The heart sings
Because she has no more storage capacity.
Her music inside must flow like the blood.
Singing therefore sets the heart free to
Sing like a bird and soar like an eagle.
The heart therefore waited
Long and travelled far.
She longed within her soul
to be heard by ones like you.
She lacked no patience,
Nor did she grow weary in transit.
She knew that it would be worth the wait.
When she walked through the gates of
Flower heaven, she could hear these
Hibiscus hymns that sound like beautiful
Red blossoms in her very own garden.
Those stunning sounds were the chorus
A poet bleeds after a long creative muse,
Saturated with inspiration. Like the heart that
Sings because it must have release, the poet
Is compelled to let the inspiration flow.
Spring season
Spring cleaning
Spring puts a spring in the step of the year
For cold winter gives way to a warm spring atmosphere
Where everything is renewed as green and colorful
Once they appear .
Spring weather as natural as an underground spring
Clear and cleansing spring water
untainted and unbothered.
New flowers and plants spring up out of the ground
After a winter long slumber.
Trees are strong as ever their trunks
stand as tall as their lumber.
Spring showers give way to lightning flashes
And echos of thunder.
A peaceful spring afternoon filled with inspiration
And wonder.
Your love is radiant sunshine
pulling me out of my gloom.
It lifts me with inspiration;
you’re my beautiful tulip in bloom.
Your love came to me like a rainbow
after a long hard rain.
Gently you pulled me in
like a serenade’s sweetest refrain.
Your love does not push or control,
but rather, it pulls me to you.
May nothing or no one pull us apart,
and may your love stay always true.
Erzurum is lock of Islam estate
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Erzurum is border of believer community
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Youngsters respect to older ones
Try to receive their prayers
Do obeisance to Ramadan's days
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Let their heart fill with inspiration of God
Let their society find the Merciful Lord
From grace of Erzurum i saw generosity
May Protector take care of Erzurum
Written by Alvarli Efe
Translation Onur Ünlü
I am a minority man
Full of ambition and knowledge
Racial being the issue
Discriminated across the board
Standing for all minorities
Being forbidden
Having no right to embrace among the nation
One’s assumption in not wanting to know, but draw a conclusion
I am a person
Dignity and honor that follow
Educated with understanding
A life that is sustaining
Not accepted what the Constitution states
I have become a hate and no appreciation
Wisdom gained
Forefather’s reflection
I am recognition
Voices speaks loud and strong
Freedom of speech wants silence
Speak only when spoken to
Created with inspiration and dreams with a purpose
Superiority mounted in efforts to express
Having a cause and effect
The need to prove achievement under the nation’s eyes
Fierce with principles
I am American pure and true
The right to establish
All I ask is believe and respect me
Speak no lies only truth
I speak with American within.
I Am a Rainbow
I am a rainbow
One color built upon another
Sometimes red hot with inspiration
Often the warmth of an orange autumn
Yellow brightens my sunny personality
While green reflects desire to grow
Blue soothes my restless waves and feet
As I dream in purple's visions
Each colors my days outside lines of black and white
And I love being in the pink!
everyone has pearls and gems of insight,
learn to delve beyond the surface ~
but know that nature also imparts
wisdom your soul deserves to hear
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The moon watched over the park with a star by its side
A tint of gold reflected from trees where things can hide
The park was empty and quiet, with frozen ground, no snow
Just a place to discover things, a welcoming place to go
The leaves from fall remained along the path to walk
where you may just want to get away and not have to talk
The skies were friendly, where the moon shared its space
Along with the star, smiles glowed from its shining face
It lit the sky with inspiration, observing from above
One can only believe, it was created from true love
Heidi Sands
1/10/25
(C)opyright
THERAPY’S THERAPEUTIC THERAPIST
Our poetry writing,
Is very therapeutic—
Healing all shared souls:-
Yes, poetry is God’s self-healing therapy;
Penning away depression with inspiration,
Fueled by our poetic words shared daily:-
Glory to God for all the shared sessions;
We healing with what’s said and read:-
Write on we poets,
We are God’s sent therapist—
Healing with the Word:-
What prayers may leave out,
Poetry will surely add it all in;
Quietly screaming its loud shout,
Streaming from Love’s inking pin:-
Yes, we’re therapists;
Treating with God’s healing words—
Poured from His cistern:-
She walks the path that leads into the night,
She comes out with inspiration and light,
She writes from the deep,
Noble words to keep,
They're blueprints about her sojourn and plight.
September 3, 2024.
See
…a monarch butterfly’s
silently
fast fluttering wings
flickering shadows
breaking
sunbeams…
—
(with inspiration from
Darlene DeBeaulieu’s poem “The Rain”)
(c) sally young eslinger 7/9/2024
Thanks to God ——
So much good to be said of raindrops.
Without them, there would be no crops.
Without them, the world would soon stop.
Imagine raindrops falling on your head.
It's like being awakened from the dead
after a day filled with thirst and dread.
Those raindrops, so filled with promise,
soothing my soul with qualities that nourish.
Let them pour down, remove the dust,
and free us from dryness and disgust.
Let them drop from the clouds, cooling all of us.
It's a song I heard, filling me with inspiration,
releasing hope, and dismissing desperation,
enabling me to reach my intended destination.
Raindrops. I feel their influence just thinking about them.
Raindrops. So much more precious than a precious gem.
Raindrops. Oh, the beauty that they bring.
Raindrops. Makes me want to sing.
061424PS
Inhalation of certain scents fills me with inspiration
Fresh brew urges me to write something worth being read
But I sigh at a blank page. Good intentions filled my head
"Inhale for inspiration ~ Exhale to prevent stagnation"
Maybe that would help me absorb fragrant wafts I sniff
instead of finding some repugnant. That's a big "What if"
I want to write a decent rhyming Sonnet in what seems
to be one single, solitary breath...
one that flows like smooth currents in streams
without one damned damn created by me
Our light garments will soon be shed
Because old man winter is just ahead.
You are awesome, colorful, and filled with inspiration.
Your very atmosphere breves and embraces anticipation.
Ah, Autumn, thank you for the lessons of celebration.
Yours is a season when gratitude fills our conversations.
Ah, Autumn, just look at you;
So often with little else to do.
When you arrive, we come alive with activity.
Something jolly fills us with desires of generosity.
You look at me with your poetic eyes,
as if to say, "I've got tons of surprises,
among which are blowing leaves released from trees.
But there's so much more for you in store".
You are suspended in the land of harvest and festivity,
A treasured season, the heart and soul of our life's reality.
We are pleased that the heat is gone and the cold awaits.
That life thrives in you, there's no question, no debate.
We change our clocks to get more of your awesome light.
You penetrate souls with myriads of Autumn delights.
Its hard to turn my head
I am fairly inwardly focused
Its hard to catch my eye
I do so much time flies
Its hard to catch my imagination
but you can do it every time with inspiration
You are inspiring me - Artimus 10/11/2023 (C) Susan Manley
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