Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

  Canva AI Image Brick By Brick I want you in my life. I want our shared connection. But I’m so traumatized. I’m scared of your rejection. Never have I wanted, Something more than this. To feel your arms around me. To get lost in your kiss. But I am too damn fearful. Afraid to just say yes. To wrap my soul around you. To feel your soft caress. My walls have shut you out. But I want to let you in. It might take a while to tear it down, But I’m ready to begin. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.30.2025

  Canva AI Image The Real Eryn Lea I’m walking forward I’m standing tall I embrace the climb And not the fall I’m becoming stronger Setting myself free From the hurt and the pain And the anxiety Step by step Inch by inch My trauma’s no longer Making me flinch I take each lesson And I learn To laugh each time It starts to burn To finish this path Might take me years But I’m wading through All of my fears And one day soon I’ll be the genuine me And I’ll introduce you to The real Eryn Lea Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.28.2025

Canva AI Image Happily   Your caress is what I want. No. What I need to feel.  I’ve never felt passion so intense. Or desire so real. I need to be wrapped. In your tender, loving embrace. Your hand gently stroking. The side of my face. I crave your smell. Your unique sexual scent. I love how you listen. Whenever I vent.  The way you love me. Like no other. In a way. That would never smother. You’ll never know. What you now mean to me. But I’ll spend the rest of my life. Showing you. Happily. Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 4.22.2025

Canva AI Image The Whisper   I feel you  A little whisper wrapped around my heart  I sense you  At dark of night and morning start I taste you  In my mouth and on my tongue  I hear you  You’re the song I’ve always sung  I crave you  I need to feel your loving touch  I yearn for you  I’ve never wanted someone so much  I promise you  I’ll make you brightly shine  I claim you  I am yours and you are mine  Original Poetry Written By  Eryn Dunbar  Copyright (c) 4.22.2025

  Canva AI Image The Rose A whispered promise that speaks straight to my heart. Where you begin is now where we will start. A shadowed evening, or a dawns early break. I love like ours could never be a mistake. I’d follow you anywhere, even if it were Mars. Because not having you would be like a night without stars. I want you to be my future, my past and my present. Because a love like ours has to be heaven sent. With you in my life, there’s nothing I would rearrange. You make it perfect. I would never want it to change. Every moment of every day, with you I want it spent. I crave your every touch. Your intoxicating scent. Our passion is like a rose. I watch it tenderly grow. You are the greatest love that I will ever know. Original Poetry Written by Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.22.2025

Canva AI Image Blessed By The Gods   You kiss away all of my days stress  As you slowly, carefully remove my dress  I moan at each soft yet rough caress  You touch my body with such finesse  A passion that we cannot disguise  As you gently spread apart my thighs  I’ve got something you can tantalize  The night will be full of our lustful cries  Your leg upon my leg you drape  Your hands running down my womanly shape  A feeling I don’t ever want to escape  A love so genuine it’s agape  Consider me a gift, as I surrender  To a lover, who is so tender  My body, I willingly render  To ravish in our nightly splendor  My emotions, they will never waiver You’ll always be my favorite flavor You are the party and I am the raver  I am a Goddess, and you are my Savior I cannot break away from your sensual stare  We are blessed by the Gods in this life that we share  The love that we have is so raw a...

Canva AI Image LOVE *Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind. (Poetry Prompt)* The first thing that comes to my mind is love. The kind that is designed for you from up above. The kind that makes you feel like you can do no wrong. The kind they describe in every love song. The kind where ‘I Love You’ is all you want to say. The kind that makes you feel special every day. Yes, the first thing that comes to my mind is love. The kind that all the best dreams are made of! Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.19.2025  

Canva AI Image THE KINDNESS OF STRANGERS   *Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you. (Poetry Prompt)* In a world full of dangers It’s the kindness of strangers That can leave a lasting impression So here is my confession Once when I was feeling low And couldn’t survive another blow A stranger walked up to me Eyes smiling happily “I just wanted you to know” ”I’ve never seen such a glow” ”Like a diamond, you shine so bright” ”Your Auras pure. A brilliant white” And just like that, he turned to go And I don’t think he will ever know Just what his words did for me I walked away. Smiling happily. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.18.2025

Canva AI Image I HOPE I NEVER VISIT HELL *What place in the world do you never want to visit? Why? (Poetry Prompt)* My life is going pretty well So I hope I never visit Hell A place I never want to go As it would surely dim my glow Made of brimstone and of fire A place that no one would desire Yes, my life is going pretty well So I hope I never visit Hell Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 4.16.2025   

  So Mote It Be Canva AI Image So Mote It Be A healer by day. A witch by night. Casting sweet spells. Powered by light. No incantations on love. Or charm for your destiny. But I’ll offer protection. While you sit restively. It’s all in your intentions. As you read the words out loud. Believe in yourself. And always stand proud. Quiet your mind. Speak from your heart. Repeat it three times. Or you’ll have to restart. Have confidence. Words full of truth. And shortly thereafter. You’ll have your proof. Take calming breaths. By the rule of three. Speak to the universe. And so mote it be. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.28.2025

* Poetry prompt: What do you hear when you see people look at you?* Canva AI Image I Hear It In Your Stare I HEAR IT IN YOUR STARE I’m able to hear them before I can see Your heads are not turned but your eyes are on me Wrapped up in whispers Like words you would speak Your eyes shooting daggers I’m the target you seek Voices get louder But no words have been said My shields are in place So now I’m protected They’re finally fading No longer affected But you’re a disease And I won’t be infected You tried and you failed You can’t plant your seed Guess I’m like a rare book One that you’ll never read Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.21.2025

Canva AI Image The Ghost Of You I’m not gonna tell you a lie. I’m not doing that well. I miss you so damn much. I’m going through endless hell. One day you up and left. I don’t know where you went. I fall asleep holding your pillow. Because it still holds your scent. Left all on my own. Since you have been gone. You made it look so easy. But I just can’t move on. What about your mail? I don’t know where to send it. The way you disappeared. I can hardly comprehend it. I seem to have lost count. Of all the tears I’ve shed. The pain is overwhelming. So much was left unsaid. I didn’t see the signs. You left without a warning. So I sit here alone. Our love, I am still mourning. Now I am a broken shell. One half of a soul. Where once I was complete. Now I am not whole. All the years spent together. Must have been a waste of time. My writing has lost all meaning. My words have lost their rhyme. One day I’ll come to terms. With the fact that we are through. But until that day finally comes. I’...

  Canva AI Image Finding Grace How much more am I to take? Each night in bed I lay awake. My pain for you, it runs so deep. It seems my eyes can only weep. Losing you is so unfair. I’m left down here, while you’re up there. You’re a beautiful angel. I’m just a person. God, this grief seems to only worsen. Answer me! Give me a sign! Tell me that you’re doing fine! I need to know that you’re okay. My heart breaks more every day. Anything at all, you could say or do. To help me survive a life without you. I think I’m slowly going insane. Because I’m lost in unbearable pain. How am I to carry on? Now that you are truly gone? I’m falling down this rabbit hole. Slowly, as I lose control. I smell the scent of your perfume. It permeates through every room. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. A long life of love, with my best friend. Your death was not what we had planned. Of growing old, hand in hand. I feel bereft and all alone. I’ve lost the greatest love I’ve known. What is thi...

  Canva AI Image I Am More I wish somehow, I could make them all see. That I am more than my beauty. I feel each stare. A burning blaze. I shy away. Won’t hold their gaze. I am a ship that has no sails. No matter what, it always fails. I gently choose each written word. Yet my message seems to remain unheard. I try to be an open book. But beyond my face, they never look. Does this always cause me misery? That no one sees the inner me? The answer is yes. The pain is real. That no one cares just how I feel. But I am strong and I won’t fade. I’ll light the skies and dance in shade. And one day soon I’ll make them see. That I am more than my beauty. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 3.30.2025

Canva AI Image The Curfew As darkness falls  The shadows creep  A witch’s cauldron  Starts to steep The Ravens sing Their nightly song  And creatures scurry  In a throng People start  Rushing home  For in the night The dangers roam They hurry up  And lock their doors  They hear the wailing  From the Moors There’s eerie hooting  From the Owls  Perils lurk And evil prowls Some too frightened To fall asleep  Wolves are hunting  And they’re the sheep  The Witches cackle  The wind does carry  Seems to make  The night more scary  The windows barred  The shutters closed  An unspoken curfew  Is imposed  And those who choose  To brave the street To prove themselves  With daring feet Probably won’t  Remain alive  For very few  Ever survive  To share their story  Or lavish tale With those they meet Over an Ale They meet a fate That’s worse than death...