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 distance between two points is an adventure set forth with inspiration to achieve
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
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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.
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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
It rhymes with compassion
It never goes out of fashion
It is heart’s greatest ration,
This utterly delightful passion
It rhymes with inspiration
It brings my heart such elation
It is life’s hope, my foundation
Coming to the heart with salvation
It rhymes with sweet grace
It lights up most anyplace
It stirs the spirit with its embrace
Knowing a joy nothing can replace
It rhymes with gentle charity
It brings the life it’s clarity
It assures the heart it’s prosperity
Enlightening the love’s similarity
It rhymes with the heart’s desire
It assures that love and hope conspire
It whispers of faith that brings you higher
Reassuring the spirit of its supplier
It rhymes with beautiful light
It rushes to save from the dark night
It reaches beyond the poems we write
Softening the soul with its insight
It rhymes with joyful peace
It is a wonder that will not cease
It’s creativity will ever increase
Sharing God’s grace, His masterpiece
It rhymes with Jesus, the Son
It abides in the soul He has won
It is filled with mercy for everyone
His grace and love won’t be outdone!
It's important to bring hope
encourage always each other
for these dry spells, we know
so urgent to spur one another
Our words are food and drink
for healthy writing sends us ink
in our minds, thoughts pour forth
transfer to paper what we think
When I've written so many
looking back on all my words
it's astounding where it comes
my brain feels like a songbird
One wonders for how long?
can I come up with inspiration?
twenty years now have passed
grateful to feel such elation
Poetry is a wonderful means
for expressing all that's inner
get it out there in the open
reveal all within this old sinner
About poetry,
There is nothing magical.
There is nothing mysterious.
There is nothing theoretical.
But for every rhythm there's a reason.
There is indeed poetic times and seasons.
There is an ebb and flow, a stop and go.
Does poetry not flow out of the deep portals?
Is there not a kind of rhythm embedded in poetry?
Poetry is an outlet for the river flow, the river
of life that gushes forth like white water rapids.
Like a river, poetic words have a source from which
They run, giving fresh life to everything in its path.
Like the mighty Mississippi, sometimes low and other
times an overflow, but she's ever rushing to the sea.
God feeds our innermost being with inspiration from
myriads of sources, and it is vital that we keep tuned
to the rhythm of the poetry that flows ever so unceasingly.
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The honeysuckle’s symphony
of fragrance meant for you and me
Escorts my stroll through blooming grace
as I extoll this lovely place
To start each day in nature’s glen
and contemplate my morning pen
With inspiration all around
each rose to pluck, conception found
A fluffy tail of pure delight
a feathered song to greet the light
A neighbor’s smile to catch the sun
My day has once again begun
My morning glory is for me
though simple in its mystery
A meditation time to call
my very favorite time of all
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