Micro-Poetry – Page 2

– serene chaos

By: Mamello Mosiana Sep 23, 2018Sep 23, 2018

Micro-Poetry, Poem, Self Love#micropoetry, #PoetryBlog, Creative Writing, Inner Peace, Intersectional Feminism, Love, Mantra, mental health, Mind Body Soul, Poem, Self Love, Short Verse, Verse2 Comments

of inner-peace

it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breathe🍃 Featured Image: @ronyhernandes

autumn

By: Mamello Mosiana Aug 22, 2018Aug 21, 2018

Depression, Micro-Poetry, Verse#micropoem, #Poetry, #PoetryBlog, Autumn, Black Poets, Depression, mental health, Poem, Relationships, Seasons, SuicideLeave a Comment

i imagine had i fallen i would want you to treat it as autumn as if I were leaf falling from a tree, nature running its course do not gesticulate and fan yourselves wildly as if burning from the summer heat i had long been a flower losing its light

the inner workings of magic

By: Mamello Mosiana Jul 27, 2018Aug 18, 2018

Micro-Poetry, Self Love#micropoem, #micropoetry, #Poetry, #PoetryBlog, Creative Writing, Inner Peace, Love, Mind Body Soul, Personal Growth, Poem, Reclaiming My Time, Spiritual, Spiritual Healing1 Comment

of the magic of self love and solitude

-immutable

By: Mamello Mosiana Jul 5, 2018Jul 2, 2018

Healing, Micro-Poetry, Self Love#micropoem, #micropoetry, #Poetry, Healing, Mind Body Soul, Overcoming, Personal Growth, Poem, Reclaiming My Time, Self Love, Spiritual HealingLeave a Comment

unwaveringly herself

home

of sex

tumescence

By: Mamello Mosiana Jun 11, 2018Jun 5, 2018

Love, Micro-Poetry, Sex#micropoem, #micropoetry, #Poetry, Creative Writing, LGBT, Loss, Lovers, Nude Photography, Poem, Sex-Positive1 Comment

a micro-poem on foreplay

the unfeeling

By: Mamello Mosiana May 23, 2018May 26, 2018

Micro-Poetry, Poem#MayMentalHealthAwarenessMonth, #micropoem, #micropoetry, #Poetry, Creative Writing, Decay, Depression, mental health, Mental Health Awareness Month, Poetry Blog, VerseLeave a Comment

I thought I was better ‘til I put my fingers to the fire saw them burn but did not feel a thing -numb Featured Image: original art by Mamello Mosiana Similar Posts: decay – vapour -energy