Patreon is a place for all members to relate to each other! In this sacred space, we share poetry weekly, and enjoy the services Nonna provides at a seriously LOW price, and create a REAL Community! The Hand Made ART of these members are just a few of many gifts we bestow on our community!
At Nonna’s Patreon, every Wednesday is an inspiring Poetry Wednesday, where every member gets involved! Here Are Some of Our Popular Pieces!
| Life’s Great!! Waking up this morning Feeling great Full of Life The invincible, unstoppable ME What more can I ask for Looking and feeling my best The stuff dreams are made of Exceptional in thy sight Oh what a wonderful life, it is No one can take This HIGH from me Feeling as though there’s a rebirth within I was once lost But now I’m found I can’t wait for the morrow To experience this feeling all over Life’s great and worth living It’s been a long time Inspired this way Don’t know what’s come over me But I Feel Like The New Me On my endeavor to work these words Songs so sweet to my ear Like birds singing in the morning sun I’ve found a New Love Apple of my eye Me, Myself, and I There’s No greater love Than love for one’s self No one can take away from me Poetry in motion Your’s Truly ~D. Ming |
| Ode to the Onion Sweet bulb Buried under the dirt No sunshine reaches you Safe and secure below Layer upon layer built up Protect the heart Suffocating under the protection of dirt The need for sunshine and air Profound, instinctual Organic, green antennae bursting! Bursting from deep within the modest heart Of a modest, little bulb Full of nothing but organic potential A single Onion A speck in a drop in a waterfall making its way through Eternity A single Onion – magnificent and insignificant Unaware of the minuscule Unaware of the monumental A single onion grows ferociously Delicate, doomed tendrils of life Green and free Plunging into the vast blue above with beautiful abandon Every ravage of the world sent down the veins To the bulb Every detriment overcame Bringing fortitude Simple joy Raindrops and the sunshine that dries them Fragments of life flowing by to exist for a fleeting moment with An Onion The tickle of a deer’s tongue The pinch of a rabbit’s teeth The prickle of a beetle’s feet Down the veins Down through Earth The Onion Committing rebellious alchemy Alchemizing existence The pain and beauty of being The universe expressed In an Onion Hearty, boisterous blooms Vigorous fragrance drains the Onion A bulb plucked from the earth before it blossoms Strong and misunderstood Desired and wanted The onion weeps as the knife works Committing rebellious alchemy in the air Organic potential bleeds on the board The smell of a weeping Onion elicits tears Aggressive empathy demanded Weep for the beauty and the tragedy of existence Perpetual, rebellious alchemy Sweet bulb Grown buried under the dirt A single Onion A speck in a drop in a waterfall making its way through Eternity Magnificent and insignificant A single Onion ~Cherie Lynn |
| The Loneless Widow A widow of her best Sits at night In the Beautiful Light The beautiful widow Mourns her husband, As the days go by In the midst of time She gazes at the stars As they fade She looked into the stars And prayed About this pain Day by Night She’d become Depressed and slowly… Was gone. Looking into the eyes of Death She was Peaceful. Almost Perfect Hannah W. |
| Darkness Sometimes I wished I was as dark As they perceive To become the perceivable To be my deceit I wished that only I had the heart to say And to smite, and to spike What the say soers think I flay I wished…just once The darkness they think I am Will fly out with passionate rage And astoundingly sliver their hands Everyone’s a critic We all have our lies But that one thing that which is me I will never hide I am golden in flesh And purple in aura The heart yearns to make anew Wishing in a sudden roar Their whispering would foretell right So that I can stop being me for a moment And suffocate the liars through day and night. If I then become The darkness they fear so They would no longer be liars They’d be the dead that foretold ~Noni Night |
| Frostbite Bitten until brittle Burn until frozen Cold until hardened Elements of pain can manifest into the Darkest night Stealing your breath in your chest Redefining your very essence Embraced until solid Cool until calm Hot until softened Elements of love can shed light into the Darkest of nights Gifting your heart with fulfillment Sculpting your very soul Light and Dark are intertwined One must only discover their harmony ~K. Sims |
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