The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

my heartbeat (poem)

Nov
30

an ageless question I ask myself
who am I if I’m without
(more…)

to breathe (poem)

Jan
19

For F and Y

let me breathe, I need to breathe
see the waters boil and seethe
(more…)

lamp on the wood (poem)

Jan
07

bright lamp on the wood beside my window
keeping watch with steady eye and yellow
(more…)

I promised you stories (poem)

Nov
24

I promised you stories—
visions of golden light,
right out the gate—
can you see them,
glinting in the bright sun,
or hear their whispers
on the flowing breeze
streaming over your ears
and into your heart—
listen! I say, just listen
a little while to the sound of my heart
whispering into your own

feeling (poem)

Nov
24

I’m feeling a little broken
right now
I’m sure there are better things
(more…)

sunbeam (poem)

Nov
07

drink down the sun, like a golden
beam seeping into my heart
play it again in the morning
draw it back up and restart

now (poem)

Nov
07

wake me now
the world’s all up
sun in the sky
and tea in my cup

slow down now
and play that song
the song that carries
my heart along

worth (poem)

Oct
30

what is the worth of a poem, caught in the hand
the words that tumble over and over themselves
poured out of a heart that’s too full, a mind that’s too loud
maybe someday, somehow I’ll figure it out

dream of you (poem)

Sep
18

For F and Y

I dream of you when I shall sleep
and in my heart, all memories keep
of every day you loved me too
I will not stop from loving you

upon us (poem)

Sep
18

new days come upon us and find us waiting
hope springs anew within our beating hearts
that today, the daylight finds us saving
all our dreams, and promises come through

bruises (poem)

Jul
26

For F and Y

I feel bruises
on my heart
that’s where you used to live
and where the fire started
just beneath the crest
of collarbone
buried in my flesh
just like my beating love for you
stronger than my heartbeat pulse
but every word you took to me
like knives and wounds you beat on me
bruised my heart
and now it cries
for you

love is the tie (poem)

May
02

love is the tie that binds
the wandering child to its home
and draws me back again no matter
how far the heart may roam