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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  • Some Days...

    The insane or the holy, The calm or wild release. The days of endless chaos, the nights of healing peace. Some think I have the choice to choose,

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Phone Home

    We are aliens In a world full of strangers ** Waiting for ET

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • The Game Of..

    if love came easy and wasn’t so elusive the poem would ache

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Escape

    Life is fragile, child Beauty and pain share the path creating a way

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Never Enough Time

    Unconditional She helped me feel, everything Rainbow connections

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Fairytales With A Twist

    Once upon a time there was a girl in love with fairytales. She read them every night and knew them all by heart. When she fell asleep at bedtime, they would gather round her bed to play,

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Calvin And Hobbes

    Traveling the mind Magical childhood unleashed * I M A G I N A T I O N! * For the Judey Kalchik #BookReviewHaiku unofficial challenge.

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Boys Will Be Boys. Top Story - July 2023.

    He pulled her hair, to show - he liked her. (though his momma scolded, said it was rude) He saved a seat; he'd not share with her.

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Atonement

    * Her name dripped from his lips, as if it were of his last breath. Shaking as each letter slipped, off his tongue, reaching for her ears, to rest. All he was, she owned it, held like a tissue in her hands. Everything he’d ever felt, circled round, at her command. A brush of hand was all that lingered, a memory of a kiss, that once, they shared. With his hands, her hair, he lightly fingered, the urge to hold her, more than he could bear.

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets

  • Goldilocks

    Home invasion fails blonde child held for questioning Was sentence “just right?” * This is in response to Judey Kalchik's Book Review Haiku challenge:

    By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets