Sitting on the sofa
the silence separates them
like ripples in a pond
ever spreading wider
never reaching the end
she's heard all his jokes
he knows all her ways
there's nothing to be done
as they've no more left to say
damned if they do damned if they don't
can't live together won't live apart
they've outlived their love
it's enough to break your heart
you cry when you come
make others cry when you leave
try to laugh meanwhile
air in starts the life
air out takes away the life
life’s an air bubble
rain sustains the life
heavy rain perturbs the life
imbalance in vain
Place: 2 nd
Ripples through the sky
I am no longer afraid to die
I know there's life after death
A completion of the matrix finally put to rest
Ripples through the sky
I cleanse my soul as I cry
Emotions move through my body
Sitting with every part of myself
No more screaming out for help
I can only save me
Ripples through the sky
Life is beautiful I can't deny
So why do I let this pain survive
All is necessary in this life
Just like ripples in the sky
it's a cool as I meander
the forest near my home
and come to the rippling stream ~
the blue water looks so cold
crystal clear and flowing fast
over mossy rocks-
beyond and around
trees are changing
letting go ~
the burnt orange leaves lay scattered
D E C A Y I N G
I feel secluded . . . alone_
a brisk wind pushes me home
Where molten sunset bleeds across the lake,
A single rose ignites in golden fire,
Her silken petals flushed with amber wake.
She crowns the water like a living pyre,
Each layered heart ablaze with liquid light,
While trembling ripples chase the sun's desire.
Pink sisters drift in shy, reflected might--
Their velvet heads aglow on mirrored glass,
As emerald lily pads in silence write
A secret map of shadow, gleam, and brass,
Small lotus lanterns flicker, ruby-bright,
And cast warm halos where the darkness mass.
The distant mountains blush in violet night,
Their jagged crowns still drinking dying rays,
As every ripple sings the fading light.
Yet one great rose, in radiant display,
Drinks deep the sky's last wine and holds the day.
My faith in God
is like the size of a stone
I would toss across the sea
Multitudes of ripples
will generate
from one single splash
that will multiply
from the many blessings
I will receive from him
the multitude flowed like a gentle stream until the first stone was thrown
A magical pond
where stones breed ripples of pain -
ah, my heartless mind.
once begun tales float
on time's endless ponds and lakes ~
to stop on their own
THE POWER OF KINDNESS
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest Judged: 10/8/2025 3:41:00 AM
( 3rd Place )
Written: October 1, 2025
A kind word can slip in quietly,
like sunlight through a dusty window,
softly touching a corner of the heart
you thought no one noticed.
A smile shared in passing
a hand held for a moment,
"thanks for being exactly you"
these are the sparks
that can set a heavy day aglow.
Kindness isn’t loud or grand;
it doesn’t need applause.
It’s in the gentle pause;
the patient ear,
the courage to care
when no one is watching.
And sometimes
one word—just one…
can turn someone’s world
from gray to bright,
from lonely to known,
from weary to whole.
So speak gently.
Act kindly.
For each small ripple
can reach farther than
you’ll ever know,
and the love you send out
always comes back around.
WAVES
ripples
curving shapes
sweet recollections
of cuddling sands on beach
during dreamy days of youth
"footprints on shore fade in a while."
^ little ^ brittle ^
^
~~~ ripples~~~~~ dance
• • • propagate slow • ° • ° • ° • •
• • to fade away . . . . - -
i t r d; mallard ducks g--l--i--d--i--n--g ~
~moments ago, still...nature's mirror d s o e
A lake surfaces between mammoth bones.
The valley once was a bowl for giant daisies.
Wind-blown swells feed now the open gills
of minnows, they are shuffled around
like silver clouds.
The fluid dance of the sunlight is rich
with the minuscule bones of long risen memories,
nowadays they are saltlicks for the deer who pass
to graze upon the dreaming waters.
Small stones on the shoreline take the form
of great forest beasts not seen since the trees
were pod bearing and leafless.
Once dinosaurs swam in these waters,
now they undulate under the mottled trout
as the ripples of an ever-ongoing language.
A pale ray bleeds
across the swamp.
Slick ivy coils tangled tight,
choking voices into damp grass
hissing...love?
—drowned before heard—
They say Mother Nature provides
but she doesn’t shield—
we live for ourselves,
as the swamp feasts on our marrow.
She taught us:
you either hide from
or become
the man-eating ripples.
You have to get your shoes dirty
to not be swallowed.
“The water,” my mother warned,
“takes the ones you love.
But remember:
love could
never
outweigh survival.”
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