Brilliantly, after saying my prayers,
the candle burned out.
Glistening and glimmering were the stars
from dusk till dawn,
overlooking the sea where the moon was shining.

I sat, marinating in the lunar night,
as if Heaven itself
had poured fortune into me.
Gratitude rested with me,
in snow-white sheets.

Inspired by the silent places
I’ve wandered beneath the sky,
Luna walked into view
a blessing, unseen until tonight.

I took a leap of faith,
and Luna stepped onto my path.
We began our walks through day and night.

But as weeks passed,
we are no longer tight.
Distance stretched between us,
unclear
like a deer caught in light,
my heart too weary to fight.

There was a spark
when it started.
Now emotionally,
I feel completely discarded.

Sitting at this table,
My sisters in their place,
My brother at the top,
With a baby by his waist.

We’re mostly parents now,
With our kids in tow,
But when I look at your faces,
I see the little kids I used to know.

We all have our own lives,
Of our own creation,
No longer just play pretend
On some summer vacation.

A brand new generation,
Being raised by us,
They’re little and young and free,
And I love them all so much.

Even when I don’t see them,
Or weather cancels our plans,
Being a sister, a mother, an aunt-
The best roles I could ever land.

And we’ll sit here at this table,
Loud, chaotic, and such,
Often I’m sad, honestly mad,
But in this moment, life has given me so much.

Royalty, dressed in purple and gold
The King of Hearts rested on his throne.
As he aged, betrayed by his FAM,
The ruler of the land knew:
To die with honor
Was to die by his own hand.

At the beach, on the rocks, with sword
Was where he planned
To slowly bleed away
The site of the next wave,
From blue to red,
As oxygen had its way.

But then came strangers
Who seized the day
Servants of the Lord
Rescued him from the grave.

He was given a new personal legend:
Not to die for loved ones,
But to live
In pursuit of eternal life in Heaven.

Warm & comfortable,
feathers & cotton
I am cooler than the other side.
Wherever I lay, it provides
a soft place for my tears;
it’s absorbed them for years.

Wrapped around my head,
it protects my ears.
Still play fights during the day,
and dreams at night.

I love my pillow  it’s the best,
my quiet cure
for everyday stress.

Newbie to Hello Poetry
Here magnifying my powerful WORD,
I'm starting to believe it's my spiritual blessing,
conversations with myself
messages sent and received
be careful powerful Word on mission
without the vibration of sound
what is it this traveling force that is hidden all around?
I am new here,
Yup trouble from out of town!
  As far as I know at first it was first written in stone
now it's written in our hearts
A bright light exposing shame,
instead of stepping forward to fight,
you run into the night.
The wicked wizard of the West came to ****** souls,
He gained his sorcerer powers by the teachings of his mom.
She is a Burja so it's in my blood to do so.
She never tells me she loves me
She taught me how to cast spells and use my word to curse people ugly.
I am not proud of these things
I can't control my upbringing
So now I'm letting it out
Hello Poetry!