Poetry & Art

Mother, Woman, God.

They praise war hero’s because they conquer by brutal force,
blood measures the heart of a hero.

But land stained in red cares not;
how many men slain by a sword;
mother earth is a giver and a lover to all.

When greed destroys, she adapts.

When you invest in her, she gives tenfold.

It’s not her nature to withhold and covet;
that is the free will of man.

She’s full of wisdom, broad as an eagle’s wing.
She’s the wind beneath feathers;
she’s the rain that heals.

She’s intuitive; she’s powerful though invisible.
She is commanding, but she doesn’t wail.

She’s overlooked, but she never fades.
But when the earthquakes, we feel her.

The Woman. Our Mother.

She has a far greater purpose than flesh and gold.
She’s the womb of life; she’s the creator of souls.

She holds the world together.
She brings order to chaos.

She’s selfless; without her, love would have conditions.
Without her, evil would rule.

She is God. She is an Angel.

She is a woman, divine and pure.

by Leisharn Gregory

Hi, my name is Leisharn Gregory. I'm a writer under the pseudonym of Liem. You can find my poetry under liem the writer on Instagram, and Facebook. I’m an Australian Indigenous (Kija) woman with Japanese, Melanesian, Irish, Swiss, and English heritage. I was born in Western Australia. My interests are in writing, poetry and creative arts. I'm an aspiring astrologer who is studying for my Diploma in Astrology. I have always been fascinated by the stars and the interconnectedness of everything we do. I believe that each person has an individual path to success and happiness and that it's important to be kind, courageous, hard-working and positive.

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