Imelda Blackheart : Writing

Sculpted

Sculpted

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


Some thoughts based loosely around the phrase "Beauty is fleeting".
Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


I think I'm just going to end up starting some kind of book that consists of all my late night/early morning ramblings. There's just that many. Anyhow..
Trumpet Sounds

Trumpet Sounds

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


Another 2 A.M. rambling, though this one consists of a message to a deity.
Clocks

Clocks

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


My 2 A.M. thoughts about time.
The Wings of the Eagle

The Wings of the Eagle

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


This was a poem that I wrote for my mom last mother's day (she really liked it). I hope that you like it, too!
A Bird's Flight

A Bird's Flight

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


This is a longer poem about the pain of loss and the brightness of a new hope.
A Mother's Love

A Mother's Love

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


This was something I wrote for my mom whenever I was eight for Mother's Day. I think it's kind of cute, so I decided that other people might enjoy it ..
What is love?

What is love?

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


This is for a contest that interested me enough to make me write something to enter in it.
I Miss Those Days

I Miss Those Days

A Poem by Imelda Blackheart


A simple poem about a friendship muddled by love.
Looking at an Empty Page... What to do with Writer's Block

Looking at an Empty Page... What to do with Writer..

A Story by Imelda Blackheart


Ok, so I lied a little bit. This isn’t an actual story, but I think that this article could help other writers like myself who find themselves w..