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~ Merry Christmas ~

Blue Christmas Tree

.. “My name is Strength,

my colour is Love,

Shades of Acceptance,

Bright nuances of Light,

Depth of Belief,

Brushes of Inspiration,

Dipped in Beauty,

Painting the Canvas of Life!“…

Excerpt from ~ Colours ~
LauraLME @ Verses in motion © #Poetry

~Wishing You ALL a Peaceful Christmas!~

Verses In Motion

      OUT NOW ALSO ON iTUNES WORLDWIDE !!! 

- Verses In Motion is a book with a contemporary poetic style, melting musical vibes, breathtaking images and inspirational universal messages.

The poems in this book are the reflected image of the author’s soul, the representation of her inner parallel life. Poetry, becomes here, more than writing or reading, it is the essence of our “being human”, a condition, not only a form of artistic expression, but a way to share heart and soul, a flow of inspirational waves, words, sounds, emotions, memories, it’s instinctive and universal, it’s about colors and nuances of life events.

Dedicated to all Peaceful Warriors, these verses in motion, will take you to a wonderful soul journey… “Where the invisible becomes essential.” -

Verses In Motion EBook Out Now On  >> Kindle <<  

 Photography by Anna Simi – All Rights Reserved - 

Verses In Motion By Laura LME ©  - All Rights Reserved - 

Read some of the  >> REVIEWS << 

≈ Love Monologue ≈

“LOVE MONOLOGUE”

My Poem ≈ Love Monologue ≈

is now…

Verses in Motion ≈ Video Poetry in Music

#Music-Vocals  > Cass Ferre |

#Photography > Jonahh Oestereich|

#Video Production > Jack Varnell |

#Poetry  > LauraLME |

#DreamsCanComeTrue

Art & Poetry: Colors…

“Colors”  by Laura LME ©

My name is love
my color is red
vivid drops of ruby
poured over your skin
showers of ink and paint
dominated by shadows
in the light of antic flames
burning your heart

My name is pain
my color is orange
veins of flowing fluid
deep slopes of sharpness
in the cavities of time
pressing against your organs
extracting bitter tears
contracting your soul

My name is hope
my color is yellow
wires of metallic nets
needles of faith
spread around you
thin rays of thunder
conducting electricity
empowering your mind

My name is strength
my color is power
shades of acceptance
nuances of fight
depth of belief
brushes of inspiration
dipped in beauty
painting the canvas of life!


My Book Cover “Guarded” by Kristina Laurendi Havens

“Guarded” Painting by Kristina Laurendi Havens

Verses by LauraLME
Copyright 2009
All rights reserved

You think you can win
spreading your rage all around me!
See … My love is stronger than your hate
Higher than your bullets
You want to kill my dreams
turning them into nightmares
But Faith is NOT pain
You throw heavy words
like swords and I laugh, crying,
My skin is harder,
You won’t cause wounds
If I get hurt I will bleed inside
And you will never see the truth
You will be standing there
looking and feeling right,
I’ll be marching like a soldier
My heart as a shield
Guarded!
Intercepting attacks
with an open soul,
Covering the scars with my hands
meeting my soul in prayers
where we were once ONE,
in complete harmony,
when Love was Peace!
a time so far away …
lost in tears and screams!
You will never see the truth,
through the thin crack of your eyes,
and the thick walls of scorn
only the endless wire of accusations
will penetrate and invade your brain
made of hard pieces of iron
banging against the soft walls of my heart…
And now look at me!
I’ll stay still, on standby,
Guarded!
Until your next attack to my weakened fortress.

Article by Kristina Laurendi Havens … A Story of Twitter Success

Mosaic, a vision of Love.


Mosaic
By LauraLME
©

A vortex of stars
was sent our way,
a tumult of passions,
ran us over,
colliding with our dreams.
We became sand,
soaked by the ocean
carried away in unknown waters,
lost on a hostile land.
Unrecognizable eyes,
laid siege to us,
prisoners in our own cage.
Planning our escape,
from the ropes of ferocious events,
we followed our hearts,
looking inside the maze of our souls,
we found our way back to the light,
we won the darkness,
we stood in the breach.
In the brevity of an instant,
we were born again,
perfect plugs of our mosaic.