Tag: poem
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A Haiku: Leaves Falling

Orange, red, yellow, brown The leaves falling all around Death allows new birth -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available of on Society6. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Pixabay from Pexels
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For all who are lost

God is there to take the beating you throw upon Him, to take the words when you lash out, to take the brunt of all your anger because He wants you to seek Him out. He won’t step away no matter how you curse Him. He won’t turn His back, He’ll stay steadfast. He wants…
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A Haiku: Your Truth

Life exploration Dig to the depth of your soul Discover your truth -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Ethan Jones from Pexels
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A Haiku: Hands

Holding timeworn hands That smell of jasmine and rose Fading with goodbye -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Pixabay from Pexels
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A Haiku: Sparkling

The light in your eyes Sparkling like a chandelier Entranced I draw near -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Peter Fazekas from Pexels
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A Haiku: Pixie Dust

Catch the stars falling Their glitter shimmering down Pixie dust on dreams -akw- (Part of the Watercolor and Words Series) — Haiku Prints available on Society6. ©2019 Angel K Will | Instagram • Facebook • Twitter Photo by Rakicevic Nenad from Pexels
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My Love Still (an acrostic)

Meet me in the middle You’ll find me waiting here Looking for the common ground Once we did share Vast the distance grew Echoing as time passed Surely we can reconnect Two hearts meant to last I‘ll wait for you here Longing for your touch Leaving room for love ___ (an acrostic poem) ___ ©2019…
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Word train

short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments really; a poetic monologue. tangents running wild, one word into the next, faster and faster until smack. the words collide like a freight train. and fall into a crumpled heap. waiting for breath to come and wake them from their slumber. for words are an energy.…
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Echo

as the water flows my heart drifts further and further away from the complacency we both chose i hear a voice echoing in my heart calling me forward step by anxious step i trust though i wonder if i made the right decision when i walked away — ©2019 Angel K Will | instagram.com/angelkwill Photo…
