Micropoetry Quotes

Micropoetry Quote of the day

Bridge burned from end to end, and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.

Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

Careful.The fall is quick, steep, and permanent.

I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.

I bleed to un-break you, un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.

I build boxesand place them at your feet, to measure the distance between dreams and reality.

Broken.As I search for hope, In the same eyesI lost it.

Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.

I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.

You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.

Stars are shining, my dreams too

I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.

I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

In that wounded place, buried betweenmy ribs and letting go, I miss you.

Through windows, in wishing wells, whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.

The echo of a red rose
at the sunset, you decided
to check out.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

You are to me, what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall, the reason for me to fly.

LIFE’S SOFT EDGES‘Tis a truth I will confess that we ofttimes find soft edges –to such a degree, our livesare well manifestof people’s kindliness.