Sparkling(A) Poems - Poems about Sparkling(A)

...We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day. Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, w......Read the rest...

... ~ The Magnificent Mouse ~ Fiction A minuscule, humble mouse wrote much poetry. Her eyes, so very tired, she almost could not see. Each day, mouse......Read the rest...

... As the early summer air ripples in my meadow, I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals, unfurling with the touch of the dawn’s spectrum the elegant lilies with the gleam of sapphir......Read the rest...

... As the early summer air ripples in my meadow, I see the dance of dulcet patina on dainty petals, unfurling with the touch of the dawn’s spectrum the elegant lilies with the gleam of sapphir......Read the rest...

...I can’t believe I thought that there’d be no darkness when it’s dawn, I’ll be your queen of hearts, even if the cosmos did crack, ‘forever’ exists as an unseen reality, and the sun will always spr......Read the rest...

...Cities are wizards clad in robes of cement and thought, Constan?a, ancient priestess, wears veils woven from the whirl of time. Timi?oara, enchanting and magical, sways to rhythms of foam and salt,......Read the rest...

... "For a Painted Daisy every day is a new beginning to start again, to find beauty in small things, like a butterfly caress or a bee kiss." ......Read the rest...

...I am sorry, but you don’t understand me Ladies, I am sorry. I apologize for my behavior But that is correct. I needed you. Loved you. Be my muse and mentor and my life is yours. Gone Understa......Read the rest...

... In this kingdom of fragmented gates, I'm frustrated in being chained in a glass mansion. The world is trying to change me, forsaking my 'chess of life' into ruins. I yearn to soar like ......Read the rest...

...In the fabric of night, poets craft their dreams, With the thin thread of the moon and fingers intertwined with falling stars. They seek perfection in the world's crevices, in the uncertainty of th......Read the rest...

... Sitting on the same bench a few years after, memories come back while I'm watching the pond, feeding the ducks, geese and the black swans. After a long time, Santa Margarita's......Read the rest...

...Plush lips and a pouty face, still I can’t hear a thing you say; Distracted by all the work done in the name of high fashion; Now you look just like a toon, sponged with what’s real covered ......Read the rest...

... I was sinking and searching for humanity’s peace. Hoping to find silence from worldly, negative speech! To let the cool, kimd, aqueous, blue waves, Remind mankind to please, oh,pl......Read the rest...

...May your days be filled with happiness, joy and laughter Always know I love you, a poem is what I’ll gift forever after You’re in my heart and soul, as a child and as I mature......Read the rest...

... There is an art to s i l e n c e, a beauty in its presence, when a natural choice. From the fragility of b u t t e r f l i e s, to the majesty of sun kissed petals, an affinity with sparklin......Read the rest...