocery store. No water; No toilet paper.
There had been a fire crisis in our state
Some years prior to COVID- 19. Tragedy
Struck and burned down the town of Paradise,
Ca., killing 85 people. Perhaps that was when we became more aware of the importance of crisis preparation and being able to calmly move into a crisis mode when or if the situation demanded it.
So when COVID-19 came upon us in 2020,
It seemed that toilet paper was one of the
The most sought after products in the market place. Bottled water and toilet paper flew of the shelves.
When I noticed it, I said to myself,
"No need to fear because my dear wife has
Planned for such a situation". So, I was
Relaxed as I shopped for other things. We
Were a long way from being out of toilet paper.
To frolic amongst the daisies and posies is to relish
in the sweet drink of victory over a despicable,
old, and much-sought-after foe.
It is a feeling akin to splashing cold basin water
upon the face after hard work—lips chapped
by sun, sweat, and the long, tired day crowded
amongst them.
Reclaim possession; bring it home.
Long has this expected arrival been awaited;
arrangements have been in accordance with plans
premade for preparations upon this date.
Man dares not tickle the fickle temper of these
sisters of fate. Complaints remain an undertone, and
resentment answers not to “Pardon” on and on again.
In their ever-glow elegance, brilliant
refractions sway off their decadent dress.
Jellyfish patience is slow, a romantic cadence.
Contracting movements make the sway
feel like a swarm in the warmth of the elicit impress.
HALLMARKED INDIVIDUALITY
autonomous
complexities
increasingly
intact
opted
isolation
ascetically
sought-after
creativity
in
stability
stimulates
&
fascinates
artistic
genius
SCATTERED CONCEALMENTS-:-
mimetic
imagination
camouflaged
heightened
resemblance
in a QUEST OF OBLIVION
chance
happenings
sought-after
self-referential
superiority
of SEQUENTIAL AESTHETICS
inimitable
familiar
inevitability
unfocused
atmospheres
is like trying to find gold
in a bowl of white rice.
I found poetry
instead.
This one isn't a pearl
of wisdom or meaning,
but dirty truth;
a common rock,
cold and uncollected.
I listened to 'The Fray'
tonight, which I rediscovered
by accident
because I told Siri to play
'Two Step'
by Dave Matthews.
One followed the other
because I pay for Apple Music,
even if I drive a less-
than-sought-after Toyota
Corolla.
A man I love was once
a marine.
He doesn't know what he
wants hard enough to chose
a direction.
I know my North and South.
I have chosen true
West from East
and found myself
somewhere
in the middle of nowhere.
The Goo Goo Dolls
are playing one of my favorites,
'Better Days'
and someone else,
other than me,
is listening.
Long sought-after, cosmic connection -
In your embrace - love.. protection.
* 'A Romantic, passionate, or sad Crystalline Poem' Poetry Contest
* Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
* Entered on: 2/1/2026
Running circles in my mind,
I'm going through this blind.
Knowing I'm honest and kind,
Always feeling left behind,
Reminds me of my connection.
An astral affection,
Healing that section.
A collection of thought,
Was keeping me distraught,
I bought into what I was taught.
Sought after material things,
Only to see what it brings.
As I cling to what I believe,
My security in what I'll receive.
Retrieving stored information,
From a place I use to play in.
Staying true to what I knew,
This was all about you,
Viewing from a new direction,
Showing me my reflection.
The rejection,
My own form of protection,
As I questioned reality.
Unaware the answer I see,
Is always in front of me.
My future and history,
Are evolving the mystery.
I'm solving puzzles daily,
Without being able to see.
Spiraling into destiny,
Circling repeatedly,
Blind faith teaching me,
All I need to be.
DEFINITION OF ME.
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect though not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability to now a transformation of complete sovereignty over limiting beliefs
where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasures and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which we all have been chosen to live
An individual of confidence no longer held back by a mindset of recurring cognitive distortion
Shedding layer by layer from the person who once was to a rebirth of a person who now is
Navigating life with an optimistic approach despite
Its complexities
Knowing now more than ever that I am what I think I am
And what I think I am is worthy.
On a dark night, when the moon cowers with fear
The night is shadowed in a fog so clear
One could stare at a spot for long
And can see their reflection, weak or strong
I walk onwards on the night of 31
Preparing to sweep away my worries and have fun
As I walk further along the cracked road
I see a Raven, so majestic, and it crows
Its sleek black feathers and strength fill me with wonder
I flinch in fear as I hear the sky’s thunder
The sky lights up like a message was sent from above
I watch as love flies in the form of a dove
I watch as children scream joyfully in delight
I smile as I watch such a happy and sweet sight
I look around me and notice a red fox
It looks right at me, gracefully, with its head cocked
I glance up to see the sky sparkling bright
As if it were released from a prison so tight
It felt restricted in its ability to be
And what I saw sparked curiosity within me
All around me, I realized soon after
As I heard the shrieks of laughter
A memory ingrained, and I know hereafter
I finally found what I long sought after
I am a growing spirit of well-being dancing in the melody of my own song
An illuminating light finally beginning to shine
within what was once the darkest corners of my experiences
Created perfectly imperfect but not the definition of past mistakes
Emerged from an abyss of mental instability where sought after peace is no longer searched for, it has been found
I am an expansion of thought
The rebirth of a new mind
Understanding that the existence of pleasure and pain are necessary encounters to help balance out the life in which all have been chosen to live
I am the living proof of nothing short of a miracle
Where my dreams have embraced reality and reality became my dream.
Free Will
So many roads to choose
With staggering views
Linger with privilege
Don’t take life for granted
Sought after marble dreams
Absorbing the sun under the tree
Just wondering
Life sometimes baffling
Free Will
Translucent future
If you ever get lost, follow the river
Pencil to paper
Count your blessings
Time is flying
Make good choices
It’s a waste of time to go down a hard road
Learn from everyone else’s stupidity
Walk a narrow road not with envy
Block out all of the drama
Be in solitude with no problems
Her skin, a velvet sin, a scripture I recite with the tip of my tongue,
melts like dark chocolate, bitter and sweet on my hungry lips,
pouring confessions in breathless whispers, a dance of endless desire.
I pull her closer, white-knuckled on silk sheets,
intoxicated by the ecstasy between her thighs, a paradise lost and found,
a pleasure so intense it hurts, an echo of unshared desires.
Let me worship, adore this altar of the senses,
let me destroy and be destroyed, lose myself in your depths,
for in this ruin I find rebirth, in this chaos, the sought-after peace.
We are either being educated
Or teaching
We are either being sought after
Or seeking
We are either engaged in a race
Or walking
We are either being attentive
Or talking
We are either intrigued by a rescue
Or being delivered
We are either exercising our consciousness
Or being chased by our whispers
We are either making use of our options
Or being victims of our circumstances
We are either being guardians of each opportunity
Or being inspired by second chances
.
i killed
two hundred
evil warriorz for
michal'z sought after
hern
she loved it
i killed
one
for bathsheba'z naked
taut
she fear'd for her
life
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