Poem from the Haiku series.
When the days of winter start to turn away, it’s such a joy to wake up in the morning to the song of birds; there’s few things so inviting.
Love, Kiyo
25
Mar
2019
micropoetry
21
Mar
2019
Nocturnal Escape
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
Us, creators, we all have that moment when our minds seem to go into overdrive; mine often finds it when I lay down to sleep, as if the stillness opens up possibilities.
Love, Kiyo
20
Mar
2019
Levitation
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been fascinated with birds, and love to watch them fly-dance freely across the endless skies.
Love, Kiyo
16
Mar
2019
World in a Teardrop
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
Like many, I’ve felt the pressuring need to conform and do things like everyone else does; but the older I get, the more I learn to let it go and live my life the way I wish to live it.
Love, Kiyo
14
Mar
2019
Well of Words
Poem from the Haiku series.
Personally, I love that moment when you sit down and start something new; that feeling of everything being possible.
Love, Kiyo
12
Mar
2019
Emerald Rain
Poem from the Haiku series.
There’s music in that exact moment when all is silent, and you hear the rain begin to fall — softly, so softly, until it builds into a crescendo.
Love, Kiyo
11
Mar
2019
Mine to Take
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
We all know them, those moments when our fight has left us, but I always aim to live with the thought I can start anew; failure is just a lesson learned.
Love, Kiyo
06
Mar
2019
You’re a Kind of Magic
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
From our bodies to our souls, we are all different, but in one thing we are all the same; the desire to full-fill the dreams that live inside our hearts.
Love, Kiyo
05
Mar
2019
Remember Me
Poem from the Haiku series.
Deep in our hearts, I think we all have that wish; to be remembered for who we were, and what we meant to them.
Love, Kiyo
28
Feb
2019
Ink Black Moon
Poem from the Micro Poetry series.
So many nights, we can be found sending our thoughts to the pale shining moon — what stories would she tell if she could?
Love, Kiyo
