soulfulstirrings

A mom , an artist , a dreamer ...... my pen pens down what stirs my soul ! ���� I write ....what I observe .

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  • soulfulstirrings 1w

    @john_solomon @kehta_hai_joker .. shine in peace wherever you are my friends ��♥️✨

    Ragging
    Often youthful exuberance turns demonic when so called seniors in college choose to rag their juniors .. lives have been lost and bright minds buckle under the weight of depression . As parents we need to let our children know that there's never any room for behaviour where one hurts the other .

    Human trafficking
    Every day young children , girls and women are trafficked , bartered and sold across the globe .. betrayed by their very own .. forced into the flesh trade where life becomes one ravaging rut .


    #mirage_poetry_contest @lovenotes_from_carolyn @odysseus

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    Ragging

    trampled confidence
    crushed by imperious cliques
    a youthful soul wails


    Human Trafficking

    can you feel her pain
    as betrayal sears her heart
    bartered and ravaged

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    #like @odysseus

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    I oft witness life scattering me around
    like falling leaves on a windy day
    only to then restore my feuillemorte hues
    with touches of her verdant hand
    when I decay to bloom
    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 2w

    Tenalach' (Irish): A word used in the hills and mountains in the west of Ireland. It points to a relationship one has with the land/air/water, a deep connection that allows one to literally hear the earth sing.

    #monostitch @odysseus

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    Tenalach....

    and I oft beam like sunflowers when rays filter through my skin and the wind plays with my hair

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    #wanderer @odysseus

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    drenched in the dulcet hum of sirimiri
    I sit under the canopy of the azure
    in zen with my soul
    as I rein my wandering being
    to soak in the serenity of stillness

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    Unnoticed but content .
    There comes a time when one realises what did we rush for all our life ? A big house , money and the riches .. but in the end when you have it all one realises what matters is the peace and tranquility our hearts hold which money can't buy .. Nothing less , nothing more .
    I'd rather remain unnoticed yet harmonious
    than noticed but a chaotic storm within .

    #unnoticed @odysseus
    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️

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    as the world rushes by me
    and I exist unnoticed
    I let the wind embrace me
    and the river that flows by across
    sings me a lullaby of harmony
    I revel in my inconsequential existence
    as I remain unnoticed
    for I realise
    there's nothing more magnificent
    than the touch of nature
    that awakens my dormant soul
    and I sink in the serenity of my being
    as I ink a poesie in the name of gratitude
    that my heart holds and in being alive

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 3w

    Aren't we all poems ?
    Inked with different colours as we sail through moments of our lives in this transient pause called life .

    #random @odysseus

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    I am ...

    I am nothing but a whisper in this ephemeral pause
    sometimes a sigh
    sometimes mirth
    I am poetry etched on the canvas of moments
    that I barter with life

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 4w

    Wintertide

    with the world wearing white
    wintertide waltzes with winterberries
    withering woods whisper wishful words
    when woodlands witness waves of weariness
    whilst waning warmth warbles winter woes

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 5w

    #haynaku @odysseus

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❣️

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    sunsets
    are adieus
    embossed on skies

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 5w

    Sweet miseries dance on a poet's fingertips
    When quiet storms brew neath his ribcages Poetry bleeds from his heart
    And a restless calm slowly descends

    ©soulfulstirrings

  • soulfulstirrings 6w

    tangerine skies ?
    an enthralling ephemeral pause embossed on the bosom of blues
    when twilight tangos with night

    ©soulfulstirrings