Eryona Writes! Copyright (c) 2024

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 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

* 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

  Devil's Playground Canva AI Image Devil’s Playground You always make jokes, saying you want to play around. But I’m not sure I want to play, on your Devil’s Playground. You’re always real quick, to say that I should meet your friends. If we start writing this book, I’m scared of how it ends. You always invite me over, but never before dark. I feel like I’m swimming at night, and being chased by a shark. So maybe I shouldn’t answer, the next time that you call. Should start adding more bricks, to my protective wall. The next time you reach out, I think that’s what I’m gonna do. I will not answer the door and I’m gonna push away from you. So no, do not come over. You’re no longer welcome to come around. And the answer’s a firm no. I won't play on your Devil’s Playground. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image  KEEN AS A KNIFE If steel sharpens steel, then consider us sharp Wound tight like the strings of a beautiful harp I’d back away slowly and don’t touch the blade Or you might fall beneath and become one of it’s slayed The instruments are more dangerous than their players I'd drop to a knee and start offering up prayers Yes I am saying we’re as keen as a knife Don’t come any closer or you might lose a life The spell once put upon you has now been lifted By a powerful witch who is thoroughly gifted So don’t just walk away. I’d suggest that you run Or your life will be forfeited before it’s begun So let’s make it clear so you’re not left to ponder Death is waiting for you… on the path that you wonder So watch where you step and make all the right turns  Or things will go wrong and you'll be feeling Hells burns Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

NEVER AGAIN Not even once Or never again I won’t fall for your lies I won’t let it happen Gonna fight my way out Gonna set myself free You’re a rabbit hole I won’t go down willingly Once, shame on you Twice, shame on me No ifs, ands, or buts No I guess, or maybe No second chance But for you, not a first We haven’t even dated Yet I can tell you’re the worst So go somewhere else Please leave me alone You remind me of others I have already known I won’t allow you in So turn and walk away There’s nothing you can do No words that you can say I’m an adult You’re a man child Your type of poison Has never come mild So just turn around Walk back to your car The only place I want to see  you  Is from afar Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image A Love To Aspire A LOVE TO ASPIRE You I’ll always happily take care of  Our passion is what dreams are made of We were handpicked from up above Hands flawlessly fit like the perfect glove Our souls intertwined in eternal love Our love causes others to aspire  Our chemistry, a strong blazing fire Love soft and cozy, like a wetland mire Our intensity, always cresting higher Building into a fervor of desire I could never tire of your face You said I’d always be worth the chase The way you love me, so full of grace I’m meant to be wrapped in your embrace Forever dancing with you, at this slower pace Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.20.2025

  Canva AI Image The Foundation Of Love THE FOUNDATION OF LOVE I think passion is like beauty. It will also fade. So marrying your best friend is the best plan made. I know friendship is the key to this foundation. I’ve only recently come to this realization. So I think when I am ready that’s what I’m gonna look for. Something that I’ve definitely never had before. And maybe all my past relationships have been a lie. The reason why I was always with the wrong guy. How many of you already knew this? Have been living this whole time in wedded bliss? Is it some secret, private conversation? I’d be shouting it to the entire nation! Because I want all of us to be happy and in love. Because I think this is what true dreams are made of. A deep love that is shared with your best friend. This is what I want. And now I’m ready to begin. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.22.2025

  Canva AI Image Echoes ECHOES If my emotions have an echo, Will the echo ever fade? Or will I keep reliving them? Is that the price that’s paid? The darkness. It’s never ending. I cannot escape the shade. I try and keep on running but.. No progress is ever made. Cannot seem to crest the hill. Never make it to the glade. But I see every piece of grass. Every single, unique blade. Always letting myself down. Like a failing grade. So tired of the hurt and pain, But not healing from the jade. Why are there no answers? For all the times I’ve prayed? Always reaching for someone. But no one has ever stayed. The echoes keep on coming Like a song that is replayed. I can’t handle too much more. My nerves are truly frayed. I think I have my answer. It’s me who’ll start to fade. I’m gonna embrace my echoes. And attempt to no longer be afraid. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Canva AI Image Selflessly SELFLESSLY You might not think what you did was big. But to me it was a gift. To you, a simple gesture. But it had the power to uplift. And for that I'm so endlessly grateful. You created  something beautiful out of something hateful. To me it changed my outlook. My mood for that whole day. There’s so much power in one’s words. In what they want to say. So you might think it’s nothing. Just a normal day for you. But to me you stopped the pain, that was already slicing through. You reminded me of who I am and what I’m really worth. What you did for me today. Well you’re a blessing on this earth. And maybe you will never know, what you now mean to me. Where others tried to tear me down.  You healed me selflessly. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.20.2025  

My Son - The Key I often have to ask myself, am I truly happy? Sometimes the answer is yes, and I become a little sappy. But sometimes the answer is no, and I’m barely getting by. It seems to have the same outcome and I again begin to cry. So I guess I should be asking, why it always turns to tears? And am I wasting my life away, over the past several years? But am I? Because I have an amazing son, who completes me in every way. He fills my heart entirely and consumes my every day. So in the end I finally decide that he is the main key. To how I’ve grown and blossomed and become so damn happy. ❤️ Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.19.2025  

Think Twice You think that you can break me? I'm stronger than I look. However you’re a narcissist, Off the pages of a book. One of us will lose this fight. I promise it's not me. I won’t be your punching bag. Nor a victim, willingly. I feel bad for all the others, That you got to first. Knowing that’s how you get off, Quenching your sick thirst. I have all their backs.  I’ll fight for each and every one. I’m giving you a head start, So boy, you’d better run. I promise I will catch you.  And it’s you that’s going down. You don’t deserve to be a king. I’m gonna strip you of your crown.    We are not scared of you, So boy, you had better think twice. Because in the end it’s gonna be you, That will always pay the price. Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) 2.17.2025

Looking for an Alien abduction adventure? Look no further.... Let's make a production  Of an alien abduction I'll make an accommodation If you'll bring an accordion  No need for aggravation  Oppression or aggression There will be no annihilation  Body or Soul appropriation Armageddon or ascension just an adventurous audition To become awakened Poetry Written By William Pope Poetry Published By Eryn Dunbar

MY SALVATION The way my wrist was held so tight Has left a permanent abrasion Each day I cake my makeup on No matter the occasion You get mad at me throughout the day If I make the smallest deviation No longer allowed to go to work I no longer have an occupation You made me think that I’m unworthy You are a master of manipulation I’m only allowed to build you up You require constant stimulation It use to be love but now it’s fear That causes my heart a palpitation  I want my life and story back You’re no longer allowed to do the narration I need help and I need it now I want out of this situation In the end, it’s you going down Because I’m backed by the entire nation By the kindness of strangers and with my God I have finally found my salvation Karma will find you and you will pay  With a fiery eternal damnation * If you are a victim of Domestic Violence, please call the hotline at 1-800-799-7233. www.thehotline.org You are not alone. At the very least reach out to me, and I w...

YOUR LOVE Your love is like a warm embrace Elegant and full of grace Your love is like a soft pillow Sitting under the Willow Your love is like a ray of sun Shining on your morning run Your love is like a bright full moon We'll bask in it in the lagoon Your love is like a slow pace dance The beginning of a new romance Your love fits like the softest glove I swear you're sent from up above Your love is what dreams are made of You will always be my forever love Original Poetry Written By Eryn Dunbar Copyright (c) Sept. 2024

When two Souls collide When two Souls casually collide They're lucky if they recognize  The shared journey of past lives Of lovers, husbands & wives Observing two shooting stars in the sky Awakening histories of forgotten lives A reminder of the wanting heartache To reconnect, the longing to be awake To awaken from a life of slumber Stop the ambling directionless lumber Finding the courage to begin a new path Having a mission, with a purpose, alas! Demanding to be your life's Executer Begin questioning all admiring Orbiters Claiming the inalienable right of happiness Finally eliminating your unholy loneliness  Intentionally accidentally touching hands Looking for any evidence of a gold band Respectful of boundaries, avoiding actions  of unnecessary embarrassing indiscretions Poetry Written By: William Pope Poetry Published By: Eryn Dunbar

OUR BEGINNING AND OUR END WE STARTED OUT STRONG BUT THEN FADED TO BLACK I THOUGHT THAT I'D MISS YOU BUT I DON'T WANT YOU BACK THE GAMES THAT YOU PLAYED, WHERE YOU'D STRING ME ALONG I THOUGHT YOU WERE MINE BUT I GOT IT ALL WRONG NOW HERE I'VE MOVED ON BUT YOU'RE WANTING BACK IN WE COULD HAVE BEEN MAGIC BUT YOU WERE ALL ABOUT SIN I'M LOCKING MY HEART'S DOOR, YOU CAN'T RETURN HOME I NO LONGER CARE WHEREVER YOU ROAM YOU'VE LIED AND YOU'VE CHEATED AND I'M GLAD THAT YOUR GONE I'VE FOUND MY OWN PATH, I'VE FOREVER MOVED ON ORIGINAL POETRY WRITTEN BY ERYN DUNBAR COPYRIGHT (c) JULY 2024

I LOVE YOU MORE !!! I love you more than anything A fancy car or diamond ring Even more than five karat bling A love like ours will make me sing. I love you deeper than the ocean Stronger than a wizard's potion Softer than a woman's lotion You make my heart sway with the motion. I love you bluer than the sky You taste better than apple pie Never made me want to cry You will always be my special guy. I love you now and always will You are the Jack to my Jill Warm me up when I have a chill A forever love you make me feel. I love you all of the time Make me play like a wind chime You make me want to write a rhyme A love like ours is hard to find. Poetry  Written  By: Eryn  Dunbar Copyright  (c)  Sept. 2024

LOVE WON’T LIVE HERE ANYMORE I gave you all my trust and love  You had it from the start I thought I knew all I needed to And that you’d protect my heart I can’t believe I failed yet again This is my biggest regret How could I not have seen through you At that point, we'd not yet met But when our hands fit together perfectly Mine wrapped in yours, just like a glove I knew that all my doubts were wrong  And that this was true love I pushed aside the warnings  And the few bright red and neon flags I kept it in the back of my mind Like that voice that always nags And later on that little voice  Would try to talk to me in bed I’d shake it off, laugh to myself And block out all she said At 49 I still want to think Love is real, and not a myth You don’t know, until you bare love's scars From all that you’ve dealt with I don’t know if I have any pieces of my heart left After losing so damn much I no longer care if I’m all alone Or ever feel another person’s touch How I ever...