once upon a sunset
the world is set aglow
filled with things that use to be
and things we have yet
to know
-maysa rose-
once upon a sunset
Category: Poetic Thoughts
the moment I was found
I took my heart to the forest,
And felt its strong embrace
As the winter snow glistened
Softly falling upon my face
I was a lost wanderer
Lonely and alone
Until the forest found me
And guided me back home
The trees conversed together
Gently whispering my name
And when I really listened
Something within me changed
I took my heart to the forest
And with each passing sound
I realised I was never lost
The moment I was found
December’s last breath
a final exhale
drifts off in the wind
scattering memories like ashes
to be visited once again
the blue sky fades away
and everything becomes new
another year is born
from December’s last breath
The new year is on its way, and I think most of us can agree that leaving 2020 behind is quite a relief. Looking back, it is astounding how much can change in a matter of months, weeks, and even a day. To be honest, I learned more this year than I ever imagined, but I grew so much stronger through every fear, uncertainty, hurt, and disappointment. Although it is easy to focus on everything that went wrong, it is important to remember all the things that went right like welcoming my baby brother into the world, moving to a beautiful new house, graduating high school, and attending a university honor’s program. Overall, I feel like this year helped me become a better version of myself, and I am grateful for all of the things that I learned despite the hard times.
One of my resolutions for 2021 is making the conscious effort to write more even if it is only once a week or so. I do not intend to force words on a page, but I know that reminding myself to frequently write (even in a personal journal) will help me become more in sync with my thoughts and emotions…Writing always use to be the thing that I would revert to when things got hard, but I definitely didn’t do that this year which only made things harder. Nonetheless, I want to continue to improve my writing, so I think becoming more active is a great resolution.
That being said, I wrote a little free verse poem in honor of the coming year that I hope you find enjoyable… Here is to new beginnings, and a Happy New Year!
we meet again
hello september
i had been awaiting
your return to
bring back the season that
my heart perpetually yearns
and here we meet again
make your visit true
take the world as your canvas
and paint it brand new
caught in the midst
of the vibrant arrays
i cant help but fall for
your crisp autumn days
…………
Just a little poetry in honor of the new month, and the coming of my favourite season… I actually had a request for more posts like this, so I am really glad to share more of my work. If there are any other posts that you would like to see, please don’t hesitate to drop them in the comments section. In the meantime, I hope you guys have a great month, and thanks for reading!
secret messages
unspoken thoughts
float on paper wings
carried by the wind
softly glowing
secret messages
paint the sky
embers burn
as the heart flies
what could be
what should be
what would be
what is
you will never know
writing secret messages
Did you enjoy this? What are your thoughts? Would you like to see more poetry? Thanks for reading!
beach glass
in my hand I hold a story
washed away by the sands of time
a fragment of the past
beaten and forgotten
stripped from depths that never saw the light
lost among the wreckage
of a perilous journey for years
it somehow found its way to me
but I cannot retell its tale
for its origins are still a mystery
forever lost under the waves
through all the uncertainty,
I know that I am holding
a connection to the past
a beautiful piece of beach glass
I recently took a walk along the shore and recovered a few pieces of beach glass that inspired me to write this. I began to wonder if they are a hundred year old remains from a shipwreck or simply a bottle that fell overboard… They could be anything, and the possibilities seemed endless. I think it is amazing to consider the story behind something so simple, and the history of something in my hand. What are your thoughts on this?
my old friend
Autumn,
I have awaited your arrival since the start of September.
Upon your return, you bring soft hues
that warm my soul through the chill of October.
There is so much to tell you, and a lot on my mind.
The leaves are falling as am I.
Acoustics drift through the silence
as cider steams from my hand.
On the porch, I have been waiting for you.
Hello, my old friend.
Just a little bit of free verse this morning to welcome my favorite season… What are your thoughts on Autumn? Did you enjoy this post? Happy Fall!
Writing Rose 