Veera Lynn

Hello lovely, my pen name is Veera and I adore writing and being apart of a community, like this one. ✨💖💛🤍💛💖✨

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Veera Lynn

Hello lovely, my pen name is Veera and I adore writing and being apart of a community, like this one. ✨💖💛🤍💛💖✨

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🪻✨Periwinkle✨🪻

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Periwinkle

It’s her favourite colour

That decorates her room

In all it’s brilliant hues

To the colour of her vinyl wallpaper

A design of lavish flowers with a stain finish

To the velvet rug beneath her feet

That softly comforts her with every step

It’s a serene colour, a royal colour

It glints off glass from her overflowing perfumes

The only colours that dare to to interject

In her purpl...

Poetry

A Swan Mother’s Lullaby

Veera Lynn

1 min read

🎶 Shhh shhhhh

There goes the swan

Gliding gracefully in her pond

Shhh shhhhh

Listen dear

Don’t miss the rustling

Of her wings

Cradling her babes

Shhh shhhhh

Hear hear dear

The cygnets chirping

Under their mother’s wing

Peeping peeping

Like you are my dear

Sleeping sleeping

In my arms my dear 🎶...

Poetry

The Silence After

Veera Lynn

1 min read

After the storm

We’re left withered and cold

Shell schocked and soaked to the bone

We stand their shoulder by shoulder

Shivering beneath a wind that has ceased howling

And clouds that begin to drift apart

After the storm

When my tears cease

And where back on a queen sized bed

One which we never left

Looking out into the bedroom window

Sitting beside me in the same silence that comes

Aft...

Poetry

The Revelation

Veera Lynn

1 min read

The revelation came

In full force

That I no longer was the same

I was not the same girl who once was me

Through my own hurdles

Through the passage of time

In which I remained blind

I got blown up with all that blew me

Sucked me in and consumed my mind

And with the wind

While I braced for it to pass

With the wind I was gone...

Poetry

Others Reigns

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Picking pockets to find their silver linings

Trying to construe it in the contour of clouds

Like merchant men wear their vices

These moguls and mandates make margins

to manage the marginalised

So we make the most of mess

The decrepit, den themselves in, into dismal dens

Reaping repercussions of others reigns

However high they might fly

Cascading, we all come crashing down in the end...

Poetry

A Moment On The Ferris Wheel

Veera Lynn

1 min read

I asked to go on the ferris wheel again, because it was my favourite ride. It wasn’t fast and it certainly wasn’t known for being frightening but it gave me an exhilaration anyway. A moment where I was on top on the world, but not like the jolt of the hair raiser where you were suspended one moment and slammed down the next. In the carriage you were slowly rising up and up there, I could relish th...

Whispers On The Wind

Veera Lynn

1 min read

Little secrets hidden in hills

Little white mice brings out strange pills

The flowers are dying

The mushrooms are blue

I don’t remember the world in this view

The wilderness thrives in the afternoon

Stark white crows against blush orange hues

I look for some else amidst these fields

Not just living but with an intellect too

The world seems so obscure

Perhaps I can’t grasp it all just yet

T...

Poetry

Suburban Beauty

Veera Lynn

1 min read

The sprawls of Suburbia

What can I say, that you already can’t see

It’s the middle zone of all things

Not too quiet as green acres

Not bustling either with skyscrapers

Just normal people

In normal homes

We’re not well off

We struggle but we always get by just fine

The schools are big, enough to make some friends

Yet too small to have all your needs met

But it’s alright, it’s all quite fine...

Poetry

An Anticipated Moment

Veera Lynn

2 min read

We are running. RUNNING. Past the car park, right into the entrance, we move together as a chaotic flock. Running up the stairs leaves us winded but we keep moving, huffing and puffing. When Sophia and Jocelyn reach the top they look back at us in despair. Laila takes it upon herself to encourage us by checking the time every two seconds.

"It started seven minutes ago", she bemoans.

We're now p...

Time Leaves Me

Veera Lynn

1 min read

I get uncomfortable when I hear the word youth

It’s supposed to be something every human experiences

But what is it?

Is it the feeling of doing what you want, when you want to

Of drifting between the edge of being cared for and independence

Or is it simply memories of a serene time;

A simple, innocent time

Because if it’s the last one, I’m afraid

I’m afraid I’m turning eighteen

Without the ab...

Poetry