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Breezing whispers of daydreams
Paint across the canvas of her mind 
Swiftly ever
Breezing whispers of daydreams Paint across the canvas of her mind Swiftly every fiber of creation's brush moves in perfect time Headstrong she shakes off the things that really shouldn't be Heart-weakened every moment with him is felt intrinsically The storms of life will come and go but of this one thing, she's sure Every second spent with him is etched in time and pure. #tealmoonberry- intrinsic - @tealmoonpoetry#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#poetryofinstagram#instapoet#writing#worldofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#writers_den_#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#veinheartartisans#ashandemberslive#bymepoetry# @doortooursouls@globalwordsmiths@heartofpoet@herheartsreach@penman_diary@untwin.me@veinheartartisans@voicefromfaraway@writers_den_@poemsporn_@thescribbledstories@artlixirpoetry@penguinpoetrynyc Get your copy of At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest - Link in profile
12.07.2018 16:51:53
So here it is
My definition of success
Having the ability to give more and take
So here it is My definition of success Having the ability to give more and take less To live a life without the stress and not ensconced unrest and helping others to be their best. Never letting the world tear me down and knowing that in me true light can be found and as I look around I see the joy and peace because i was a beacon who met other's needs. And when I failed, I didn't fall or allow it to cause me to crawl and define my all but instead I turned that loss into something more than just a cross that would be placed upon my back and used against me when others attack. No that defeat would not define me yet I would let it refine me to find my purpose because he designed me to be more than a conqueror and in all things knowing I'm assured of every thing that is good and pure It is with this attitude that I serve my Jesus with this gratitude and gracious generosity and living a life like that well, that is success to me. #tealmoonberry- ensconced - @tealmoonpoetry Tagged by @tealmoonpoetry What is your definition of success #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#poetryofinstagram#instapoet#writing#worldofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#writers_den_#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#veinheartartisans#ashandemberslive#bymepoetry#success#whatissuccess#livelikethat@doortooursouls@globalwordsmiths@heartofpoet@herheartsreach@penman_diary@untwin.me@veinheartartisans@voicefromfaraway@writers_den_@poemsporn_@thescribbledstories@artlixirpoetry@penguinpoetrynyc Get your copy of At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest - Link in profile
09.07.2018 14:25:13
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Insatiable insanity stirs decietful minds.
Shattering the broken bones of a weak
Insatiable insanity stirs decietful minds. Shattering the broken bones of a weakened spine. -- @abbeyforrestpoems Speaking through an eccedentesiast shrine Drenched in forlorn throes, laying supine -- @Tealmoonpoetry but when faith rekindles and eternal light shine like pheonix, you rise, and not like vines. -- @rumillenial In these mercurial minds of thine. Drunken demons solely dine. -- @mel2578844 Baggage of falsified truth truncating strides. Thoughts so vague need to be brined. -- @She_Writes_About We fall, willing, into a chthonic maw. It tears our fury into fractal weeping. -- @a.r.reynolds The farcical phoenix rises from his ashes Opens the hatches, takes his skeleton Out for a dance. @pinkskyink Incongruent, insignificant with a voratious vengeful appetite, perpetually out of phase. Where once irredescent,this charred, dark beast, feasts on itself with devastating, pulverising pressure. -- @thehollowgram Living in the past, haunted. Time rewinds. Chills send shivers, as the vertebrae align. ~RM -- @perspective_of_rm Chasing chaff, chucking corn mediocre minds meet melancholy. Rejuvenating regretted rudimentals defeating deceit, delightfully define divine. -- @poetess_sampada They devour one more vengeful human being who hid himself under all-excusing ignorance. Basics -nature’s cradle – can’t heal thee anymore, it’ll only cause self-destructing defervescence. Who wants to see the truth nowadays? -- @_geothepoet_ For the ones that harm are unarmed internally Their hearts are fragile bags filled with emotions and their souls? Infected! -- @sukanya_basu_mallik ------------------------------------------ Hosted by @abbeyforrestpoems This is a Blind Collaborative Poem by 12 writers/poets. Each getting the first four lines only then writing their piece based solely on that, yet knowing that there were others writing before and behind them. Each writer brings something unique to the table but its lovely to see how a story is weaved together without even knowing what the others are writing. ----------------------------------------------
08.07.2018 13:20:37
Up and down
This way and that
push and pull but never look back.
Let the fly aga
Up and down This way and that push and pull but never look back. Let the fly agaric snuggle your toes. The signs, they point all the ways to go. Life is an open road; whichever you choose, never let anyone steal that freedom from you. Never confine yourself to left or to right Your path maybe different not by foot but by flight. Open up your imagination to the impossible. That, will dictate which way you should go. Never cast your eyes down but look to the skies It's in the heavens and dreams where you'll become wise. Put on your wings get ready to soar; this life has everything, that you could wish for. You only need to understand that it's you who needs to explore this land. Lend a hand to those in need. This is where fulfillment lies; and not in greed. So I tell you my little fairy of green, take that wild red hair and shine on the scene. Show your sparkle and be light to all be generous in spirit that it may be your thrall. PC:@blue_moon_creatives NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#fairies#generosity#generoussoul#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#artlixirfresh#thereaderslounge#nature#determination#brave@doortooursouls@globalwordsmiths@heartofpoet@herheartsreach@penman_diary@untwin.me@veinheartartisans@voicefromfaraway@writers_den_@poemsporn_@thescribbledstories
08.07.2018 03:00:25
There is a moment of clarity
when everything comes crushing down
and you don't e
There is a moment of clarity when everything comes crushing down and you don't even want to hear your own voice so you just don't make a sound All the thoughts and raging voices inside your brain are forcibly silenced because you stopped listening and with one loud cry you kneel down head to the ground covering your ears to force out the sound cleansing taciturnity You pull those ticklish Talons from your mind no longer their playground to stir inside. Thoughts and words and actions all have a consequence So to avoid it all I will remain here in this silence. #tealmoonberry - ticklish Talons - @tealmoonpoetry
06.07.2018 18:18:52
One sweet taste from your lips, 
My darling, 
that would sustain me for a lifeti
One sweet taste from your lips, My darling, that would sustain me for a lifetime. Even if I'm solivagant the rest of my days, having experienced you for just a single sip, would be enough for this heart of fire and veins of ice. I just need your elixir to thaw me completely. #tealmoonberry - Solivagant - @tealmoonpoetry
05.07.2018 17:41:36
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I never saw you coming
You hit me just like lightning
Tearing through my life
Al
I never saw you coming You hit me just like lightning Tearing through my life All the darkness now is brightening All at once Love rushed in A flash flood in my soul You are my tempest rising The anchor I will hold If not for you I would have succumbed To the waters deep You are my light house in the fog The one I'll always seek. And oh my love It was you Who brought me to the shore And you alone are my treasure From now until forevermore.
04.07.2018 18:49:35
Steadily my own hands creep across my throat 
choking the words out of my barren
Steadily my own hands creep across my throat choking the words out of my barren soul A shell of who I used to be Now forced by my own indignity To silence the voice that would raise from the depths of me All the while painting this fake life of tranquility No one knows how much I died each day Daring never to say the fears and torments That dwelt within My beastly flesh Yet I digress Because there are days when I feel so much less Than the princess I wish to be.
03.07.2018 23:24:55
I stand disgraced.
Shame has ensanguined 
my barely beating heart, 
and now I'm
I stand disgraced. Shame has ensanguined my barely beating heart, and now I'm devastated. No where to turn All I can do is hide And when I dig in deep it's the demons I will have to fight. No end in sight as the life is choked from my very life, I darken the doorways and fold again inside. #tealmoonberry - Ensanguine - @tealmoonpoetry#brokenheart#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#destroyed#stolendreams#silence#solitude#alone#forgotten Available today! At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest Get your copy today - Link in profile
03.07.2018 17:05:27
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And SUDDENLY 
a thousand skies 
from different times 
opened the heavenlies 
sho
And SUDDENLY a thousand skies from different times opened the heavenlies showering down sunshine as the beams melt across my face I feel the wind gently caress my cheeks wide eyed I view the raven feathered clouds they are floating like balloons across the atmosphere wishing that just one strand of heaven would flow down that i may take hold and fly away to that land of peace forever just to stay. #brokenheartjuly18 - thousand skies - @whispersofbrokenheart#tealmoonflowerflower - raven feathered - @tealmoonberry#jesjulymadness- floating- @jesthepoet NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#heartofpoets#spilledink#artlixirfresh#nature#wishingwell#lovepoems#determination#brave
02.07.2018 18:19:52
The burden and weight
Choking on the zephyr
Sobbing in cryptic silence
That ling
The burden and weight Choking on the zephyr Sobbing in cryptic silence That lingers in the air Crushed beyond recognition I know you just don't care Where we're you when I needed you? Oh right, it wasn't here! So don't pretend you did all this take away my pain We both know it all was done To add guilt upon my shame. #tealmoonberry - Cryptic Silence- @tealmoonpoetry#jesjulymadness- Zephyr - @jesthepoet NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#instapoet#writing#poetry#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#burden#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#artlixirfresh#thereaderslounge#shame#guilt
02.07.2018 02:24:50
In Crystal palaces where unicorns roam
Trees of glory find their home.
Glory is
In Crystal palaces where unicorns roam Trees of glory find their home. Glory is shed from heavenly rain As worship begins in the clouds again. -- @abbeyforrestpoems A mystical fog forms and hovers just above the ground. Currents of blue electricity develop, making a buzzing and popping sound. The dark siren appears and promises heavenly light. The angel of divinity comes and provides Hell in the depths of the night. What is seen by the eye may not always be what it appears. As time goes on we stand in front of infinite mirrors. -- @perspective_of_rm In the vastness between the moon and the stars, Light and darkness fight their war; Like vapor fights the weather so crude, to meet its other form and pour as drops. -- @Sukanya_basu_mallik She flares her ice blue gown. Shifting over her head her crown made out of cloud. Her cheeks are paler than the walls. She pinches them bringing the pink of flowers. Tightening the hold on the unicorn's horn. She hauls the essence of her desire to offer in the sacrifice in order to draw immense power. -- @she_writes_about Under the temple of the sky; we read oracles in planetary obliquity, as astral prisms dance with summer thunder drum beats. Our future sutured and present electric, cascades dragon lines of waltzing footsteps. Inside the dome of heaven's eyes, we light meteorites as beacons, to lost fortune's seeking. -- @a.r.reynolds *hope* Deep down under the sea, Exists a scorpion of peace For the humanity to survive And a million to outlast. -- @myunnoticedmemoir The god fairies spread their wings to cast the magical spell. Ushering the divine spirits, to shower the fruits of fortune borne by the enshrine of the glorious trees. To perpetuate the wave of magical vibe instilling ethreal peace, in the crystal palaces. Giving birth of an earthly heaven, to inhale utter ataraxy. -- @poetess_sampada Pixies and faires frolicked and flooded souls. Slyly, silkily singing sad secrets through the ears of the world. Begetting more bellows from below Help, I don't want to live in neverland anymore Take me to where unicorns roam Won't you lead me home? I don't want to be a lost boy anymore.
01.07.2018 04:05:21
Just a sip, that's all they take
Everyday they lay in wait
To slowly and methodi
Just a sip, that's all they take Everyday they lay in wait To slowly and methodically Drink you down Leaving you empty And left in doubt The second guessing Always impressing Never resting Attempting to prove you're worth the taste. Yet in the end The call you a waste. When there's nothing left They blame you For being less Less than they needed Never enough They drank you dry And now they wonder why you cry.
30.06.2018 13:17:33
Two Lover's Who - Love Each Other - Part Seven

The fog begins to lift as the lo
Two Lover's Who - Love Each Other - Part Seven The fog begins to lift as the lovers faced their fears They battled with the demons that possessed them through the years The fight that destroyed their kingdoms and their minds Had be massacred for the final time. He looked to her, with hand in pocket, tracing out that ring "My beloved," he said, "there is just one more thing. I love everything about you from the inside to the out you are so beautiful and caring and precious without a doubt. I love the way you say my name, when you look at me. And the way you blush, when I tell you these sorts of things.. I love you for your radiant beauty and the warrior that's inside. Would you please do me this honor, would you be my bride?" With knee to ground he looked up at her with tear-filled hopeful eyes I want to love you for all the days and all the starry nights. He slid the ring on her finger; words could not escape her breath. Yet with impassioned eyes, she gave a nodding yes. And so it was, and will remain their kingdom grew strong and free And yes they did live happily ever after As every fairy tale should be. But of the looking glass we must make a special note the king and the queen never once did degrade, blaspheme or demote; only did they exalt one another as true lovers should seeing in each other what was pure and true and good. PC:@christina.june.alice NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#artlixirfresh#nature#wishingwell#lovepoems#kingdom#determination#battle#battleofthemind#brave
29.06.2018 16:41:57
Two Lover's Who - Fight For Their Lives - Part Six

The cloud of onyx enshrouded
Two Lover's Who - Fight For Their Lives - Part Six The cloud of onyx enshrouded the lover's in the midst of their enchanted moment; the veil of evil began to choke their passion and blind their vision violent winds began to rage the tempest was too strong the two were fighting hidden enemies that had haunted them for too long. The violent storms continued to tear through the night taking hold of their thoughts and waging wars within their minds deracinating all the pleasures and healing that they had just experienced the enemy persisted spinning and weaving tales of condemnation and insolence. They were prepared for a physical battle but an attack in the their minds took them by force they left themselves open, forgetting to fortify their most valuable weapon. Gasping for understanding; ferociously, the adversary twisted through each of their thoughts; becoming and all consuming disease in their psyche. Each of them fighting their own battle struggling to find the other for strength to defeat the enemy. Whispered words that shredded her just give up and give in you'll never be good enough; oh ,you know you'll never win your beauty is always faded, you're worthless, not worth the fight no one ever would really want you; you're just a hideous sight. For him the the struggle was between his power and his worth hearing the words, you'll never be good enough; you were insignificant since birth. You're weak and defeated; a king you'll never be why do you even wear a crown and fake your dignity? They were nearing defeat individually yet simultaneously becoming pulverized from the inside out. Suddenly the invader stormed through the residue of a memory, shared by the two. The woman who looked at the man with everlasting love and saw his worth; the man who saw straight to her warriors heart; it was him who loved her first. The looking glass appeared in the shared memory of love and that is when the tide turned and the two became as one. In the middle of this assault waged within their minds, the two turned and faced each other staring eye to eye she looked on him and he on her with fearless determination and that is when they rose together to defeat thi
29.06.2018 02:29:54
Two Lover's Who - Began the Battle - Part Five

With her words searing in his mi
Two Lover's Who - Began the Battle - Part Five With her words searing in his mind he reaches in his pocket where the magic bean once did reside He traced the circle with his finger A sapphire ring preserved for this point in time He knew it was right now he should request she be his bride. He suspected this moment had been etched by a magic quill in eternity... he began his saranade as he knelt down to one knee. Just before the words came out the sky became draped with an obsidian curtain the storm was commencing it's rise enshrouding the couple in bleakness the enemy was initiating his incursion. To his feet the king stood tall the queen stood ready To face it all Their hands clenched together Hears in one accord Her palm ready with magic He lifted to the heavens his sword. PC:@christina.june.alice#tealmoonflowerflower - Saranade - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- magic quill - by me #brokenheartjune18 - Sapphire Ring- @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#artlixirfresh#thereaderslounge#nature#wishingwell#lovepoems#kingdom
28.06.2018 17:44:50
Two Lover's Who - Stood Together - Part Four

His need to protect her was overwh
Two Lover's Who - Stood Together - Part Four His need to protect her was overwhelming ; especially after the destruction of his kingdom. He gingerly sorted out his feelings; trying to understand how he could love her, with such passion She was his fantasy; more than the oceans deep. All he ever hoped for; was this love for keeps? In a moment of lost thoughts, fear began to grip his heart. Was there a possibility he could lose her ? Was there a possibility she would run ? Was there a possibility that in their foreshadowed battle; she would see him come undone? He knew that she had seen his scars, through the Looking-Glass; he knew that she still stayed with him, although he never asked. He never asked why she loved him; or why she didn't flee. Why was she staying with him? What she saw of him made him feel so broken and weak. He was a king, unable to protect his very own. He was now a king with a desecrated throne. He was a king who stood outside his city walls. He was a king who fled the battle, as he watched his army fall. Seeing the sadness in his eyes, she turned to him and said, "Oh my king of mighty valor, you fought to the very end. You did not forsake your kingdom it never was your home... it's always right here beside me; this is where you belong. So my liege I beseech, stand tall, firm and proud; for queen looks at you with eyes of honor and she loves you as you are now." PC:@christina.june.alice#tealmoonflowerflower - ocean deep - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- fantasy- by me #brokenheartjune18 - Gingerly Sorted- @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thereaderslounge#nature#wishingwell#lovepoems#kingdom
27.06.2018 15:41:24
Two Lover's Who - Ready For Battle - Part Three

The words he spoke were like fi
Two Lover's Who - Ready For Battle - Part Three The words he spoke were like fire in her veins. A simple reminder that he was not the same. he was different from rest. He was the epitome of everything is she ever needed. Each and every word he spoke to her brought in a fresh breath of New Life; knowing that one day she would surely be his wife. Together they would rule and reign the kingdom of trees once more; not as individuals but as lover's deep and pure. So they continue down their path still awaiting a forceful attack; the enemy who lie in wait ready to pounce and seal their fate. They felt the presence of a dark and dreary soul ready to take over. Ready to take control. Now as it were the two could feel the presence of the dark and demonic forces around them. Knowing that they were being encircled and encompassed by an all-consuming enemy ready to take everything from them including their humanity. They spoke to one another in whispers, "my darling get ready for the fight. I feel it's close; these things, they dwell in the night." He looked at her deep in the eyes and told her he was ready, ready to battle for her life and for her kingdom protecting her at all costs even if it meant his own life. She looked at him and said, "my beloved I will go down with you. Together we will fight this battle and the victory will be ensured for us too." She felt her power begin to rise as he gripped her hand so tight. She felt the magic returning an awakening inside. A rush of heat scorched through her bones. She felt the healing powers rising to the surface and now her empty hand was filled with magic once again. It was his passion and his love for her that rekindled the spark inside, restoring The Gift of Life that she had been given at the beginning of time. She began to weep remembering a childhood song, she was the Jewel of the realm and her lineage was strong. More powerful than ever she fixed her gaze on him; saying, my darling you not only saved me you have healed me from within. . Hand in hand, Side by side, They were now ready For the fight of life. PC:@blue_moon_creatives#tealmoonflowerflower - epitome - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- Jewel of
26.06.2018 23:46:39
Two Lover's Who - Are Revealed - Part Two 
It was his generous touch of compassi
Two Lover's Who - Are Revealed - Part Two It was his generous touch of compassionate aching that strengthened her weary soul what he saw in the looking glass from her past had rent him to the core. Her magic drained, left for dead from the hand of past love and vicious things said. The magic that resided in her one hand was not in the form of a wand yet in the form of a powerful healing touch. The emptiness found in the other was not empty from birth; as revealed to him in the looking glass the emptiness came upon the devestation of her heart. She had been defiled and betrayed and those giants that came to slay the kingdom that lay in waste were the demons of her past love. She had been the emerald queen with life flowing from her fingertips, the power and ablitiy to bring new life to all she touched bringing healing joy to the broken and peace to a jaded kingdom. However, her heart trinket, her life blood, her very essence had been drained by the person she thought was her beloved. He used her up and only in a moment of lucidity did she see that he was stealing her magic. Clouded by false love and experienced lies of a deciever in that moment she realized and stood her ground; saving just enough magic to fit in one palm. As she walked with her true love, fearing a re-occurrence she began to feel weak. He looked at her and said... I saw the past, I know your fears I promise you respect and dignity my queen. PC: @blue_moon_creatives#tealmoonflowerflower - heart trinket- @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- wand- by me #brokenheartjune18 - Generous Touch - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#nature#wishingwell
26.06.2018 01:55:25
Two Lover's Who - Journey Together - Part One

Here they stood 
at the looking g
Two Lover's Who - Journey Together - Part One Here they stood at the looking glass Eye fixed on each other They knew this would last. The wounds and the scars, Now fully exposed, The scourge has been lifted and blossoms now grow. Here in this land of their perfect delight Walking, with fingers tangled and holding each other tight. Knowing this journey was only the start Needing to rebuild their kingdom that had been torn apart Setting out on their expedtiton to the outskirts of their domain armor in place and weapons ready advancing against the enemies that remained. Hand in hand, just these two armed with magic and love so true The two greatest powers of the the universe These two lovers would break the kingdom's curse. PC: @blue_moon_creatives#tealmoonflowerflower - blossom - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- curse - by me NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#nature#wishingwell
25.06.2018 20:45:46
The Kingdom's Ring
Blind Collaboration - Group 1

The sweet aroma of sunshine fi
The Kingdom's Ring Blind Collaboration - Group 1 The sweet aroma of sunshine filled the realm Mountains were standing with heads high above the clouds All the kinfolk were somber, knees to the ground As the royal couple silently, with them, bowed down. @abbeyforrestpoems They think - with the royals, it's always milk and honey, but to be honest you know; it isn't that way all the time. @Sukanya_basu_mallik The ground, still warm with the blood of battle, seemed lugubrious too The sun kissed air sighed melancholy Grieving cries floated amidst the smokey shadows. @Tealmoonpoetry Eurus spoke upon breeze, Zephyrus scribed. Heralds to the Hunt who cracked through sky upon eldritch canoe. Their trumpets shattered azurite, their spears pierced cloudshine. A chant of prism shimmers and petrichor eyes, caught the kingdom's heart. @a.r.reynolds But it turned out just a sick game of a wicked mind interconnectional abuse on a chess board @_geothepoet_ The high-priest picked up the prince, from the cradle of wood and stones, Placed him on the altar, around their elder's ashes and bones. A solemn sacrament administered, everyone is full of joy. Whispers of elation everywhere, "oh what a beautiful boy". Fruits of earth then spread, in the folks and the Queen. said King... "Till he won't wear the crown, he wears this kingdom's ring." "And when comes to, if he is worthy, when he can handle the throne," "Then God shows him the power, be worthy of love you all have shown." @Rumillenial As the fire in their hearts sparks, time lost count And The realm is ruled by peace now They knew the final whisper will turn to an everlasting echo And chained up melodies will gather into heartbeats hard to handle That's when they realised that all were the victim Of a fight with a predetermined winner @Etherealitee_ ------------------------------------------ Hosted by @abbeyforrestpoems This is a Blind Collaborative Poem by 10 writers/poets. Each getting the first four lines only then writing their piece based solely on that, yet knowing that there were others writing before and behind them.
24.06.2018 22:24:59
The Man Who - - Part 6

With empty palms 
their hands meet
He looks to her says
The Man Who - - Part 6 With empty palms their hands meet He looks to her says You've been calling to me. With a look of bewilderment And speechless at first She breathlessly whispers I have been cursed. I have no strength; to quest on my own. My vibes are weak; I've been so alone. Enshrouded in a fog of lies I truly believed this was my demise. I've been been praying and seeking For someone to come To rescue and restore my land from all that's been done. A vision of you, had me spellbound I pleaded that I would just be found This very day, my dreams came true, the moment you looked at me, And I, at you. So my dear, if this is real, we must journey to the looking Glass Our scars to reveal. With trepedation in his heart He feared her seeing his sins but with a smile that makes mountains quake He leans and whispers.... I'm All In. #tealmoonflowerflower - vibe - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- spellbound - by me #brokenheartjune - fog of lies - @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest
23.06.2018 09:10:23
The Man Who -  Found Her - Part 5

Through the forest of jade
He made his way;
The Man Who - Found Her - Part 5 Through the forest of jade He made his way; only being led by intuition and fate. The aroma of his love for her was like a sirenic enticing, drawing him closer and deeper into this mystical neverland of devotion. In his visions he was mesmerised by the flow of her hair her vibrant eyes the breath of her lungs her glistening lips the movement of her fingertips the way she smiled and stared to his depths and how his heart would just relent into her arms of tender strength burdened by her nurturing ways knowing that in just some days he would find his true love. He pushed through the dense timber; ready in an instance to encounter a friend or foe; advancing and thrusting through the leaves of determination; he felt her presence beginning to grow. A light bursting through with magic in her palm blinded by her essence he reached the tree lines end. She was radiance in it's truest form He entered her presence extended out his hopeful hand praying she would take it and learn to love again. #tealmoonflowerflower - sirenic - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- Neverland - by me #brokenheartjune - friend or foe - @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest
22.06.2018 15:58:11
The Man Who -  Was Forgotten - Part 3

Oh the screams
he hears in his nightmares
The Man Who - Was Forgotten - Part 3 Oh the screams he hears in his nightmares and the tiny blood spots splattered across his face He doesn't remember his former home. A fallen King, with head hung low Eyes cast down, he doesn't know where he's at or which way to go. Wandering through the forest, lost, alone, a shadowed soul He happens across a wishing well filled with a magical glow. Drifting to the sacred hole, which is calling out his name. Should he whisper his questions Of desires and despair, or should he just remain the same? It's all he wishes and has dreamt to have the answers of his life before, but the magic of the wishing well would give him so much more. It was there, at the wishing well, he discovered a captivating dream. The image of a queen full of kalon she was so exquisite and deep. Her eyes of emerald beauty a rubiginous heart within She was filled with grace and mercy It was his heart that she would mend. And so he stood at the wishing well forgotten and alone; never really sure which place to call his home. Yet every time he saw her face, within these mystical dreams he felt such overwhelming and mighty powerful peace. #tealmoonflowerflower - Kalon - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- wishing well - by me #brokenheartjune - tiny blood spot- @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry
20.06.2018 11:13:44
The Man Who - Knew Failure - Part 2

The battle is at hand
The king rides his st
The Man Who - Knew Failure - Part 2 The battle is at hand The king rides his steed with might, watching in horror, as his men were cut down in terror, That woeful and darkened night. The army now decimated as the king drops his sword; the veil of the culture's climate thick with agony. The weight of defeat too much for his shoulders to carry. How could he face his followers as the last and lone survivor of this cataclysmic failure? He thought of the conflate gossips with all their suspicious lies It was inevitable to live disguised. Then all at once, he remembered another possibility Reaching in his pocket, his finger traced and outlined the magic bean. Was this his only hope for escape from his misery? Thinking for more moments than he cared to count... Should he do it, or is he taking the cowards way out? Then in an instant he swallows the bean transporting himself to a different realm. In a fog he awoke in a new dimension's empire unaware of his stature or his identity all he could recollect was how he felt inside Feeling as if rivers of broken glass poured from the fracture in his heart he sat down amongst the trees communing with nature as he fell apart. #tealmoonflowerflower - culture- @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- magic bean - by me #brokenheartjune - conflate gossips- @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest
19.06.2018 20:00:25
The Woman Who -  Loves - Part 6

As he peered into the looking glass
All his vis
The Woman Who - Loves - Part 6 As he peered into the looking glass All his vision blurred The way she looked at him How was she not disturbed His vicious mind took control "She thinks that I saved her but it's her that made me whole." The mirror revealing all his scars and stains All his heavy burdens and deep sorrowful pains. Yet her gaze transfixed She loves him still Her hand squeezed his She whispers, I love you; I always will. He doesn't understand; can't begin to comprehend How can she love me Knowing where I've been. As if she hears his very thoughts she turns to him and says, "My dear, you came to me from the shadows in my darkest hour I was standing on the edge of my precipice like tower you pulled me from the brink; Ready to jump, I had become shattered, but now I have you love, until our ever after. #tealmoonflowerflower - precipice - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- ever after - by me #brokenheartjune - vicious mind - @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fiercedetermination#rhetoricrush
15.06.2018 17:36:51
The Woman Who - Saved Her Soul....mate - Part 5

With fingers intermingled
and h
The Woman Who - Saved Her Soul....mate - Part 5 With fingers intermingled and hearts tangled into one together they walk through the emerald forest their story just begun The woman who wore daisies upon her head as a crown found her truest pancea the moment he knelt down. What she didn't see when she took his open hand were the saddened stone eyes of a broken man. She knew just what he needed For his healing to begin She brought him to the Looking Glass To wash away his sins. Peering into the icy frame His eye began to see She pointed out his wonders She loved his fantasies. The reflection in the frame Revealed his truest heart They watched all his scarred moments That's where her love for him did start. It was not in his strength Or in his dignity But in his trust and humble soul She began to love him truly. #tealmoonflowerflower - pancea - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- looking glass- by me #brokenheartjune -stone eyes - @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fiercedetermination#rhetoricrush
14.06.2018 18:49:16
The Woman Who  Met A King - Part 4

Now risen from the grave
Of her desecrated k
The Woman Who Met A King - Part 4 Now risen from the grave Of her desecrated kingdom She stands in full power With a heart on fire With magic in one hand And emptiness in the other Then from the darkness emerges A shadow from the deep His mighty outstretched hand For her to take and keep. An Oracle of sorts Quite possibly a King, He lives and breathes among the trees and other sacred things. She looks to him with longing eyes Her brokenness revealed It's with that empty hand She grabs and clings to what she hopes is real. Now hand in hand The two walked through The rubble of their land Sharing with each other All their dreams and plans. And in their exchange They did find something so beautiful and true that in a broken kingdom two broken lovers can be healed And mended new. #tealmoonflower - oracle - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- kingdom- by me #brokenheartjune18 - Heart on fire - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fiercedetermination#rhetoricrush
13.06.2018 23:11:01
The queen stands in in majesty wielding her mighty sword 
as the susurrous of th
The queen stands in in majesty wielding her mighty sword as the susurrous of the forest becomes a mighty roar. Cutting down those Goliaths; who would tear her kingdom to shreds;. Bloody palms lifted towards heaven; this is her victory instead. And now because she is of mercy and of incomparable grace, horrified at the repugnance, she quickly hides her face. How could these creatures enter her world destroying the very fabric of all that her kingdom stands for? She feels disgraced and soiled by the fact that they got beyond the fortified gates. It is her purpose and design to secure and and save this place. She wonders as she cries deep within the forest's veil' how could this happen in her land? This must be a certain hell. And while she weeps, her kingdom stands encircling, encompassing, surrounding her in whole they comfort their dear Queen, witnessing her burdened soul. A whisper in the woods beckons to her heart sighing deep within her my dear, it's time to start. Time to rise and be brave Time to heal and to save Time must begin the mend Time to be royalty once again. With nobility and honor sovereignty and divine right She asceceds from the dirt glorious and dignified. #tealmoonflowerflower - susurrous - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- giants- by me #brokenheartjune18 -bloody palms - @whispersofbrokenhearts NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fiercedetermination#rhetoricrush
13.06.2018 01:24:50
Now with the Giants standing before her, she knew it would take all her power to
Now with the Giants standing before her, she knew it would take all her power to stand firm and be unwaivering in her faith and for her kingdom. And even though she was as sweet as the honeysuckle's dew she could not lose ground to these monsters who came to toture her land and her mind. So in her mighty courage she stood on the shoulders of her dreams; determined to never back down, bow down or lay down before them. If they wanted her territory, It would be only by her death that she would relinquish the throne. She was but one breath away from certain destruction when her flame became ignited. Rising up and burning in her bones with fierce, relentless and reckless pursuit she turned the tables and chased after those beasts. They had no no right, no authority, no control or purpose within her lands. #tealmoonflower - Honeysuckle - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- giants- by me #brokenheartjune18 - One breath away - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fiercedetermination#rhetoricrush
12.06.2018 02:04:03
PART 1
Seeing her reflection for the first time in so many years; 
the woman who
PART 1 Seeing her reflection for the first time in so many years; the woman who she really was and not the made up queen. Simple in her purity; natural in her majesty. She did not need a crown of gold to remind her of her shine. Daisies in her hair, were a chaplet more her kind. ------ With her merciless eyes, she peered into the lake where moon lit ripples don't distort her face but revealed the truth inside. This forested kingdom loved her not for her elegance but for her pure heart. She had been living this facade of perfection for too long. There was never a moment when she could let her guard down; never a time where she could run free through meadows. She was, forever on duty, forever with her painted smile, forever holding together everything that was falling apart. With tight clasped hands she felt it was a matter of time before all the pieces of her kingdom, her heart.... her sanity became like dust falling through the cracks and crevices of her fractured fingers. Realizing that she was becoming a shell of something that disgusted her; she garnered up her courage like squirrel storing nuts for the winter. Everything that she once was all the strength she could discover; pushing and pulling the agony that now resides within her; she let out a thunderous roar that shook the kingdom's core. Then with unclenched hands, letting it all drop, she walked on, to face her battle. #tealmoonflower - the woman who- @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- forest- by me #brokenheartjune18 - merciless eyes - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#queen#fairytale#courage#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss#rhetoricrush
11.06.2018 15:28:18
Tag 
your it!
Now it's your turn.
Will you pursue me 
Or leave me forlorn

I'm t
Tag your it! Now it's your turn. Will you pursue me Or leave me forlorn I'm tired of chasing And spinning my wheels Running in circles Never to feel I wanted to capture you And make you my own But you were too fast Now i'm all alone This pursuit I give up I wave the white flag I lose, you win I shift my gaze So if you choose to chase after me I promise you this I'll never decieve or lead you on or cause you to chase an endless spiral of a cat and mouse game. NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss#rhetoricrush
10.06.2018 10:51:19
Do you remember the little girl;
The one you used to be?
She always hungered for
Do you remember the little girl; The one you used to be? She always hungered for fairytales; forever dancing in her dreams. Do you recall the princess; The one you used to know? The way that her eyes shimmered, She never lost her glow. And do you recollect that darling; She wished to live up in a tower? Waiting for her prince to beseech her every hour. And don't forget that little fairy You so desperately wanted to be. Spreading all your pixie dust For everyone to live so magically. If you have forgotten all the magic that you once were; look deep inside my dreamer And never lose sight of her. #tealmoonflower - hunger - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- tower - by me NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss#rhetoricrush
10.06.2018 01:49:54
Waves of his words wash over her;
cleansing and purifying her soul's indignity.
Waves of his words wash over her; cleansing and purifying her soul's indignity. With his Nepenthe presence dispeling her doubt; reminding her of her individuality. Distinguishing her clarity the ambrosia of his aroma fills her senses Completely. #tealmoonflower - nepenthe - @tealmoonpoetry#atww18- ambrosia - by me #brokenheartjune18 - distinguish me - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss#rhetoricrush
09.06.2018 08:46:35
Rain that falls fresh 
Drenching and sketching my flesh
As your eyes relentlessl
Rain that falls fresh Drenching and sketching my flesh As your eyes relentlessly etch your name on every heart beat. Your soul's flame engraved in my soul as each enlightened breath takes control. The intesity burns with relentless ectasy; Kisses of true love emblazon passion across all distance and time Until your carved elation is imprinted in mine. NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss#rhetoricrush
08.06.2018 20:23:48
How is it, with the same eyes that sees everyone's shine
no matter how hard I lo
How is it, with the same eyes that sees everyone's shine no matter how hard I look, I just can't seem to find mine? Why when I talk about myself, do I always feel the need to degrade, tear down and overly conceal? So today, while spinning, in my hammock thoughts I decided...I'm going to see myself as I am and count everything else as loss. I will recognize my beauty with some elegance to spare revel in my creativity and just how much I care. I will stand on the edge of my wonderfully unique personality and scream at the top of my lungs because I have explosive power and a fire raging in my blood. I will rise up from the ash of every single defeat and if someone says I can't do it... my response, "Just watch me!"
08.06.2018 17:19:53
Just one moment,
suspended permanently across every ocean
and melted into eterni
Just one moment, suspended permanently across every ocean and melted into eternity's frozen time. Tender touches should be expressed keeping silent, a forbidden crime. The moment in the summer breeze, when magic sets the stage. The air is filled with reminisce, as all of nature stands in wait for lover's lips , to firstly meet for true love's unmatched kiss. #tealmoonflower - Ocean - @tealmoonpoetry#juneinspirationislove- summer breeze - @thetransformativeheart#atww18- true love's kiss - by me #brokenheartjune18 - Silence is crime - @whispersofbrokenheart NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#trueloveskiss
08.06.2018 09:19:04
Oh my Captain with your dreamshade eyes
the Somnumbra Atra poisons my soul deep
Oh my Captain with your dreamshade eyes the Somnumbra Atra poisons my soul deep with lies Titillating tribulations as the tactile toxin trickles down my skin my venom filled veins are under siege with a might assault and attack that advances through my arteries my love, lost and lonely, longing and looking for passion once more my heart, heavy and hindered with crippling corruption as the contemptuous curse was cast and cut into my blood one thing only can crush the spell True love's kiss passionately pressed upon lips, until the stain of debasement is defeated dragged from my defiled near dead body. With one kiss, life furiously floods my body filling it to overflowing with fragrant flames of passion once again. #tealmoonflower- Tactile - alliteration #atww18 - dreamshade NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#3amthoughts#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lovelikefire#magicinside#dreamland#dreams#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thereaderslounge#introvert
07.06.2018 21:42:29
Under the soft glow of the crescent moon 
we slice through the veil of fog 
pull
Under the soft glow of the crescent moon we slice through the veil of fog pulling back the curtain that separates our love. We break open the cloud that enshrouds our hearts lying beneath the the covering of night blanketed and tangled holding each other tight. #Zathom37#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#3amthoughts#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#lifequote#livelife#lovelife#lovelikefire#loveyourself#magicinside#dreamland#fairytales#worldofpoets#heartofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#fog#poetsofig
06.06.2018 20:17:51
He softly whispered her name across the breeze 
the wind chimes of her heart sun
He softly whispered her name across the breeze the wind chimes of her heart sung sweet melodies Her kisses she'd blow across the night sky It was a a faithful truth, love undenied Captured, enraptured and veiled in the mist tugging and pulling beginning to twist Holding, clenching and wrapped in his arms Surrounded, entwined and hemmed in his charms Like chasing fog between moon beams It was their passion that made others dream Their unquenchable thirst for each others reality to live life to its fullness even through fantasy. NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #tealmoonflower- rhymes #windchimes#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#lovepoems#instapoet#truelove#writing#worldofpoets#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#introvert#fog#poetsofig
06.06.2018 18:37:11
She dances around with a painted smile
color pallet and brush in hand.
Sparkling
She dances around with a painted smile color pallet and brush in hand. Sparkling and smearing her world with colors to cover what is so dim. They call her legendary they say she's a myth but what they don't see , her painted petals, they drip. The blush is commencing its fade and now there she sits at her fallen tree just wishing for some shade What she really desires, is to crawl out of her own skin hide away and never come out of her rainbow room. Locking herself inside her own mind where no one will seek and thank God no one will find. Hiding in the labyrinth of crazy spaces and no more faces where judgement is gone and trust doesn't matter because no one will find her and the whole world could shatter and no one would miss her because she never was worth their time or their fight because all they were worried about was their own insecurities and plights. #tealmoonflower using Painted Petals #atww18- using Legendary NEW BOOK RELEASED - Link in profile - At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#legendary#riseup#determination#fightquotes#tenacity#dontgiveup#truetoself#determinationquotes#writing#worldofpoets#findyourself#innervoice#innerself#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#introvert#poetsofig
06.06.2018 01:05:04
It was a hot kind of love in the beginning.  They were inseparable.  Now as they
It was a hot kind of love in the beginning. They were inseparable. Now as they walked hand in hand, what appeared as a lovely autumn moment, could possibly be the death of their love. This walk was a walk they would remember for their whole lives. The moment they had to make a choice. She held her umbrella pointedly above her head...never offering to shield him from the mist. Selfish and determined to prove she had some semblance of control over the situation she was determined to make him suffer. And he, holding her hand so loosely, feeling this frigidness from her, drifted further and further away. Their fingers slowly unraveling. Barely even speaking a word. He would not allow her to damage his already tender ego. How could you be so cruel to him after everything they've been through? Why couldn't she just swallow her pride, just this one and say she was sorry? It meant the world to him for her to admit her mistake; it would prove she loved him enough to break before him. The leaves began to fall from the trees as the wind blew through. Was this the end of their story? Tears began to fill her eyes; she knew she was wrong but it's so difficult to admit it. Why is this so hard? Why can't he just let it go? He knows how I feel; why does he need me to admit this? I don't want to. It's too much to say out loud. I don't want to feel the pain of the truth that i was so wrong. He's walking so far away from me...I feel him slipping. I don't want to lose him. Look at him; he's soaking wet. What is wrong with me? How can I let the only man I've ever truly love stand there shivering, soaking wet in the rain. Why is it so hard to offer my umbrella; why is it so much to say i'm sorry? I'll die with out him..... Go to part two....
05.06.2018 10:52:44
Turning to him, the tears pouring from her eyes.  He is drenched and she can not
Turning to him, the tears pouring from her eyes. He is drenched and she can not tell that he too has tear stained cheeks but then she opens her eyes and sees his heartache. "I should've offered you my umbrella," she said. "I was humiliated and ashamed of my behavior. I should've told you I was wrong. I should not be so prideful and push your feelings to the side. I should tell you more often how much I love you and without you I'd be broken. There are so many things I should've said. But mostly, I should've said I'm sorry and that I love you with my all of me." He, seeing her tears and hearing her words. Gently takes the umbrella and throws it to the side. Grabs her tightly, and whispers in her hear, "that was all I ever needed from you...your love and support." No longer loosely holding on they continued down the path, tightly holding on to one another as if their lives depended on it (because they infact did). Now the two of them, bathed in autumn rain, with broken hearts that were mended together again, would never let go of each other until eternity would end.
05.06.2018 10:51:45
I feel like every day is a setup
I'm just a puppet in your show
Pull the string
I feel like every day is a setup I'm just a puppet in your show Pull the string Wind me up Then you let me go. And if by chance I don't perform you'll pull the string again and lead me down the road pretending you're my friend. Again it happens and I fall for your silly little line That string you hold you simply cut and let me fall. I die again inside. Stirred Moments is available on Amazon & in the Kindle Library: http://a.co/3jI9HcN #abbeyforrestpoetry#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#3amthoughts#sittingundertrees#puppetshow#fakefriends#lostlove#puppet
04.06.2018 22:10:54
So excited to announce that the third book for stirred moments titled At The Wis
04.06.2018 17:57:23
He sighs his breath through the veil of weeping willows
craving and pining to ca
He sighs his breath through the veil of weeping willows craving and pining to cascade down their limbs My hair, raveled and tangled as his breeze winnows As the crimson sky commences it's dim With his fingers he sketches and outlines my face and gently nightfall begins This cinquain, a poem or stanza composed of five lines, following a rhyme scheme of ababb is for #tealmoonflower Entitled: NightFall #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#lovepoems#inspiringquotes#writing#worldofpoets#introvert#poetry#poetryfeaturepage#spilledink#herheartpoetry#artlixirfresh#thewritersdiscovery#thereaderslounge#nature#trees#peace#stardustdreams#cinquain#truelove Stirred moments, Sitting Under Trees and At The Wishing Well by Abbey Forrest Get your copy today - Link in profile
04.06.2018 13:58:49
Mystery shines in his eyes
Majesty in the breadth of his shoulders
Magical essen
Mystery shines in his eyes Majesty in the breadth of his shoulders Magical essence in his rubiginous glow A stately king grows bolder. With a smile that lights her soul on fire He's an all consuming flame Those perfect words drip from his lips She's been forever changed Intoxicated by the aroma of his words As they drift into her mind Gravitating to his splendor Together they slip through time Masterful in his presence Glorious in all his ways She is hard pressed to resist As she desires him each day. There is wonder in their connection Going beyond all explanation He takes her by the hand As they reach their final destination. #tealmoonflower using gravitate #atww18 using magical
04.06.2018 11:18:49
Sitting upon the fly agaric mushrooms I can't help but think they are my most fa
Sitting upon the fly agaric mushrooms I can't help but think they are my most favorite shade of bloom. I want to kiss them and smear, across my lips, their delicate crimson hue. Then in turn, smear the shade upon your forehead, as i kiss my sweet good nights to you. I want to braid my hair up in the air and tie the strands off with Ruby Ribbons that dangle down my back. And twirl like when I was a little girl, with not a care in the world; arms flung in full embrace of the earth and everyone around me....especially you. I want to dip my fingertips in the colors of nature and begin to finger paint across the sky; smudging, sprinkling and flicking colors where ever I desire. I would invite you to take the dip because painting in pairs is more fun and I imagine we would end, each of us covered in colors as the day was done. I want run with full abandon after everything I desire. I wish that all my cravings would hunger and thirst with a passionate need for me. It would be my souls sweet blessing to fulfill your every need. Some days the things I dream are magical beyond compare with unicorns that speak to me when nobody else is there. Some may think i'm crazy, possibly it's true, but the one who thinks my crazy is beautiful matters most....that other crazy person is you. #tealmoonflower using Ruby ribbons #atww18 using unicorn
03.06.2018 23:23:35
Every day she waited for him.  Patience was never her strength; for her to sit i
Every day she waited for him. Patience was never her strength; for her to sit in anticipation for so many days in a row for such small moments was truly to the credit to his personality, mystique, and character. She never knew quite where the interest started exactly but it happened over time. The little things he let slip just made her want to walk down the hallway of his mind a little further. Some days the frustration of following him would get to her because he was just always just out of reach. Other days a sense of adventure would overtake her. It was as if she would almost catch up to him and reach out and her finger would barely get the sensation of touching the shirt on his back but in an instant, he would, as if by magic, be 5 steps ahead again. Some days....she feels like she's been left in the hallway all alone. She turned her head for just a moment and when she returned her gaze in his direction he had vanished. With a look of sadness and tears in her eyes she leans against the wall...slides to the floor and hugs her knees. Like a turtle she tucks in her head and prays that no one will see her. Then there were the days....the days that made all the others worth it...the days when she would speak...he would actually turn his head...something she said genuinely captured his attention and he made his way toward her. These days for her were magical. Because as she would extend her hands toward him, he would effortlessly reach in return and even though there was barely a touch it was as if tips of their fingers traced one another....and for those little moments she remembered why she continued down this hallway....the hope of one day crossing over the threshold through the doorway that stood at the end of the corridor gave her reason to press on and follow him. Because within that frame was where he would let her see exactly who he was.
03.06.2018 22:20:09
Sadly, the days of traced touches and momentary glances became fewer and fewer.
Sadly, the days of traced touches and momentary glances became fewer and fewer. Her heart began to break daily for his returned affections. Slowly, the tiny cracks in her soul began to deepen and widen. He had turned away for far too many times. The constant spinning of her mind began to slowly drive her to insanity. The words that spilled from her lips and the images that flooded her mind were incohearant at best on most occasions. The questions of did he ever really care? Did he ever want me there? Was I just a toy in his sick hallways of life? Or does he really need me...but not know how to say...am I so terrible that I didn't stay? The incessant second guessing with never any answers drove her into a state of madness; her mind fully shattered. One day she could just take no more she had to exit the hallway of his being. She stepped out and only meant to take a deep breath of fresh air. To clear her head and spirit. She needed to save herself, if only for a moment. She had become enveloped and overly obsessed with his state of being. She was losing herself and her light by giving him everything. While she took a deep fresh cleansing breath of air to refill her soul, she heard a sound behind her she had never felt before.... The shutting of the door. Then a clicking of the lock. Panic stricken, tears filled her eyes, she never in a million years thought he'd shut her out completely. Was that just the moment he was waiting for? Or was he so far beyond saving that he chose to save her? Again with the questions... She pounded at the door pleading with him to let her in. She tried guilting, crying and even yelling at the door to him. She knocked and pounded until her hands were blood stained. Then that day is where it has all remained. She gave up on trying so hard for him to let her in. Now she lay outside the door, on the stoop, praying, crying and forever tugging at her hair waiting to hear the sound of that lock clicking open. Until that day, she sits on the stairs whispering his name over and over in the hallways of her own mind.
03.06.2018 22:15:54
She lay there alone.  Spiritual pain dripping from her veins
The incessant screa
She lay there alone. Spiritual pain dripping from her veins The incessant screaming of silence, while his name echos through the hallways of her mind. She lays there on the stoop at the door frame of his mind. Her hands stroking each strand of her now dry and brittle hair. She always loved her hair, she thinks to herself. It was always healthy, long and beautiful with golden and crimson highlights. Now it was starved of nutrients and even her lips were cracked. In her madness she had been so focused on his well being she forgot to take care of her beauty; both inside and out. Her bright and effervescent soul had become dimmed, flat and stale. She had given it all to him and he consumed every last morsel with his darkness and downcast soul. Then rising up within her...a new voice began to howl like a wild animal from the depths of her being. "I can no longer stand to be your after thought, your option waiting in the wind. The one you count on to be there when your chosen one won't bend. I'm worth more than your second best, second choice, second love , or not at all. Just a used up option you find useful to stroke your pride and ego when your true love rejected you, shot you down, failed you in some way or how. I'm not here to edify and dignify and glorify your presence when your ultimate treatment of me is never better than second. I AM WORTH MORE than being sequestered to the porch of your heart. And I was created to be light and stand apart..." Then suddenly, the words begin to pour out of her mouth and she audibly says, "this is ridiculous, I am so much better than who I've become and one day...he's going to realize what he's done, but I know who I am and this is not acceptable." With the inner peace of knowledge and fire within her soul, she rises up from the steps, flips her hair and smiles like she had all the times before. One day he will unlock the door and with realization in his eyes. He will learn that he lost the best thing that ever entered his life #tealmoonpink#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing,#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#3amthoughts#sittingundertrees#hallways
03.06.2018 22:14:21
Drench me in your words again
Sing sweet melodies
Tell me of our first night's k
Drench me in your words again Sing sweet melodies Tell me of our first night's kiss And all our hidden dreams. Before you I was fully broken Left shattered and forlorn But then you entered in my life And made me feel reborn The hours spent beneath the stars fingers tangled tight Laying in the emerald blades Kissing sweet good nights. It was our outlined and traced touches, that shook me to the core then one night it all was gone my love, I was no more. Something deep inside me ripped A gaping hole inside There was no one to mend it So i fled, and bled and died. Some where , Some way, Some how I was able to rise again Tending to my own wounds my heart began to mend Stitched with purified threads of Heaven My healing had begun And then there, you stood again My world became undone. So my darling, this is your castle your home within my heart please if you choose to enter in I beg don't tear apart. I have healed and have grown been restored and rebuilt too I've fortified my castle gates against everyone but you. Darling, I beseech you If you choose to stay Sprinkle me with butterfly kisses and never go away. #tealmoonflower#atww18#ballad
02.06.2018 11:13:38
Burdened by a weary soul, 
she boards the ship so magical.
With her eyes closed,
Burdened by a weary soul, she boards the ship so magical. With her eyes closed, she twists her smile, stepping both feet aboard the vessel of simplicity. Pulling her hair down, the wind combs it strand by strand, brushing through the tangles and peppering her face with breezy kisses The engulfing sighs of nightfall. Sailing towards freedom's dream where the golden river feeds into the deep. A shadow in the light a thousand whispers from the moon sailing through the night sky the clouds descended, enveloping the vessel or was the ship ascending into the heavenly realms He was the captain of heart so she knew he could control the wind and the waves and his resounding bellow could break away her every chain. All her cares left at the shore He speaks in her ear of the nevermores the sound of his voice brings peace yet sorrow remains because she knows of the love they will never share. #tealmoonpink. Using golden river
01.06.2018 10:31:35
Speak sweetly
the scent of heaven
raining the annointing
pouring over me.
Drench
Speak sweetly the scent of heaven raining the annointing pouring over me. Drenching my soul in the majesty and the glory of a mighty King who rules and reigns pursuing with Unquenchable passion Chasing me down Beyond boundaries and limits In a reckless fashion. Never ceasing Forever increasing your sonorous whispers haunt me nightly as I surrender to the enchantment found in your song. #atww18 At The Wishing Well - AVAILABLE JUNE 1 - by Abbey Forrest Get your copy today - Link in profile @artlixirpoetry@heartofpoets@herheartsreach@penguinpoetrynyc@untwin.me@voicefromfaraway@writers_den_@poemsporn_@thescribbledstories
31.05.2018 07:44:37
#fwtr19

It began as a conversation of two
Overtime, hers became the only audibl
#fwtr19 It began as a conversation of two Overtime, hers became the only audible voice He, a spectator, eavesdropping, On the words she spoke For him alone. Now, the voices have silenced. #abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing,#poetry#introvert#eavesdrop#introvertquote#3amthoughts#sittingundertrees#overthinker#restored#destroyed#stolen dreams #silence#solitude#alone#forgotten Available today! Sitting Under Trees by Abbey Forrest Get your copy today - Link in profile
31.05.2018 00:57:56
She is radiant in this efflorescence 
soaking in the freshness of a new day
stic
She is radiant in this efflorescence soaking in the freshness of a new day sticking daisy's in her hair twirling in the breeze arms hugging the air the atmosphere breathes in her effervescence as the blossoms of the trees bend to smell of her aroma and to taste her beauty within their sanctuary all the flowers wish to be as graceful as she they desire that her fingers would pluck their very life they would gladly die if it meant resting upon her golden tresses She is prosperity of life and in the enchanted meadows is where she's meant to thrive #tealmoonflower
29.05.2018 20:57:10
LOST LOVE

ACROSTIC poetry challenge for @tealmoonpoetry 
Listless and abated sh
LOST LOVE ACROSTIC poetry challenge for @tealmoonpoetry Listless and abated she melts down to the floor of purity and light, she's unable to restore separated and distant, cut off and confused tasseled hair, smeared lip gloss, she's utterly bemused. Lost, love has evaded her at every turn overwhelmed and forlorn, she crawls into her shell vicious cycles of panicked voices roam inside her brain eviscerated from the soul..she gradually goes insane. #tealmoonflower
29.05.2018 18:24:05
Stripped of all her dignity 
forgotten and alone.
She searched through broken ve
Stripped of all her dignity forgotten and alone. She searched through broken vessels for someone to call her own Now, in her search, she was never looking for perfection. Just a truthful heart, tender eyes and passionate affection. Each time she thought she found her home A pattern would emerge. All the enchanted moments would quickly fade and turn away from her. Each time her disappoinment grew deeper than the first. All they wanted was her light, Not the whole of her. Anytime her spark might dim or even slightly fade, They would become dissatisfied and quickly run away. What she needed was someone Who understood her glow. That to burn so bright forever, Her light needed to ebb and flow. Over time she gave up her search. All vessels seemed the same. They only came to steal her light, To leave her burnt put and ashamed. And over time she surrendered to the idea of this pattern Freely giving all her joy Saving only enough to dimly light her latern. Some days she sits in a hole, So quiet and alone, Wishing for someone to break the mold, And love her as his own.
29.05.2018 01:45:51
She lay there alone.  Spiritual pain dripping from her veins
The incessant screa
She lay there alone. Spiritual pain dripping from her veins The incessant screaming of silence, while his name echos through the hallways of her mind. She lays there on the stoop at the door frame of his mind. Her hands stroking each strand of her now dry and brittle hair. She always loved her hair, she thinks to herself. It was always healthy, long and beautiful with golden and crimson highlights. Now it was starved of nutrients and even her lips were cracked. In her madness she had been so focused on his well being she forgot to take care of her beauty; both inside and out. Her bright and effervescent soul had become dimmed, flat and stale. She had given it all to him and he consumed every last morsel with his darkness and downcast soul. Then rising up within her...a new voice began to howl like a wild animal from the depths of her being. "I can no longer stand to be your after thought, your option waiting in the wind. The one you count on to be there when your chosen one won't bend. I'm worth more than your second best, second choice, second love , or not at all. Just a used up option you find useful to stroke your pride and ego when your true love rejected you, shot you down, failed you in some way or how. I'm not here to edify and dignify and glorify your presence when your ultimate treatment of me is never better than second. I AM WORTH MORE than being sequestered to the porch of your heart. And I was created to be light and stand apart..." Then suddenly, the words begin to pour out of her mouth and she audibly says, "this is ridiculous, I am so much better than who I've become and one day...he's going to realize what he's done, but I know who I am and this is not acceptable." With the inner peace of knowledge and fire within her soul, she rises up from the steps, flips her hair and smiles like she had all the times before. One day he will unlock the door and with realization in his eyes. He will learn that he lost the best thing that ever entered his life #tealmoonpink#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing,#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#3amthoughts#sittingundertrees
28.05.2018 18:13:14
Inspired by @tealmoonpoetry  and my new book #atthewishingwell 
I'm doing a word
Inspired by @tealmoonpoetry and my new book #atthewishingwell I'm doing a word prompt challenge for the month of June. All words relating to what else..... FAIRYTALES. USE #aatw18. It begins May 31! The author whose poem with the most likes at the end will will a free signed copy of At The Wishing Well. #atww18#abbeyforrestpoems#stirredmoments#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#instapoet#writing,#poetry#introvert#introvertquote#3amthoughts#sittingundertrees#love#lovequote#poetrycommunity#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#magicinside#dreamland#dreams#fairytales#worldofpoets#wordprompts
28.05.2018 10:52:27
My third book At The Wishing Well is set to release on June 1st.  It will be add
My third book At The Wishing Well is set to release on June 1st. It will be added to the link in my profile. The poem that inspired the name is below Will you meet me at the wishing well where our dreams unfold a story to tell of adventure and freedom and songs of passion ambitions of glory and lovers expressions Sit beside me at the wishing well I promise to listen to all that you tell your hurts and your sorrows and the days of strife I want to encourage you each day of your life Look into my eyes at the wishing well you know you have me under your spell when our eyes are fixed and the world just fades it's your hand I want to hold for the rest of my days..... At The Wishing Well
28.05.2018 10:45:21
I thought I was alone in this naked silence,
But you heard the whispers of my he
I thought I was alone in this naked silence, But you heard the whispers of my heart. Even in your absence I could sense your every breath, as you exhaled wave after wave across the nape of my neck. @herperplexedsoul - Lines 1&2 @abbeyforrest - Lines 3&4 This is a #poetrypasstheparcel.(All Rules Below) @pinkskyink will be next Add two lines however you want. Change the background as you like. Show us what you're made of girl! (Tag us when you post) Then pass on the the final writer.
27.05.2018 16:19:03
I want to ride on wild horses in the valley of the deep 
And whisper to the wind
I want to ride on wild horses in the valley of the deep And whisper to the winds while sailing on the sea. To run with all my might Wind whipping through my hair And to dance in summer ains Without one little care I want to stand on mountain tops screaming with passion to the peaks I want to listen so intently To every word you have to speak I want to sip from crystal rivers Liquid glory upon my tongue Bathing in glorious moon beams When the day is done. I want to look up to the sky A starry scene to read but more than anything... I want to watch you while you sleep.
27.05.2018 03:10:21
Daydream Illusions
Dancing around their feelings
pretending this isn't happening
Daydream Illusions Dancing around their feelings pretending this isn't happening Until he can no longer contain And his bespoken love Rains down, drenching her She melts before him And gives him all. #tealmoonpink
26.05.2018 21:45:04
Sometimes
I feel like I'll never be enough
Like your touch was just a lie
And wh
Sometimes I feel like I'll never be enough Like your touch was just a lie And when you called my name It was just a game to help me die A little inside And when I cried You'd pretend to care And when I'd hide My eyes of sadness You'd fake your feelings of empathy and guilt And all the while your ego inflated Because you had control To make me feel deep emotions While you felt nothing for me. So sometimes between the spaces Of loves I've lost and lines I've crossed None have hurt me more than You.
26.05.2018 02:43:26
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