Category: Passion

Seek happiness

Foxtrot or quickstep? Dreams and heart makes her choices. In tandem with life. Funmi stared at the letter in her hands. She couldn't believe it. She got the job! She could feel the joy rise inside her, brimming to the fore and threatening to push open the coffers she normally had her emotions in. The … Continue reading Seek happiness

Spread magic

Gloom and doom slayer. Born of man, it lights the night. Its name? 'Smile, the blind'. And though it sees not itself, It sees and feels its magic. ❤Aweni

Bewitched

Sliding feet, bent arms On stars, I waltz in worship Back to eyes and lips My body and soul possessed The demon is Musica ❤Aweni

The Oomph

Unique style in spades Cold shoulder to naysayers Dreams in abundance Attitude oozing from pores His Oomph will light the darkness ❤Aweni Image and poetry ©Aweni Adams 2019

A poet’s promise

    Should this pen fail me, Should this papyrus crumble, I shall tarry not. My blue blood will on stone write. I'll sacrifice to earn light. ©Aweni Image credit: Google This Tanka poem is in response to Colleen’s weekly Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge. The prompts for this week’s challenge are synonyms of GIVE and RECEIVE. … Continue reading A poet’s promise

I dare you

  When I wear my heart on my sleeve, I am daring you to crush or keep, A heart steeped in need & glee. Knowing it matters not to it, What your choice will be. Either way its win & win A crush will its glee kill. A keep, its needs meet. As far as … Continue reading I dare you

Mind sex

  She made love to his mind. This was no balderdash like phone sex. Apologies to aficionados. Theirs was dynamite and illuminating. But just a sandglass long. He knew it not as sin. Until he could look his wife not in the eye.   ©Aweni Image credit: Deflyne

Passion

Found it here, dear Lord! That which waketh my slumber And thrills all season. ©Aweni Haiku inspired by Vivian Zems's threos of passion Image credit: Free-photos

My High

  Each one of my cells vibrates, Lifting up an inch Then another Until I am lifted. Detached from my body, My soul soars. With the doves I fly. Not satisfied, I sail high Then higher, To the seventh heavens. My form weightless, I slip In and out Of worm holes And through galaxies. The … Continue reading My High

My passion

  Time is like thyme. It seasons a life, Like the lines In my rhyme. Yet, I see no dime I do not whine. For, my passion is rife And, I am cursed to write.     Image credit: Stevepb via Daily Prompt: Rhyme