Winter Bulb

Please don’t make me go in that cold damp dirt, I’m small, and I’m fragile, I know it will hurt. You’re meant to be planted, you’re a winter bulb, Only when you blossom, will your story be told. The weight is too heavy, I can’t hardly breath, It’s squeezing me tight, please someone help me,…

The Things We Think #poem

Good thoughts, bad thoughts Truths, and the lies. Hidden acts, cunning pleasures, Masked by devious eyes. Locked away in thought, Never voiced, never told, Will no one know intent, Or that your mind can be so bold? The things we welcome in, And the brilliance swirled about, Imagining worst fears, Will we ever push them…

The Popularity Scramble #poem

Let’s all run and hustle, bigger house, better car, We can always go further, no matter how far. Dress this way dress that, with faces so polished, Realities masked, real emotions demolished. When life catches up, its a slap in the face, Because life doesn’t care about our popularity race. So next time there’s an…

Casting Shadows #poem

When the morning sun rises, Face the opposite way. Take a look at your shadow, As it charges the day. Its shoulders are squared, Its neck stretches tall. It carries no baggage, No weight… big or small. With feet planted firm, Down to earth, always grounded. A pure reflection of you, There’s no chips, all…

If we were #poem

If emotions were pools – I’d be shallow. If guarded egos were balloons – You’d be a blimp. If hearts were flowers – We’d be wild If bravery were fish – I’d be a shrimp But if your wall had a crack – I would find it And if your heart were a net – I’d swim in Connect…

Be The Tree #poem

Warped are the roots, yet tall’s the old tree, What hides beneath the surface is strength, you see. Stronger with age, finds growth through the muck, The path of each finger searching sustenance, not luck. It either moves or it crushes some rocks in their way, Or it tunnels around, finds other places to stay….

Poem: Intuition

If it feels right, there’s a reason, We are human after all. All energy’s insightful, Even if it seems small. So, listen to that buzz, The tale-tale taps from your soul. It’s a little thing called intuition, And, it makes us humans whole. -Didi CONNECT WITH ME! AMAZON AUTHORS PAGE //  GOODREADS //  TWITTER LIKE AND FOLLOW…

Review: Whispers of Death, by Ronald Kihali #5star #poetry

My Review: The poems in this book are stunning, heart wrenching, and beautifully tragic. I feel bad admitting this, but I can’t quite recall how long it’s been since I picked it up. I get quite a bit of gifted books, contact reach-outs, and review requests. This year has been a weird one in my…