...whispers promising raspberry kisses and galaxies of freckles swirl into my ears…
that summer drive /
We need a world, where there’s no darkness / Oh God grant that we never seek / We need eternal life / We need peace!
You always thought of me as a / Mermaid / In a sea of sharks / You thought they were always looking at me / So you were protective / Then you …
I am so flattered by myoriginalsin’s stunning artwork below, entitled / Mermaid inspired by my very own poem. / Please check out her gorgeous portfolio, she has such a unique talent! myoriginalsin
How light can I get? / How silly romantic? / How much love / can I feel?
Silly Romantic
I feel safe, / I feel hope, / For I have seen tomorrows luster today.
I hope love finds you too :)
Smiles Are So Contagious / Infectious Happiness and In Kind / Yes Take A Moment Focus / With First Breath , Then With / Sight… Oh, Please K…
Joy In Positive Living
All this busy –ness / stop / Forget the clock / Love, sit I need to breathe by your side / To feel my being with just you / Nothing el…
This is where I come from. This little place that is almost gone. This is where my roots are, and where I once belonged.
A visit to the small town I spent the first few years of my life in. The place where life made sense. A happier time in my childhood before my world turned upside down and spun out of my control. A place where I belonged.
stars are falling from the sky, / the moon’s dissected, / the pieces of the pie are crumbling. sunlight’s gone, the sun has burnt black,...
Featured in Creative Writing And Poetry; Lifeline
You would listen to my secrets and dreams / Feel my tears upon your leaves / And the warmth of my skinny arms / Lovingly embracing you…..
This is a true story and tribute to a wonderful childhood friend. The Weeping Willow tree referred to in the poem was found and planted by me when I was about 4 years old (with help from my dad) in front of the house where I grew up and lived up to the age of 12. It was cut down when I was about 10 years old. For some reason it came up today in conversation with my mum, and she reminded me of how hard I took it (I cried for days) when that beautiful tree was taken away. It brought back lots of memories and from my heart I felt I had to write this…..
make a wish upon it…
o4.o9.2oo9 / 1:00am .
Giddy, I am / My head’s in a spin / My heart opened up / And you stepped in
A little light-hearted ditty !! Featured by WMG – 8 5 09 Featured by Love Bullets – 14 8 09
Forest shaking trees / In the Turquoise Sea / Wash upon your knee / Bend the breeze / I shed my tears / The clock stops moving / Don’t dance al…
Passion, piety and pain / Gifts and goblins of a love story all
Let us love…
What? Who? Where? How? Why?
I love questions…. just as much as i love answers…
Softly / bright bluebirds fall / behind the lids of rain; / masking the waking dreams of pain / with song. © Kristin Reynolds 9 2009
a cinquain of finding happiness beyond the falling rain.
For knowingly we followed aimlessly / That path of thorny vines
We really can love. If we choose love…
Your hand flies out from its hiding space in the bed and grabs mine. You growl an order to let you sleep. I smile, and kiss you just to…
just a poem about what could possibly be the perfect way to wake up
See the voyeur moon / High, high up from our balloon / Champagne in crystal / The night world explodes for us / Oh to feel so invincible ...
Inspired by the beautiful artwork of Lorenzo Castello. Thank you Lorenzo! / Art / Music
*Santa’s flipping burgers / The elves are unemployed
Available as a t-shirt: /
Loved by kith and kin / You will open like a rose / Laughter will heal you / Safe circle of protection / Carry it with you through life Mo…
Thank you to all the wonderful people who read and commented on this series and in doing so, walked a little of the journey with me. xx
We land on our bums or stand tall and proud / But at least if we’ve followed our dreams / Our lives will be full and not ruled by the crowd…
This is a few bits and pieces that I put together over the last couple of months, mostly about love. Some parts are modified comments or themes from comments, also there are ideas, themes and metaphor inspired by other RedBubble writers. Audio recording of this poem
Tumbleweeds. Sun. High noon. 12 paces ahead / behind / and every dirty step is multiplied / to the severed tune / of a poet’s heart….
me and my pen…at the O.K corral. just a vision I had an ran with it. lol copyright:MCN: CRFJR-YTFS1-D9PXN
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