I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn. I kissed the cold lips, Gently touched the still heart, Leaving behind a part of my own Before I said final goodbye.
dreamer, poet, politics addict: Nara Hodge describes herself as a lover of words forever in awe of written word and the formidable beauty of poetry. She believes in therapeutic writing and often uses her poetry to express her pent-up emotions and untangle the chaotic thoughts of her restless mind. Nara refers to her writing as Restless Reflections, which is also the title of her poetry collection that is currently in progress.Nara writes poetry in English and Russian. She lives with her family in beautiful Oxfordshire, England.
The winds of time blow memories of you through my mind A sweeter love,i shall never know as the winds of time gently blow the smell of honeysuckle in the air two young people in love without a care Forever
I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.
You said you would be back in a minute But the minute became eternity. Swirling waters erased your physical presence And I was left with just a distant memory. Our journey was cut short You travelled to the other world