I Love This Poetry

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Sun, 18 May 2014 22:22:00 +0000

The Belief

If I could just reach, I can feel it on my tips.

A little more to the left, a little higher than the last.
If I let my mind lead, my eyes keep searching.
I know there’s a story behind these glazed eyes,
I know there’s an answer hidden in the pages.

There’s a longing in my soul, a hole I need to close.
So the reaching continues, the target is in sight.
I need to pull the trigger and aim, fire, hit.
I need to turn the pages and find my answers.

I have a dream, it’s so simple and short.
To run with the winds and smile at the sunset.
To watch the tails to horses and feel the breeze on my cheeks.
I have a dream it’s so basic and true.
To witness beauty and be part of it.
To live my life the way I live it in my heart.
Free, daring, a heart pf a gypsy.

For now I will keep reaching for that star up high.
For now I will keep stretching higher, the vision is clean.
The dream lives on, stronger and ever so simple.
The hearts beats on, though weaker but much believing.

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Thu, 13 Jun 2013 19:36:00 +0000

My Old Friend

A message came, short but ripping,

"He passed away last month",

Five little words that hit me like a thunderbolt,

"No, no impossible, not him" I thought.

But the words stared me in the face,

A mockery I could not avoid,

Taunting I could not escape.

Words I could not wish away, slowly it sunk in.

I closed my eyes, looked up to the heavens,

"Why God, why take this one?", tears streaming down.

I pulled up my covers, slowly rocked myself back and forth,

Images of him kept playing on my mind,

Like a slide machine, one beautiful picture after another.

His sincere smile, eyes shining bright, always.

My friend I miss you,

Let me trade one year of my life for one more minute with you.

I'd give up five years if I could get one hour with you.

You were my friend, my very own soul friend.

So if possible, I'd trade ten years for one more day with you.

Goodbye soul friend, shine on bright angel.

Dance With The River

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Sat, 06 Apr 2013 10:25:00 +0000

She sang me a soothing song,
As we sat watching that river.
The colors were so bright,
Water dancing back and forth.
She sang me a song,
A gentle melodic whisper and the river danced.

Never counting the seconds, my head on her lap.
This music is soothing, takes my mind way back.
Sing me a lullaby mama; my heart will clap for joy.
She sang a melody, a whisper and I closed my eyes.

Never count the seconds, life is happening now.
Close those eyes my friend and sway with the river.
Let the music carry you, feel it consume you.
Close your eyes open your heart and dance.

Africa My Home

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Wed, 03 Apr 2013 08:01:00 +0000

The beat of the drums, drums of Africa.
A place for many, all colors call it home.
United as one, held together by the melody.
This place has rhythm, it rings and the land shakes.
Carry me home long roads, leads me home high mountains.

I am a child of Africa, my ancestors walked this land.
Trees sway in the wind, air clear and fresh.
Animals run wild, lions roar and rumble from a distance.
Let us raise the flag high, let us remember the past.
The drums ring, Africa rejoices and a little baby cries

Restore My Faith

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Mon, 25 Mar 2013 12:32:00 +0000

Yesterday I heard the wings of approaching birds,
Birds returning home for the warmth and safety.
They flew over my house at six,
Joyfully chirping as if to say “there’s hope”.
Mother bird returning with food on her beak,
Fly home little bird, hurry home unforgotten one.

Earlier I saw the twinkling of a distant star,
A star that stood alone, no star close to it.
I watched as it grew brighter, as if signalling the others.
I looked up, the star was ever so visible,
Surrounded by a number of new stars.
Shine on little star, light the dark sky twinkling star.

A bird spoke to me, a whisper only a hopeful heart could hear,
I stood up, my legs felt stronger.
A star told me a secret, a promise only an open soul could believe,
I inhaled, I held on, I believed.
Yesterday these ears heard a distant bird,
Earlier these eyes saw a twinkling star,
And just like that, they restored my faith.

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Sat, 23 Mar 2013 07:35:00 +0000

Not A Care

Let's sing and dance,
shake the cares of the world off.
Let the music move you,
Carry you,
Consume you.
Let today be your starting point,
let tomorrow be a lifetime away.

A kiss of life, wind blows softly by,
a jolt of life, awakened from just standing by.
Let us live today like we are taking our last breaths.
Let the colours around us brighten our souls.
A step, left right left right,
come dance, the world will bow down.

Live for now, love for always.
Laugh right now, smile for eternity.
The world may knock you down at times,
best remedy is to get up,
hold on,
live strong, fight, dance, sing, smile, love,
and keep tomorrow an eternity away.

Your Arms

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Thu, 18 Aug 2011 09:24:00 +0000

When you first held me close,
My heart against your strong solid chest,
I felt the hole inside me close.
Your arms wrapped warmth around my heart,
Your arms ignited a fire, a scorching heat.
No words needed to be spoken,
With a simple touch the message was clear.
You held me so close,
I felt the ache within heal.

Your touch felt like magic,
You were my private magician.
You rocked me in a rhythm,
A rhythm of your heart.
Your touch felt like gold,
Pure and stunning in its clarity.
I melted in your embrace,
You melted into mine.

Here we are, twelve years down the road,
We have worn off our soles in these roads,
Here we are, grown up and brave,
We have seen so much and done so much.
Here you are, here I am,
Unshaken and true.

Your arms are still inviting,
Your embrace so tender and true,
My very own private magician.

Rock Me To Sleep

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Wed, 10 Aug 2011 21:42:00 +0000

When the pains comes and grip my heart,
When breathing becomes are task of force,
I know exactly what my heart needs,
Whether day or night your hand is love,
Let us take a journey back in time,
Rock me to sleep like you did when I was small,
Back when your arms were reserved just for me.

Your gentle hands, your soft voice,
Sitting at the edge of the bed,
Back and forth, left and right,
Rocking me to a peaceful place.
I need that tonight for my fragile heart,
I need that to chase bad dreams away.

Today was a long day,
I cried, I smiled, I made it through.
I felt pain, I acted brave, yes I made it through,
But now I only need one thing to make it through,
I don’t want to act brave, I don't want to grow up.
I need you to help me through,
Gentle rock me to a land of peacefulness.

A Cry From A Girls' Heart

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Fri, 05 Aug 2011 07:23:00 +0000

Her heart breaks with every beat,
her head spins with every thought,
yet she stands up,
she looks up,
and lives each day as if all is well.

She retires to bed with a headache
because of all the burdening
thoughts of the day just spent.
She smiles as she says "goodnight"
to her loved ones,
yet her insides are broken.

She wakes up with a big smile on her face,
she tries desperately to hide the pain,
bouncing into the kitchen with glowing cheeks,
this one has mastered the art of hiding her loneliness.
Many see the bubbly beautiful young woman,
but the mirror, oh the mirror shows her true self.

She spends her days in open spaces,
she lives afraid of her own dark shadow.
She lives her days hiding in a cluster
of faceless people,
afraid of what might happen if she's alone.
She follows the line,
living as the world expects,
but her heart is troubled,
broken into pieces.

Her head boils with every thump,
her sorrow worsens with every stomp.
Yet she gets up, she holds on,
and starts each day with a smile.

Full Circle

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 20:05:00 +0000

Full Circle

The woman proudly displayed it, as if she could tell the future.

Little did she know her nine months of pride,

were going to be years of pure beauty.

The woman carried him with pride,

I know this because of the results.

You ask me to bet on it, I say just take a look at him.

Because he was carried proudly by a woman on a mission.

For nine long months, days and nights combined,

the hero grew strongly.

For each breath she took, I know he kicked with joy,

anticipating the day he blessed the world with his presence.

Counting hours till he kicked right into this lost world.

No worries, for he will be one of its few great things.

Today its the big day, a hero is born among us.

Call them all, those close and those unknown.

Come see beauty the way only God intended.

But he is just a child, you say.

True, but he will grow into a man, real to the core.

Call the singers, pull out the drums and let the dancers move.

Form a circle, join your hands and don't forget your best clothes.

Light a fire, bring the gifts, sing the night away.

Give him a hero's welcome,

make sure it'll be remembered long after the stones wash away.

Years have come and gone, the world has changed with each day.

We've changed with the wind and floated with the water.

You ask me again, were my predictions true?

I ask you my own, can't you see him shine?

In a world forever changing, a world violent and harsh,

he has only gotten stronger, his light shines so bright.

He lives his life in truth, taking each step with dignity.

He walks like a real man and for those who look its clear.

On that beautiful day, I know there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

On that day God himself was very pleased with his work.

The heavens rejoiced, applause erupted.

But if you ask me what happened that day my answer is very simple.

That day an angel was born, but his halo only shines in my eyes.

Dedicated to m 8yr old nephew...!!!

My Heart Is True

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Fri, 29 Jul 2011 17:29:00 +0000

Take my dreams higher,
Live my life stronger,
I will open my door wider,
To fill my life with love.
Run a bit further,
Shout a little louder,
Jump a little higher,
My life is filled with joy.

Take a step closer,
Move swift and quicker,
Rejoice a little deeper,
Let the crowd gather.
I will laugh the laughter of truth,
Let happy tears flood my face,
For today, this heart is true.

Spread my wings and fly,
I will brush the sky today.
Raise my hands up high,
I want the whole world to see.
Stand on the high mountain and shout,
What better way to celebrate this love?
Our hearts beat powerful and true,
There is no fear, no doubt, no tears down this face.

Taking Over A Life

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Mon, 18 Jul 2011 17:17:00 +0000

A life so easily controlled,
He took my life and made it his.
A dream so cautiously taken over,
He changed it to look like it was his.
Daily shaping me into what he wants,
He changed my face, my clothes, my being,
Making me an image of his dream,
This dream is so different from my own.

Days go by and I loose myself,
Weeks go by and my clothes look dull.
Months go by and he chooses my friends,
Years go by without me seeing my family.
Time flies, he has won.
He has crafted his dream woman,
A woman who listens without questioning,
A woman so lost she never looks up,
The ground has become her daily friend,
For his eyes are filled with so much anger.

I am not me anymore,
Trapped in a body I hardly recognize.
Daily I long for a way out,
A voice to make me braver than last fall.
Who do I belong to if not him,
My soul he took over,
My dream he shattered into pieces,
Just like he did last spring.

Who said I needed to be put in my place?
Who gave him permission to put out my light?
He knows my weaknesses,
But he has not seen my strengths.
With a little spark today,
This soul will be free tomorrow.

The Time Of The Moon

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Wed, 13 Jul 2011 22:49:00 +0000

And there he was, standing silently alone,
His heart beating as he watched it fade away.
A light that had brightened his days,
Sinking into the merciless clouds.
An inch, he clung to it, a drop he held for life.
And there he was, standing greeting the dark,
Convinced happiness was forever gone.

He stood with a heart torn to pieces,
Wondering what comes after it fades.
He counted, yes he stood there counting.
Each number ripped a piece of him,
Each tick, each tock, each passing minute.
He stood, he watched, he braced himself.

An emptiness overcame him, love lost,
It has a way of gripping and shaking a heart.
There in the shadows, no sound could be heart,
Still he stood, thinking what comes next.
He was shattered, your grave was still new.
He was broken, your scent ever so fresh.
The sun had vanished, his hurt remained.
That is why he stood there waiting.

He saw something in the distance, bright.
He watched, his bleeding heart wide open.
And as the light got brighter he felt it.
He lifted his head, he held it high.
His fear subsided, hurt turned to hope.
New beginnings, he found new light.
For it was finally the time of the moon.

Childless Mother

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Sun, 10 Jul 2011 23:23:00 +0000

My womb has never carried a baby,
No nine months of pregnancy bliss for me.
I know nothing about the swollen ankles,
Can't tell you nothing about morning sickness.
This is a story of a mother, a childless mother is me.

I don't know anything about the baby kicks,
Or how it feels when the baby turns,
Those are my deepest desires.
The wacky cravings women always get,
That again is one I can't tell about,
A childless mother, a yearning heart.

I am a childless mother with empty arms longing to hold,
My heart is wide open, eyes filled with tears.
Rocking back and forth, my baby in my arms,
Listening to the breathing, being in tune with it.
Listening to the heartbeat, inhaling the perfec scent.
Scent of my own baby, centre of my world.

Watching the eyes while feeding, tiny fingers on my chest.
I long to put my baby to sleep, to hum as they drift to dream land.
I hunger for a chance to hold my baby close to my heart,
A heart that would beat stronger with a touch.
Raising the little angel, with my eyes and a face
That is much better than mine.

Day and night the longing goes deeper,
My arms are empty, my heart is big.
I am a mother, a childless mother is me.

Soldier Lady

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 20:09:00 +0000

Soldier Lady

Her name is mystery, her eyes are dark,
her coat is long, her destiny unknown,
her sorrow runs deep, her fears hidden,
this girl is a hero, yet no one can tell.

Her arms are inviting, her lips are sealed,
her chest is warm, her legs are strong,
her journey long, her path not clear,
this girl is a woman, slowly finding herself.

Who knows her struggle, no one sees her tears.
Who notices when her clouds turn the shade of grey?
Who picks up the pieces of her heart?
Who paves her way and clears the dirt?
No one can, no one sees her struggle because
this woman is strong; she can keep it all in.

Now her name is joy, her name is strength,
Now her skirt is shorter, her eyes shine bright,
Now her sorrow is gone, her future looks bright,

This girl is a hero, I gotta hand it to her

Let The Tears Come

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Tue, 05 Jul 2011 17:30:00 +0000

Let The Tears Come

As I close the doors and draw back the curtains,
reality strikes me like a thunder bolt.
Yesterday you were here but today
you're as far as the distant star,
that twinkles and fades when the night says bye.
That is why I will draw back the curtains,
to form an artificial night.

How can I go on without my heart?
Nothing can keep the fire burning brightly.
The place filled with flowers
and beautifully falling tiny raindrops,
that place now lies beyond the stare of my eyes.
The friend who knew the scars on my skin,
now is at a place where my eyes cannot reach.
This is the reason my blinds are down tonight,
no one will see my pain today.

I don't want to face this world,
without you it is a hallow place.
I see faces with no expressions,
there are no smiles and
buckets of empty eyes.
will stay in my room and sulk,
shrivelled up in a ball ready to explode.

I will clutch my covers close to my chest.
Yes no one knows the pain within,
no one knew the friend you were.
That is why I will draw back the curtains,
And hold your face with memory.

Journey into the Unknown

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 22:19:00 +0000

Yesterday I decided to go,
My bags were packed, my map in hand.
I looked above, the sky was clear.
I looked beyond, could not see my destination.
Today I am leaving with my map in hand.

I will climb the highest mountains,
Sail through the strongest storms.
Fight the angry current,
For I want to get to the other side.
I will walk through the dry desert,
No heat will burn my desire.
My destiny unclear, my feet so swollen,
I will push myself to the limit,
This is my journey to travel.

Today I am taking my journey,
Leaving all I know behind.
The smiles that I have come to know,
The familiar faces that greet me.
The mountains I call my home
And the air that blows on my cheeks.
Do not worry about me,
Let me go find my own way.

It is time to start my journey,
Not knowing what's waiting
On the other side.
My soul says yes,
My heart rejoices.
For this is a time to take that chance,
To jump and fall on my own.
So what if I break a bone or two.

Under Your Mask

noreply@blogger.com (Poetic Soul) — Mon, 04 Jul 2011 20:32:00 +0000

You chased me down, I felt special,

Made you sweat, made you prove yourself.

You didn’t give up, I felt wanted,

I made you show you had eyes for just me.

You wooed me, you whispered to me, I felt needed,

Then I gave in, you had proven yourself worthy.

You enjoyed my smile, you liked my scent, I felt lovely,

I flashed that smile just for you, like our little secret.

You worshipped my body, loved those curved, man I felt beautiful,

Wore the right clothes, flaunted my curves.

You were the one, the song in my heart.

A smile, a laugh, true love I thought.

Today you speak so loud, you look so mad, I feel guilty.

I apologize not knowing for what.

You grab so roughly, you take without asking, I feel so used.

Still I make myself look good for you.

You curse, you spit, you push, I feel unwanted,

But I don’t walk away, though you’re proving yourself unworthy