Poetry Everyday

[b1u3eyes]

Words speak itself with rhymes.

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there.

Emily Dickinson

 

[b1u3eyes]

Enjoy the little things
For one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

Robert Breault

 

[b1u3eyes]

Music is the moonlight in the gloomy night of life.

Jean Paul Friedrich Richter

 

[Edna]

A Quiet Kind of Love"

It’s not the thunder, nor the flame,
Not loud confessions made in vain.
But rather in the quiet gaze,
The hand held firm through storm and haze.

It’s morning light on tangled hair,
The whispered “stay,” the silent care.
The knowing smile, the steady heart,
That chooses you when days fall apart.

Love doesn’t shout; it softly grows,
Through all the highs, through all the lows.
A tender truth, both strong and kind—
The rarest gift two souls can find.

 

[b1u3eyes]

SPIT AND SMILE

Raining words
Like bubbles in beer.
Meanings lost in dread.
A glass out of a glass
Ever-empty, once so full.
The child in a man.
Love lost beyond love.
Dreaming in a memory
Of a vision I had so far
Held my rage and fear.
Letting my mind slip
In the release of a tear.
Defeat in the head
Had kept me on the move.
I had faced the truth
And drunk to oblivion’s depth.

 

[Edna]

If I Could Hold a Moment"


If I could hold a moment still,
I'd catch the breath when all is still—
When your eyes meet mine across the room,
And time forgets to chase its doom.


If I could paint the air we share,
It’d shimmer soft like midnight air,
With stars that hum a silent tune
Of hearts that dance beneath the moon.


You are the quiet in my storm,
The fire that keeps my spirit warm.
No poem, song, or line can prove
The weight, the wings, the depth of love.

 

[Edna]

"Where You Are"


I don't need maps or miles to see
The only place I long to be.
Not distant shores or skies afar—
Just anywhere you simply are.


Your laughter is my favorite song,
It plays in me the whole day long.
And in your voice, I find the peace
That makes all wandering softly cease.


I need no gold, no grand parade,
No promises that quickly fade—
Just you, and time, and skies of blue,
And dreams that start and end with you.

 

[b1u3eyes]

What is important is not the length of life, but the depth of life: not to make life longer, but to take your soul out of time, as every sublime act does.

Leo Tolstoy

 

[Edna]

"Like Breathing"


Loving you is like breathing air,
So natural, I’m unaware—
Until you're gone, and then I see
How much your presence means to me.


A glance, a touch, a quiet word,
More healing than a songbird heard.
You anchor me when skies are wild,
And make the weary heart feel child.


No need for roses, vows, or skies—
Just stay, and look me in the eyes.
For in that gaze, I clearly see
That love was always meant to be.

 

[b1u3eyes]

Love is ethereal
lingering in laughter & a quiet smile
warm embrace and a gentle sigh
a tender glance -
that can weather any storm
mile after mile.
Love is a journey -
calm, but wild.

 

[b1u3eyes]

To this day I believe we are here on Earth to live, grow, and do what we canTo make this world a better place for all people to enjoy freedom.

Rosa Parks

 

[b1u3eyes]

A billion stars go spinning through the night,
glittering above your head,
But in you is the presence that will be when all the stars are dead.

― Rainer Maria Rilke,
The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke

 

[Edna]

Before I Knew Your Name


I dreamed of you before we met,
A shadow traced in silhouette.
A laugh I knew but hadn’t heard,
A voice that echoed every word.


I felt your warmth in winds that passed,
In sunset skies that didn’t last.
But when you came, the dream stood still—
The world grew quiet, deep, and real.


Now every day begins with you,
In morning light and evening blue.
I loved you long before you came—
Before I even knew your name.

 

[b1u3eyes]

In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will be singing
About the dark times.

-- Bertolt Brecht (tr. John Willett)

 

[Edna]

The Thread of Life"


Life is a thread, so thin, so strong,
It winds through right, it weaves through wrong.
A quiet breath, a roaring flame,
A fleeting step, yet never the same.


It’s laughter carved from deepest pain,
It’s dancing wild in summer rain.
It’s broken dreams and starting new,
A path unseen, but walked right through.


We stumble, rise, and learn to bend—
To lose, to grow, and still defend.
For though it's brief, this gift we hold,
Is more than silver, more than gold.


So live it loud or live it small—
But live it true, and give it all.

 

[b1u3eyes]

Because my love for you is higher than words, I have decided to fall silent.

-- Nizar Qabbani

 

[b1u3eyes]

It's very simple to be happy,but it's very difficult to be simple.

Rabindranath Tagore

 

[b1u3eyes]

I will be waiting here
For your silence to break
For your soul to shake
For your love to wake.

Rumi

 

[b1u3eyes]

just meant to burn for a while
and be seen
by someone
before we go

 

[Edna]

"Still We Rise"


Life is not a straight-lined path,
But hills and valleys, tears and laugh.
It winds through loss, it climbs through grace,
And leaves soft lines upon our face.


Some days we walk, some days we crawl,
Some days we feel we’ve lost it all.
But in the dark, a small light stays—
A stubborn hope that finds its ways.


We learn to bend, we learn to heal,
To trust what time and love reveal.
No map is clear, no plan is wise—
But still we breathe, and still we rise.

 

[Edna]

"This Life of Ours"

This life of ours, so swift, so wide,
A river with no place to hide.
It carries dreams, it breaks and bends,
Yet always mends, and never ends.

We walk on roads both rough and kind,
Leave bits of soul and peace behind.
We chase the sun, we curse the rain,
We learn the joy is worth the pain.

A thousand moments, small and true,
Are what this life is made to do.
Not perfect days or flawless hours—
Just love, and loss, and quiet powers.

So take it slow, and hold it tight—
This life is fleeting, but it’s right.

 

[b1u3eyes]

Every morning we are born again.
What we do today is what matters most.

The Buddha

 

[Edna]

One Step


Life is a story, page by page,
A dance through joy, a walk through age.
It’s not the speed or how you run,
But how you rise when day is done.


Some days are bright with open skies,
Some full of doubt and wondering “why.”
Yet still we breathe, and still we try,
And still we watch the stars drift by.


It’s in the little things we grow—
The silent yes, the quiet no.
And though the end we’ll never see,
We live each step — and that’s the key.

 

[b1u3eyes]

No man is an island,
Entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.

If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less,
As well as if a promontory were:
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were.

Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.

John Donne

 

[Edna]

"The Way Life Moves"


Life moves like wind across the sea,
Not always where we think it’ll be.
It shifts, it sways, it steals, it gives,
And still we rise, and still it lives.


A smile appears, then fades from view,
A stranger helps, a dream comes true.
And though the road is never straight,
There’s beauty found in every fate.


We learn to let, we learn to keep,
We wake from grief, we fall to sleep.
And in the space from birth to end,
We lose, we grow, we break, we mend.

 

[EMS]

So I'm going to start off with this one.....

Here I sit lonely hearted,
Wanted a sht but only farted.

 

[Edna]

"Alive in the Now"


Don’t wait for life to feel complete,
It’s in the dust beneath your feet.
It’s in the pause between two breaths,
The beating heart that never rests.


It’s not some prize we chase and find,
But moments met with open mind.
A stranger’s laugh, a cup of tea,
A sky that shifts so endlessly.


The storm will come, the calm will go,
And we will change more than we know.
But through it all, the truth somehow:
We’re not just living — we are now.

 

[b1u3eyes]

Standing in the station with so many byways,
folks from all around in and out.
handing over my four pieces of baggage that's tag h.w.c.
holding on to my ticket,
"line up a loud voice over the intercom says"
walking until seeing a spot.
standing in line can't see ahead.
it's like step today and wait,
can't fall asleep people behind cut ahead.
empty stomach and afraid,
turn has went by.
begins to weep,
then hearing a voice, saying hold on.

Train of Life

 

[Edna]

"The Quiet Things"

It’s not the loud, the grand, the bold,
That shape our lives or make us whole.
It’s in the quiet things we do—
A look, a word, a moment true.

It’s morning light on wrinkled sheets,
The sound of passing feet on streets.
It’s hands that hold when days feel long,
And tears that teach us to be strong.

Life doesn’t shout—it softly sings,
In broken parts and mended things.
So if you ask what life is for—
It’s love, it’s loss, and always more.

 

[Edna]

"Just This"

Life is not always loud or clear,
It doesn’t wait, it won’t appear
Only when we’re fully ready—
It comes in waves, both wild and steady.

It’s in the dishes left undone,
The setting moon, the rising sun.
It’s every step we didn’t plan,
Each time we fall, and rise again.

There’s no great secret to unfold,
No final truth we all are told—
Just this: to feel, to try, to be,
To meet the world, and still be me.