I am married to a lovely man and have two beautiful boys.I have a diploma in photography. I have always loved poetry. I only started writing a couple of months ago after the death of my beautiful young nephew. Writing is helping me to heal and express myself. I am inspired by the many talented artist on Redbubble.
warmsoul is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, All Out Emotion, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Angel Wings and Heaven, Angels & Spirit Guides (2 per day only - Submissions must relate only to group title), Australia! You're Standing In it...., Creative Spirits of Queensland , Digital Photography, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, Layered with Texture, Love Bullets, Mood & Ambience - Strictly Photos, Nature's Wonders, PEACE, LOVE & TRANQUILITY, Perspectives, Photography - Rule of Thirds, Shots in the Fog, Textures Unlimited, The beauty of poetry, The Grunge Art Gallery, The Red Writing Room, The Woman Photographer **7 Submissions a week only please**, The World As We See It , or as we missed it., Who Needs Color For Beauty? - Black & White Art At Its Best and Writing: Persuing Happiness.
The golden sun rises above the rolling hills / casting a warm glow on the old farmhouse. / In the distance the clouds hug the mountain ranges. / The cows graze in the lush green grass while / the roos…
Every line on my face / tells a story / one of hardship / and not one of glory. From bad luck / I now have no home / I walk the streets / all I do is roam. When you walk by / don’t look…
The suns rays comfort me like / a warm blanket. The flowers / perfume enriches my senses / while the wind gently caresses my / ears with its soft whispers.
The sunlight gently / caresses the soft petals / dispersing darkness / from its centre core / opening up and revealing / its true inner beauty.
A whirlwind of warm autumn leaves twirl / and gracefully rest in front of me. I feel your soul / lingering in the crisp air. I sense your smile. / If only I could hold you again. I miss your laugh…
It is a still night / there is not a breeze / around. The candles flame / dances around and her sweet perfume / enters the room. Memories of my beautiful / Grandmother come flowing back.