Kelli Sheckler-Amsden

Joined October 2020

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Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition

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The Moon Is Old Fashioned
I wonder if it was love or illusion Or maybe the whiskey’s effect That motivated Poe on his unparalleled journeys And Hemingway’s old man, to traverse and reflect
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Talking To The Moon
I’m sorry that I missed you, love I ran to the store for string Seems the one that I used for my cup To connect us, is missing
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
One Flame
With one single flame created Tended for and built to grow A lifetime of blaze, nearly ended Affecting the power of my glow
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Gathering Memories
I'm sure none of you are shocked to learn that I love to reminisce. Family stories and memories are topics I just can't stay away from. This is just me, poking a little fun at myself. I hope you enjoy and even relate to it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Broken Blooms
Unfolded like a flower in your garden Intoxicated by the power of your touch Unaware that your heart had grown hardened
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Secrets With The Moon
Bent way over, like the branches of a weeping willow you shyly peer into my bedroom shades And I adjust that old goose down, feather pillow
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Music Of The Spheres
like bird nests, in hibernation, silence settles in my ears steepening my senses, to celestial music of the spheres a changing of the season's, adopting new optical lenses,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
I Saw You
I saw you peeking in on me when I was maybe, two or three Such a sight were you to see we were like two pods in a pea ~~~~
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Falling
thin drops becoming heavy and the film, begins to stick the waterways get messy as the its texture becomes thick what was smooth, now lightly crusted
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
The Master Of Harvest
somewhere down beneath the surface where the memories wait to be rated and serviced and put securely in place is a wee, tiny creature
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Emotional Exploration
my face pressed to the glass slivered cuts on my tongue I'm a world out of place with a mouth full of dust recounting the times
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Not Quite How Dad Planned It . Top Story - November 2025.
MAPS I HOLD ON TO *** I think I would like to start over, I believe that I made some wrong turns. Stuck in these messed up adventures of my life, seems to tell me I still got so much to learn. Things you're certain that you'd never forget, begin to fade like an old pair of jeans. I guess I neglected to remember to care for the map that you instilled in me.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Humans