Oh, captivating beauty You are grand You are wonder of nature Your beauty is incomparable and unique Bare and untouched In you is All creation! Divine mixed Fire, water, air and than you Emerged from Earth You are the Feminine power Rising from ashes You…

in the delivery room, my heartbeat goes up, and then down, in pain, yet I smile, in few seconds, blossoms a new life. I hold you in my arms, and embrace you tightly to my heart, sometimes, I see you in the moonlight, at times…

clay woman; the womb of her belly earthen dirt mixed with water bled on the sheets during the fire of passion and whispered in the wind love, love, love as his hands shaped her into his desire and she dried and cracked and broke not…

Write a a poem in which the four elements (Earth, Wind, Fire, and Water) play an important part. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi.

Excited to be doing my third full marathon. I made so many friends through the last two years and hope to make a few more. The support offered here has led to my being ready to really put myself out there. Can’t wait to see…

the first words, starting coming hours before the starting~gun as I drifted off to sleep   I started the morning Beginning with The End, of yesterday.   the bittersweet cacophony ringin’ in my head “note-to-self for next time” never skip ahead   As the hours…

I did it They said it could not be done I did it Although it was not all fun Words didn’t come easy I stumbled and fell Sleep dragged me into an overwhelming hell But I did it Although I too doubted it But now…

You astound me To be speechless, While bearing witness of brilliance, An understatement of your truth. How did God create you, Molded and shaped you, so perfectly Could it be, meant for me? Fingers laced, my heart raced When you pulled me in to kiss When…

Go ahead and make a wish Today is your day to shine You deserve all the best in life The world is yours to behold You are a good person With a heart made of gold Worthy of all the dreams You long to achieve…

Itzpapalotl stretches her obsidian butterfly wings into meteor-streaked skies The muses reach for final burst of inspiration, scavenging words from dreamscapes Words jotted down in notebooks find their final form in lines Not so much written but intuited by zombie-like autopilot mind All the remnants…