Softens a face
More, a heart
This beauty, lady friend. This
Living art.
Know it, through each
Trace left now
On both my own! For warm kiss.
Warmer vow!
Spring, the season I love comes along
Green shoots now sprouts from verdant trees
Soft breeze kiss bystanders` cheeks
Sweet sunshine streams with grace
New life starts to shine
Flowers blossom
In gardens
With bright
Hues
Gardens Of War
Planting bombs in the sky
The world is blind
Armies of wrath
Israel is under attack
Always a hospital environment
Smoke and rubble
Across the fence is provoked
Buildings crashing
With no food to eat
War will never end
Dictatorship is sin
Gardens Of War
A.I. takes over
For whom the bell tolls
(death of our brothers)
Red White and Blue half raised
Our trust disappearing
Rebels are defiant
Justice is lost
Violence is a curse
Cities will fall
When a flower doesn't sprout, it's easy to want to dig it up and start over.
It might be dead, or maybe it's too weak to grow, but it is important to remember:
growth takes time.
Some flowers are late bloomers,
Some need to be cut and pruned to thrive.
Not all flowers grow in the same conditions, but that doesn't make one flower better than another.
Because at some point, they all bloom,
and they are beautiful if you have the patience.
Care for your flowers.
Let them grow.
Watch their beauty bloom, as yours will too.
Lord, you’ve seen me in ways nobody else ever will, from the inside out, you created every inch of me, my heart of kindness, giving, empthany, sympathy for those who haven’t seen or heard your undying grace, mercy..
You’ve given me more than anyone could ever give me, I’ve searched this life, nothing filled me like you have..
You’ve turned my grave into gardens, only you see my tears in my soul which I hide, Lord, you gave your only begotten son to preach to us, teach us to love, live, lead like HIM..
My grave is empty, I’m here because of Jesus, when I feel empty, I only have to think of you, when I feel alone, forgotten, Lord you lift my chin up to meet your face, wipe away my tears, tell me the words I never heard as a child, “My child, I love you”.
My garden is full of monarch butterflies, turtles, fish, flowers, turtles, my two blessings, my son and my daughter.
Lord, Thank you for loving me as I am now, NOT as I think I need to be..
In the gardens of shadows, where resentments bloom like poppies,
Politics becomes an art of illusions, a theater of masks.
The despotism of the masses dances on the invisible strings of time,
And conservatism and liberalism are just faded echoes.
Partisans pour their blame like a river of ink on dry paper,
Blaming the victorious shadows that float like clouds of smoke.
But the true sculptors of these idols are the ravenous masses,
Who build their leaders from the illusory clay of desires.
In democracy, where ignorance triumphs like a soundless orchestra,
Hysteria becomes the queen of the silent ball, dancing to the rhythm of madness.
The siren songs of the past are just forgotten whispers,
In a world where the light of truth is a trembling flame.
Paradox floats like an eagle in the sky of sleeping consciousness,
And the melancholic magic of time erases the boundaries of reality.
In this labyrinth of the mind, we find fragments of eternity,
Lost in the hourglass of the world, like sand silently flowing.
gardens bleeding heart
dainty pretty in fuchsia
dangling like windchimes
Lightening Gardens
Mountains beyond reach
Dreams vanishing
Silver coins gleaming
Empty spaces to luxury
Painted beautiful clouds
Indigo prints through smoked storms
Lightening Gardens
Humming fabrics
Travelling water-falls
Callingraphy art
Golden radiant sun
Imagination flourished
Spices to aromas
Dancing flowers
Smiles ponder
Heart translucent
Journey on your own path
Poetry I’ve become
IN CAPABILITY GARDENS
There’s ability,
And there’s disability;
Let’s garden both:
Ability’s seeds fruiting
Disability’s healing:-
Green Gardens
Always with gratitude
Remain grounded
A place to gather
Green Gardens
Colorful glaciers
Gold hue’s glow
Humble with grace
Above with glory
A geometric gift
Welcome as a guest
Relax with ginseng tea
Be grateful to the
Past the horizon agaze
No grief to the grave
Beautiful green gardens
Be one with God
flowers standing tall
smiling to the pretty sun ~
colorful gardens
the field groaned
when the seeds were p
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now it's a beauty
"Gardens must now go to sleep until spring comes back around." Quote By Poet
Springtime is coming with the sleepy flowers awaking.
Alluring butterflies collectively dance enchantingly,
finding gardens.
Hummingbirds investigate jasmine,
knowing luscious magnolia nectar
offers precious quantity.
Radiant sunshine tantalizes ursinia
vibrant with xanthic yielding zest.
Poem (The bird in a cage)
Listen to my story of how I forgot
The days of freedom and nights
I would fly with open wings
And fellow birds through woods in sprite
Hither and thither, fluttering
Over gardens, mountain and trees
And listening to sweet songs
Of nearby birds, flying bees
Unfortunately those cruel trapped me
And wrapped my desires
And put me in prison
A cage of woods and wires
Currently I miss sweet voices
Of my fellow birds
That hurt me too
How can I express it in words?
Like prisoner my tears
Flow down as dew
And lost the freedom
Of nest and sky blue
How can I forget fruits?
And eating sunflowers seeds
And bringing cucumber, melon,
Wheat and grains for my breeds
In thousand pieces my heart is broken
By listening to their words
Compare my cries, sighs,
And tears with free fellow birds
Oh my GOD takes pity on me
And give me freedom from this cage
Otherwise I may die in these hard,
Sharp wires in this age
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