Like following Hansel’s bread crumbs,

Picking one at a time,

Is what it was like for him

To choose the right words

To confess his love

For her.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: Ange-L-ove

All That Remains.



Darkness reflects greed

By taking the biggest slice,

All that remains?

A crescent moon.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by:  FramedByNature

Daily Prompt: Moon

The Signs.


Move aside

When the clouds gather,

And drops show signs

Of an imminent shower;


For nature’s stampede.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: fear-sAs

Peace (Original-Dante & ForgottenMeadows)

Neha from ForgottenMeadows and I have decided to do a collective of collaborations each month, for the next five months. This collaboration is the fourth of five, and our title this time around was Peace. If you’re interested in reading our previous collaborations in this project, you can find them in the following links:






If you haven’t checked out Neha’s blog already I suggest you do,😀 like now! She graces WordPress with poetry for the soul, check her out, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Here’s a link to her blog ForgottenMeadows .



My section is in this colour

Neha’s section is in this colour


A medium

That best magnifies

A piece of my mind

To give me peace of mind,

Hand me the pen

And cue the white dove,

No pre-determined formula

Nor appraisal for the zen

We search for everyday.


But when luck has it

And light seeps

From this vessel,

The result of being

An advocate for light,

Touching souls

On being able to relate,

On ups and downs;

No greater euphoria.


When all is said and done

Granting peace to others

Far supersedes

My endless search

For inner peace.


Peace was born

in the eye of the storm

when time stood still


Peace was held

without expectations, without condemnations

without the dollar bill


Peace was yours

Peace was mine

Peace was free


Peace was found in quiet contemplations

in heart’s whispers

amidst the silence of trees


I searched for peace

in nature’s soul

to be whole

to find me.


– Original-Dante & ForgottenMeadows ©2016



Before I saw her,

I never knew

What amazing is.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: Sortvind 



To realize

He had a mind

Of his own, from her pocket

He had to escape.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Photograph by: Destroth

The Platform (Part 2)

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The Platform (Part 1)

At what cost

Did the angelic voice surface?

Sieve the countless hours

Of studio presence and pitch perfection,

And all that remains,

Is solitude.

Friends, lover, all vacant

On board her vessel of success;

She would always ask herself

If it was all worth it,

Leaving a part of herself

To become someone else.


Her music unveiling

An untold yet cryptic story

Of those she left and still loves;

Hoping it gave them consolation.

– Original-Dante ©2016

Art by: tomatomatomato

Welcome Sounds.


In isolation

I embrace the sound

Of silence.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Photograph by: Miguel-Santos

In her Presence.


In a world

Where being in touch

With your dark side

Is deemed appropriate,

Her presence is a blessing,

Her presence is all I need,

To tap into the goodness

Of a heart predisposed

To bearing the unbearable

Pain of grudges.


– Original-Dante ©2016


Photograph by: chevyhax

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