Tag: poem
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The Soul’s Autumn: A Life in Seasons
I was a child of budding rains, every puddle an ocean, every blossom a miracle; but life is a cycle of light and silence— spring’s laughter, summer’s blaze, autumn’s surrender, winter’s hush. And always, it is autumn that speaks most to the soul: to fall is not to fail, but to transform.
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Leaves Through September
Golden leaves fall slowly, hands let go, and memories linger as autumn quietly unfolds. This blitz poem races through images of letting go, holding warmth, longing, and acceptance—a moving meditation on the profound beauty and quiet peace in the transition from summer to fall.
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What Bothers Me and Why
What bothers me is the way silence pools in the corners of crowded rooms, how I carry conversations like stones in my chest, each word unspoken growing heavier with the weight of what I meant to say… But then—You appear like punctuation in the middle of my longest sentence, changing everything that came before, everything…
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Who Do You Spend the Most Time With?
A tender, lyrical meditation on the silent companion we often overlook—ourselves.
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We Do Not ‘End’. We Become.
In this meditative poem, the soul journeys beyond finality into infinite change — from ashes to oceans, from endings to essence.
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Keep Your Gills to Yourself (A Hilarious Tale of Mouthy Fish and Talkative Humans)
Even a fish wouldn’t get into trouble if it kept its mouth shut— but humans? Oh, we dive right in, mouth first, blabbering our way into awkward parties, accidental confessions, and the unemployment line. A riotous poetic journey through oversharing, silence, and why parrots are smarter than we think.
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The Breath That Moves the Waters
Spirit of God in the clear running water, you move not in thunder alone— but in the hush of rivers, in the rising of trees, in the surrender of all things to something greater than themselves.
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The Moon Stayed, But You Didn’t
I looked at the moon. I whispered your name. It stayed. But you… you didn’t. The sky didn’t flinch. But I did. Again and again. This is the anthem of the ones who still set the table for someone who never knocks.
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Talk to Soon: A Journey Through Voices Unheard
A poetic exploration of voices the soul longs to speak to but often ignores.
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Tomorrow Is a Compass Made of Salt
“Hope is not polite. It barges in with muddy feet and eats all your strawberries.” Life wrestles with doubt, collapse, and resilience in a dialogue that blurs the line between “I” and “You.” The mantra — “The sun will rise tomorrow, and I still have a chance” — becomes a lifeline stitched into surreal metaphors,…
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How Do I Feel About Cold Weather? (a love letter in frost and fire)
“I asked you once— ‘Would you kiss me if I were trembling from the cold?’ You answered— ‘Only if you were trembling for me.’” A tender journey through the seasons of love, memory, and vulnerability, where winter isn’t just a backdrop—but a character in the story of us.
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The Osteology of the Soul: Have You Ever Broken a Bone?
Not all fractures leave scars on the skin. Some live quietly beneath the surface—in broken dreams, trust fall failures, and spiritual hairline cracks. Let me take you beyond physical pain into the soul’s X-ray—where silence screams, time shatters, and healing limps in metaphor. Have you ever broken a bone… the kind no doctor can fix?
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X-Files of Unrealized Guilt and Unfound Love (a symphony in misplaced keys)
An unposted letter. A shipwreck never rescued. A symphony played on broken strings. In the haunted courtrooms of memory, guilt and unfound love dance in shadows we no longer dare to name. This is not a confession — it’s an afterlife.
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Undone: A Chorus Across Time
A poetic symphony that weaves different perspectives through memory, imagination, and timeless echoes of past. “Undone: A Chorus Across Time” dances through forgotten futures and remembered silences, folding time into rhythm and breath.
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On the Twentieth Evening When the Clock Forgot to Tick
A moment. A birthday. A decision that split a life. One evening etched in memory — where warmth met hesitation, joy met ruin, and a hand held for just a breath held the weight of an entire future. A hauntingly intimate portrayal of love, regret, and the longing to choose differently.
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Two Poems on Love
So hold on tight to the love you’ve found, And never let it leave your sight, For love is a treasure that’s worth its weight in gold, A light that shines forever, bold.