Writer's Block
By MR aka Naila Moon
All rights reserved January, 7, 2014
Looking down at the blank sheet
I saw
Nothing!
How could this be?
I know the letters can form
Words.
I know that the words
Can form
Sentences.
Yet, here I am.
Staring.
Wondering.
Hoping.
Screaming!
Praying,
My way through this.
Why me?
Why now?
I must break through.
I must have ink to the paper.
I must form the words.
I must...
Oh, failure!
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Monday, September 23, 2013
Untitled Poem about Remorse...
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| Photo and Poem By:MR...aka Naila Moon All rights reserved 2013 |
Looking out onto the river,
her tears flowed freely.
It had been not even a year ago.
"How could it be true?" she questioned herself.
"How can I look at them again?"
The answers weren't there.
Only sadness and a solemnness with the smooth running water.
Her eyes filling up with tears again,
continued speaking out into the air as if someone was there
to hear her cries.
"What have I done?"
"What can I do to remove this pain?" she cried out.
No answers came because the truth was...
the cancer had returned.
All she could do was pray.
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*This poem was written in response to a writing challenge to write in 100 words about remorse without using the word. At this time, the poem is untitled because I could not think of a title other than the word, "Remorse".
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.A Nation Wept...In Memory of Sept. 11th
A Nation Wept
In Memory of Sept. 11th
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon
copyright Sept. 11, 2013/All rights reserved
A nation wept
The Mothers
The Fathers
The Children
The Unborn.
A nation wept
The tears of horror
The tears of loss
The tears of fear
The tears of unbelief.
A nation wept
In huddles
In aloneness
In solitude
In mass.
A nation wept
Moments of brokenness
Moments of insecurity
Moments of anger
Moments of togetherness.
A nation wept
Then bolstered
Then resolved
Then rebuilt
Then remembered.
A nation wept no more.
In Memory of Sept. 11th
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon
copyright Sept. 11, 2013/All rights reserved
A nation wept
The Mothers
The Fathers
The Children
The Unborn.
A nation wept
The tears of horror
The tears of loss
The tears of fear
The tears of unbelief.
A nation wept
In huddles
In aloneness
In solitude
In mass.
A nation wept
Moments of brokenness
Moments of insecurity
Moments of anger
Moments of togetherness.
A nation wept
Then bolstered
Then resolved
Then rebuilt
Then remembered.
A nation wept no more.
Monday, May 27, 2013
Thoughts In The Morning Revealed...a new poem
Thoughts In The Morning Revealed
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
copyright May 27, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Lost in my thoughts
As the sunrises over the mountains of the Rockies
To reveal the mornings dew.
My mind scrambled
In a million directions
Wanting longingly to be
With you,
Yet, that seems impossible.
You seem so distant
From what we once were.
A dream
Of yesteryear.
A blink in my eye
That is no more.
Why?
I ask this
As if there really is
An Answer,
But I know,
There is not.
So, I return
To the sunrise
And become once again lost
In my lonely thoughts.
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
copyright May 27, 2013 All Rights Reserved
Lost in my thoughts
As the sunrises over the mountains of the Rockies
To reveal the mornings dew.
My mind scrambled
In a million directions
Wanting longingly to be
With you,
Yet, that seems impossible.
You seem so distant
From what we once were.
A dream
Of yesteryear.
A blink in my eye
That is no more.
Why?
I ask this
As if there really is
An Answer,
But I know,
There is not.
So, I return
To the sunrise
And become once again lost
In my lonely thoughts.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Truly Yours...a poem
Truly Yours
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
Copyright May 1, 2013 All rights reserved
I search for you in the thickness of the morning dew.
You are nowhere to be found.
Surges of pain engross me
for I long for the scent of you.
I want to be held in your arms.
I want to be caressed by you once again.
I crave you.
I search for you again to no avail.
I am so lost in uncontrollable need.
Just as madness seems to consume my every breath
and I think all is lost,
You appear.
I run to you as if it had been years,
but in truth,
it had only been a few hours since I felt your kiss on my lips.
I fall into you and everything is sweet and blissful.
I am loved once again and all is right with the world.
I am truly yours.
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
Copyright May 1, 2013 All rights reserved
I search for you in the thickness of the morning dew.
You are nowhere to be found.
Surges of pain engross me
for I long for the scent of you.
I want to be held in your arms.
I want to be caressed by you once again.
I crave you.
I search for you again to no avail.
I am so lost in uncontrollable need.
Just as madness seems to consume my every breath
and I think all is lost,
You appear.
I run to you as if it had been years,
but in truth,
it had only been a few hours since I felt your kiss on my lips.
I fall into you and everything is sweet and blissful.
I am loved once again and all is right with the world.
I am truly yours.
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Pebble In My Shoe...a poem
Pebble In My Shoe
Dedicated to my dear friend, Frank Erard and the TEC community
By: MR aka Naila Moon
I put a pebble in my shoe
And thought of you
As you walked
On your first path with God.
Our life is sometimes
Like those pebbles.
Small little prayers
Said with every step.
Sometimes with pain
And
Sometimes, with joy.
The stone tumbled
And turned,
Over,
And over,
And over.
I smiled,
For I knew
My prayers were being heard
For you.
Dedicated to my dear friend, Frank Erard and the TEC community
By: MR aka Naila Moon
I put a pebble in my shoe
And thought of you
As you walked
On your first path with God.
Our life is sometimes
Like those pebbles.
Small little prayers
Said with every step.
Sometimes with pain
And
Sometimes, with joy.
The stone tumbled
And turned,
Over,
And over,
And over.
I smiled,
For I knew
My prayers were being heard
For you.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
The Dream Of A Lost Lover...a poem
The Dream Of A Lost Lover
by: MR aka Naila Moon
copyright March 2013
Why are you invading my dreams?
You are only an image now, of long ago.
The love I had for you vanished.
When you left me for another.
Why now?
Why this after so many years?
Why try to gain my love?
You can't you know.
I loved you once.
I did.
But now,
You are just someone I know
Only in a sleeping state.
by: MR aka Naila Moon
copyright March 2013
Why are you invading my dreams?
You are only an image now, of long ago.
The love I had for you vanished.
When you left me for another.
Why now?
Why this after so many years?
Why try to gain my love?
You can't you know.
I loved you once.
I did.
But now,
You are just someone I know
Only in a sleeping state.
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