Category: Poetry

Unfortunate soul

Dead man: Unfortunate, you made my soul You lied, you and your globe too An imaginary world you created How could I have doubted you Your magic reached far and wide Now I must take with me you This soul must have its revenge It will not rest till you are dead   Seer: Crimson red … Continue reading Unfortunate soul

Just one message

  Just one message And Poetria remembered her life's purpose To motivate those of like minds And wake sleepy ones  Just one kind lady And Poetria will stop the forming circus By inspiring with written words And pleasing your sense Just one message And Poetria awakened from her slumber Now freed from life's lulling embrace … Continue reading Just one message


Those eyes on you Dark and green Deeply engraved on your bark Sees all, yet so silent You look out on to the lush green plain Little creatures with tails in question marks scurry all over your green hair Then they invade your limbs and all that is spread before you with abandon Yet you … Continue reading Unwavering

A fool in love

    In his arms I writhed The hiss from his lips, my soul soothed The rough of his palm, my needy spirit calmed The fire in me burnt bright Fuelled by his lies I would have it no other way Cocooned in the world he carved for me A slave to my desires Blindly, … Continue reading A fool in love

Mistress of spices

Walking down a street in ShakiI met a mistress of spicesHer skin was so enticingHer eyes were invitingAnd her aura was captivatingI thought her fantasticShe fed me her spicesThey teased my sensesHmmm… tastyI asked her secretWhat gives a taste so pricelessShe told me in whispersThe secret of her spicesWas the soul in her peppersBirthed from … Continue reading Mistress of spices


You deny my tears You don't validate my fears Don't cry when I flee     Image credit: werner22brigitte via Daily Prompt: Denial

Iya mi

She is an ordinary extraordinary woman With no bone of jealousy in her A symptom of the common woman Always full of appreciation For life's gifts No matter how minimal She seeks no one's acceptance Never the centre of controversy Her instinct is to love and nurture Even those undeserving She wears a label That of … Continue reading Iya mi