World Poetry Day 2021

The Underwater World

As I gently shut my eyes
I recall the day
The summery tropical afternoon
I spent snorkeling by the bay

The fresh turquoise water
Touches my face
And right underneath me
Unravels a captivating place

Shoals of vibrant fish
Swimming all around
In every possible color
Yellow, red, or brown

An underwater paradise
Formed by exotic coral reefs
Large living and breathing structures
Home to a plethora of beings

A world of unknown
I gaze to the ocean floor
An aesthetic scenery
A mystical world to explore

⁃ SaaniaSparkle 🧚🏻‍♀️

132 thoughts on “World Poetry Day 2021

  1. beautiful author ! …a tremendous choice of words brings the reader into a fantastic dream world. thank you and wonderful easter or the corresponding equivalent of your faith
    a follower…

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  2. Lovely! My idea of paradise is snorkelling by a palms-edged golden-sands tropical beach with coral and exotic fish and other life. Adore it, even though it’s 25 years since I last did it – Australia’s Green Island near Cairns.

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  3. For someone who has been afraid of the wind, it’s very courageous to do skydiving!! We have a twin in the family (my nieces) – did your sister have the same trouble with fear? Great you came by, Jesh

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  4. Solange ich sagen kann
    ,…….“ICH BIN“,……..
    werde ich mir bewusst,
    daß die Schöpfung
    mir einen Hauch von nichts
    im Vergleich zur Ewigkeit
    geschenkt hat.

    Frieden und Liebe


    Ein Lächeln in euren Tag

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    1. A Chamber Of , Anger!!


      Hearing ” grave bonding I hearing babies down the hall, toxic anti obituaries; ghost’s’ drift

      some grey zone into helping another remember… { Morticians & death curse } but, No Schindler – grasping whom cared for this bloody war – Toxic? agreed; some game wounds left shattered glass..
      The lovly dynamic’s of relationships; voices Co’h’ gan?
      Advantage by reconciliation…- I’m falling towards Simmons lost war 💃🌝🙌
      A mile; joke ” egg in your beer ” classic sharps walking sticks..

      body sources longing for cheaper 1920’s yrs of anti greed trips me back, relief of raids blazing blame though streets, viruses, eggshells, honeymoon – She’ll whisper ” you are free ” My question’s melted… Puddle of tears wade,

      chamber owls vanishing words among death;. Simmons??? Like collecting fake wax…

      Souls might table knock – one I’m home; or right here next to you waiting-

      memories of the good ol’ bad ol’ days

      that new slap in the face kinda anger roars it’s ugly bellow; kid’s daughter scilent creep – no remorse towards new games, like a video of Attack on Pearl Harbor ongoing today…

      A negative of: no clue sourcing & annoyingly inaccurate; backbones with, snubbing & moaning:” Your wasting my time – No longer friends w3 only paint feuds soaker hur: of honoured fit hurt… 🎁 no much? “” I shell think ” you give me the ” Shiver’s ”

      Schönberger to Juliska and Samu Szeged, the eldest of , followed sister Erzsébet
      Ingham Dickie
      Czechoslovakia joukowsky Hastings
      Tieg Ms. Adams- What to do next??
      Don’t just do me like that..


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