Tracey Anne 🦋

Dear Friends, I’m humbled by your generous support for the launch of my #poetry book. “Full Moon Confessions” has been a work of passion that has found its way to being published, thanks to amazing support & guidance of Gabriela & Hikari #Amazon : a.co/d/byeZzNq

Hello everyone. A professional commissioned analysis of Literary Revelations Publishing House compared to other indie presses. I hope you you read this 🙏🌹 @LR_Publisher #literaryrevelations #poetrylovers #haiku literaryrevelations.com/2026/03/13/lit…

You like it In the limelight But no light in there That dark room Is your new home You can't speak You can't move Not ever again You'll slowly Go insane Alone in there But you are not alone It's even worse than that #horrorprompt #vsshorror

A Forrest fire begins with a lightning strike Our burning desire started with playful eyes Your kiss ignited a kinetic storm I could never stop Passion can't be bottled up When love scorches the skin with ravenous abandon #vss365 #lightning #poetry 🎨 Pinterest Image

Sunglassing Delightful Blanketing Our Rapport Sunlight met us head on blinding your smile’s shyness Gathering courage you dive into mine commanding me Blinking astonishment I look inside your gorgeous eyes They invite a strange rapport as we both step thru time. Doubts scatter like rain laughter footprinting shadows Sunglassing delightful you take my hand as skies open Poems streetlight minds as I read your epic language Introverted intuition mentions that you already know. An evening of laughter stills our atmospheric harmony We bridge moments looking for who we once were Nothing tastes like now as we're copies of madness Will you play with me just to build a new fire in our sky? Watered, love never abandons disguised metaphors Our eyes finally meet as stars blanket us under light I’ve always written you as a ghost commanding nights Your gentle sighs touch what our words still mirror. #GravityWaves 🎨: IMER6IA / INNERLIGHT

Storm claws the sky’s face An eagle rides winds in #harmony #Lightning marks the path Rustling clouds whisper Sultry syllables sway through dusk Wings refuse the gale Below fades the chintzy storm Packing away until next year Dawn crowns patient wings #vss365 #fairytalepoets

brewed fresh and emptied hourly the dark roast tasted like wine aged in oak barrels #15wordpoet @15WordPoet #poem #poetry

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #moonmystic She's a #bonny lass with the voice of autumn. She's sultry reflections of a fiery copper...Where one could say, a lustrous desire where her sins double down in your soft morning embrace as her blue eyes flutter, come hither on the bank of her midnight rivulets of moonlight!... Pinterest

#vss365 #lightening #CulturalHeritage Where is the Holy Grail? Legends about the Holy Grail in Portugal weave together an intriguing tapestry of Templars, hidden symbols, and poetic wordplay that has fascinated historians and mystics alike; many point first to the Knights Templar, who were given vast lands in what is now central Portugal after their suppression elsewhere in Europe, and who later evolved into the Order of Christ, an order deeply connected with maritime exploration and the great “Age of Discoveries.” In Sintra, at Quinta da Regaleira, the famous Initiation Well is often seen as a symbolic Grail portal: a spiral descent into the earth, nine levels echoing Dante’s Divine Comedy, alchemical initiations, and Templar crosses carved into stone, all suggesting that this landscape was designed as a sacred map of spiritual rebirth—exactly the kind of setting where a hidden Grail myth would feel at home.  The connection continues with Christopher Columbus, who some alternative historians claim had secret ties to Portuguese nobility and the Order of Christ, suggesting that his voyages—and the “discovery” of new worlds—were inspired or protected by esoteric knowledge preserved on Portuguese shores; in this view, Portugal becomes the guardian of secret wisdom passed on from Jerusalem, through the Templars, into the maritime brotherhoods that reshaped the world.  Even the word “Portugal” itself has inspired mystical etymologies: some writers playfully link it to “Portus” (harbor or gate) and “Graal” or “Graal/Grial,” reading the name as “Porto do Graal,” the Port of the Grail, or, in more poetic circles, “Poetugal,” the land of the poets, where the Grail isn’t just a physical cup but a symbol of divine inspiration, spiritual initiation, and the creative fire that fuels art and literature. When you add in the country’s dense network of Templar castles in places like Tomar and Almourol, churches aligned on mysterious geomantic lines, and a long tradition of mystical poetry and saudade—a longing for something lost yet ever-present—it’s easy to see why so many feel that if the Grail exists anywhere, it might be in Portugal, hidden not only in stone and symbol, but in the very soul and stories of Portugal. #gabrielamariemilton #theholygrail #Portugalholygrail #culturaljournalism

#vss365 #FromOneLine 409 #FoxProse @FoxProse #moonmystic "What time is breakfast?" He asks a sunlit sky awakening with midnight blue eyes, for he's longing to disappear in her sensual shoreline and wondering, "who writes the music?" ....She wishes to metaphor with his #harmony in a rhythmic interlude that symphonies no quietude!... Pinterest

#vss365 #FoxProse @FoxProse #fairytalepoets #moonmystic #kaytpoemprompts It was a hazy shade of love, let me pull it to the side, it was a cold morning that still stings. I need a silent ending to this #lethargy for your lips spell synonyms of honey sweetness. Now come back to bed, let me pillow you with my flushed glowing dewy skin, for you're a fine wine of lustful exhales and I want to sun-kiss your colors!... Pinterest

join me in this loving lethargy where tongues seek the lips licking the last bit of chocolate sending calories to the hips… #vss365

Time thrashes Wildly Her scalding seconds Hissing savagely Amidst the scavenged minutes Of my heartbeat’s forgetful thrum Every strained thud An aching reminder Of the blood Pumping In agonizing lethargy Through paper veins And withering flesh I feel the rhythm A rasping pulse Of grating discord Beneath pallid skin And frivolous disguise As I lie awake Bonded To the vicious nightmares Of this gaunt existence Imploring Beyond the darkness For a moment We both Stand still #vss365 #lethargy

Long gone Those poets who's eyes shift Between needle And thread Piercing the mornings dawn With thoughts Unread And now becomes You and I With dread From the selfish sky And all the questioning Of why Bleat me a Heartbeat Till tomorrow sings If I am to die Give me wings #poem

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Flowers their graceful beauty brightens our lives. #haiku #NaturePhotography

#vss365 #lethargy #GravityWaves A Fire Upon Your Deepness We were smoking outside in the garden of Desire Cigarettes After Sex played with all our dark sighs You reached down just to chill our hysterical eyes My lips all on fire as the rest of you became tinder. Even a falling rain dissolves as it wets anticipation You photograph my lethargy sliding up and down it Sharing all your secrets as I unlock your precious You’ve been too alone waiting as time ignites you. We’ve hidden our fire in burnt out pleading pianos Each key a song that knows how you like to play me You wanted to haunt my thoughts after you've gone So you devour my soul each time fire consumes us. 📸: David Cohn / Cigarettes After Sex

I just love to be nervous and sit in a chair for a moment before an interview.   緊張をほどよく愛し面接の前のひととき椅子に座れる   #萩原慎一郎  #poem #tanka #短歌 #短歌英訳

one of those nights that lasts forever when the sun like us stays even longer and you make me laugh when I say you're a bum and you give me that wink with a squeeze of my back cheeks and the sound of the ocean becomes the sound of Love #inkMine #poem #poetry #writingcommmunity

The serenade of raindrops That plays to the heartbeat of a memory... Have a wonderful midweek all ☕️✨️ #Wednesday #March #raindrops #poetry #thoughts #morning #NaturePhotography #NJ

- you broke my routine carb-stuft Sunday brunches fingers syrup sticky pieces of napkin stuck to my don’t-give-a-fuck face as if i’d forgotten a reason to bother no chapstick for tacky lips content in neglect indolent locks unkempt weekend #lethargy feeds another nap - #vss365