The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

The wind blows, as usual they say, She feels a difference, she feels pain, The sun rises, each and every day, Unlike the rest, she feels a weight. The gloomy skies, began to cry, Bathed in the tears, she was filled with joy, The night sky, decorated with fairy lights, Made her dream, of butterflies. The skies, enjoyed her shouts of joy, For no reason at all, each day the sky cried, To bring down joy, to a heart that's mild, But instead, she cried, cause her tears doesn't dry. The sun took the turn, and chose to shine, To dry her tears, to inquire why, Instead of the sorrow, in her eyes was a light, Brighter than the rays, of the sun that rise. The fairy lights, of the night sky, Accompanied her, each and every night, Instead of dreaming, of butterflies, She feared the night, where demons hide. Once again, the winds blew, Instead of pain, an arch she drew, With her lips pointing, to the skies, It was not fake, but a ge...

She woke up, this morning, At 3 am, so clueless, So sleepy, but sleepless, "Go to sleep, with my teddy hug", Said teddy, but those attempts, was useless. Her mom came in, this morning, "Good morning, wake up my darling", While she was wide awake, trying hard, To go back to sleep, with a teddy hug, At the door she heard, her Jenny bark. While she sits, in the dark, She peeps outside, to find the stars, Instead she sees, the rays of the sun, "God, please let, this day be fun", On her feet, she starts the run. Off to work, in a speedy bus, At the annoying hour, of Mr. Rush, She saw a road, so quiet and dull, It's time to sleep, it's okay, but how? There was a lot on the internet, a lot to be done. Scrolling the feed, up and down, Listening to, her favorite song, Ms. Sleep began, to shut the lids, While the mobile escaped, her fingertips, Her friend told her, it's time to get off. ...

He entered, She saw, There were butterflies, She didn't show, But turned away, Played pretend. He passed by, She sat still, Her friends giggled, She turned pink. He's watching, They said, Turn back, Her heart cried, She couldn't, Oh, these butterflies. He passed by, She sat still, Her friends giggled, She turned pink. He's walking around, They said, She began to dive deep, Into her thoughts, She did turn pink, But managed, to hide her laugh. He passed by, She sat still, Her Friends giggled, She turned pink. She left the room, But came back, Stood outside, Knew it was wrong, But oh, these butterflies, Once again, she left with the crowd. She passed by, He sat still, Pulled out his phone, She heard, a heart cry, Along with her own. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The world is a confusion, It's true, I know, But please, let me confuse you, A little bit more, With a thought, that fades her heart, Then makes it glow, And makes her realize, in the storm, Is where she'll grow. Let's talk about a bear, Two colors, opposite to each other, One pitch dark, as charcoal, And the other white, as snow, On the trees, in the forest, They climb and aimlessly roam, Oh how relatable, To her panda on the phone. Let's talk about pride, It continues to fight, With you, and your own, But shedding a bitter, and heavy tear, For a million minuets, that blow, In the wind, and melt like the snow, I would say maybe it's not pride but fear. You'll never know. Let's talk about a smile, That's hidden under the snow, A sweet smile, under the snow white fur, Of her panda on the phone, You'll not see it well, Unless you look very close, A sneak peak maybe, Cause her panda ...

In this world of mine, The sun chose to shine, On the pretty blue skies, Even though, the people cried. The rain poured down, When the sky chose to frown, On the wet muddy ground, Even though, we wore pretty gowns. Informative boards, Where the trees used to grow, On the busy, dusty roads, Even though, we stick to our phones. A pretty, clever girl, She's out of this world, With her golden hair curled, Even though, her heart burned. A thin short boy, Who never had a toy, He saw his dreams destroy, Even though, he seems to enjoy. The things I see, I wrote, From one side of the globe, About the paths, I've rode, Awaiting for a stranger's note, Who dwells in my world, On the other side of the globe. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

A burning heart, A ranging fire, Confused and wrapped, Like a tangled wire. A lonely heart, A lost desire, Hurt and Bruised, But a pretty attire. A pouring rain, The gushing winds, In the tender veins, Though the blood flows in. A deadly drought, The unbearable heat, In an innocent soul, Who still spreads peace. The broken wings, Flying into spring, With a hidden voice, And can't fit in. In an unkind world, With the pennies earned, Crushed in the spirit, But conquered the world. Feeling bad, Not at least glad, But in the wilderness speaks, A ray of Hope, Maybe some where, There's a helping hand, To hold on and withstand. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Golden rays, piercing through the trees, Gifted with shades of red, brown and green, They played and formed, natural swings, Filling the world, with air to breathe, When it was time, to the Earth they gifted, precious wings. Wings of soil, for the rest of the trees, A fertile land, for us human beings, A pleasant formula, to the air we breathe, Until one day, I heard them scream, I saw their souls, was black, not green. They suffered the flames, that was extreme, Unbearable pain, from an axe, that's unclean, From each of us, they asked for help, they screamed, Instead we sat back, and enjoyed the scene, They bid farewell, but not in peace. For decades and decades, the same repeats, We killed the air, with smoke that's unclean, We poisoned them, we poisoned the trees, They bid farewell, with a troubled soul, not free, Yet we enjoyed, and watched the scene. Until one morning, the air was filled, With mist and dust, and air unc...

Dear Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy, From miles apart and across the seas, Today I write, to you and your family, It's been a while, after the happy ending, How's your wife, and your well-being? Recalling the time, When I was not even fourteen, Ms. Jane (Jane Austen) introduced you to me, Your character was fine, why couldn't she (Elizabeth) see? Maybe she saw, but took some time to believe. She hurt you, didn't she Dear Mr. Darcy? With the letter she wrote back, for the one she received, I swear I was mad, I asked her to show some mercy, But oh, her prejudice, it's annoying, believe me, Of course, you know your wife, better than me. When you showed up to rescue, poor little Lydi (Lydia), I was worried, excited and confused unknowingly, Not of anything, but my thoughts, Dear Mr. Darcy, You proved everyone wrong, except for me, When you accepted your pride, so humbly. Best of all, Dear Mr. Darcy, I'm here to say one sp...

There was a time,  when the mornings were bright, She ran across the room,  and dressed up in white, To head off to school,  with a cheerful smile, Just for the sake of, her future light. There was a time,  when the mornings were bright, She ran across the room,  she turned on the lights, To head off to college,  she smiled with delight, Just for the sake of, a future that's bright. There was a time,  when the mornings were bright, She woke up for the alarm, she sat upright, To head off to work, with an unreal smile, Just for the sake of, the need to survive. There was a time,  when the mornings were bright, She did not wake up,  she laid down and cried, To drain down her sorrows,  to think for a while, Just for the sake of, she don't know why. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

An angle from God, sent down to Earth, To the sinful man, who never knows his worth, That unfortunate man, who will never learn, Tortured that little mind, he piled up a curse. The baby hands, that played with water, Was trapped in a heart, not a rock, more harder, That innocent heart, blasted so louder, Than the sound heard, the day Krakatoa volcano erupted. The mighty ocean could not, control it's waters, The raging Earth, turned out to be warmer, They did tolerate, the place where the war were, But not that unfortunate night, a baby was tortured. The winds could not, tolerate the sound, They carried it to the skies, and beyond, God hears this cry, he looks to the ground, Honey he's always on time, he'll surely respond. Unexplainable tears, rolled down my eyes, I could not lift, my head to the skies, Cause across the seas, and miles apart, I heard a dreadful sound, of a breaking baby heart. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-...

Trapped between, the drought and the snow, My thoughts run fast, while my heart runs slow, The limits to be timid, I do not know, But that powerful spell, can be a simple hello. Waving my wand, to the sides, above and below, Whispering to my wand, cast the spell hello, My heart was lit, to see that little glow, With teary eyes I watched, it hide in the snow. Wiping my tears, now here we go, This time I'll be loud, a little bit more, My longing heart, saw that bright glow, In no time it went missing, with the sun's glow. This helpless heart, could not take it anymore, With no place to sit, on this confused floor, On one side I see, a burning cracked floor, The other side was filled with icy cold snow. Raising my eyes to the sky, in search of my only hope, With my teary eyes and a stuffy nose, Before a word, escaped to the winds that blow, I heard him say, relax, I know. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Looking through, the window inside, On this wonderful day, the sun is bright, Little birds sing, a joyful rhyme, A bride prepares, for her carriage ride, In between four walls, I continued to write. Children screamed, come quickly let's hide, By the tree he sat, for the shade they provide, Cheerful little girls, enjoyed the slide, Mom continued to say, "come eat your rice", In between four walls, I continued to rhyme. The silver fountain, standing tall outside, With the sun's rays, it had to shine, The birds dance, and sing inside, What a beautiful day, what a beautiful sight, In between four walls, I continued with a sigh. For understanding there was, a great big fight, To understand and forgive, was a great big crime, Living with regrets, is the lesson taught by life, In this crowded world, I could not cry, In between four walls, I continued to fake smile. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

When the winds, had to reign, Blowing off, the peace and the trails, The night of fears, made her a slave, She ran for her life, and hid in the cave. The numbness, in her blue palms, Worsened like the, reigning storm, When the snow stood tall, like a wall, Blocking the entrance, making her crawl. The paleness, in her white face, Whitened like, the snowy cave, When she heard. the growl escape, The furious bear, oh he's awake. He's fur, was white like a swan, With teeth that's sharper, than a dog's, On her lips, was a sorrowful song, In her head, was unending wars, For a while she felt, her heart pause. No space to run, she crawled instead, With screams and cries, her tears she shed, She shut her eyes, she held her head, With the warm touch, she felt on her leg,  She opened her eyes, she's on her bed. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

To the sky, a gun was fired, A bird shot down, tangled on a wire, Bidding farewell, to the life he desired, He missed a beat, that the heart required. A frizzy worm fell, off his beak, A drizzle of hay, slipt from his feet, The flock flew away, with cries and screams, While baby bird in the nest, longed for his meal. That innocent soul, lifted into the skies, With desires, hopes, and  baby bird in mind, The skies absorbed, the sorrows with sighs, And mourns reigned, for an untold good bye. Tear drops escaped, the eyes of the sky, Rain drops fell, on the nest so fragile, Baby bird wondered, why isn't dad on time, Until the nest fell off, while his broken heart cried. Lying on, the muddy floor, Looking up, he saw a door, That opened wide, with a bright glow, With four wings spread wide, and a cheerful hello. A sweet chirp said, "come darling let's go", Another said "Dads with you, our little fellow",...

Wide awake, on a misty night, By the lake, where the waters slide, The monsters shake, the calm beehives, They are on their way, it's better to hide. The narrow lane, too hard to ride, A huge cave, there's no bright light, The monsters crave, for screams and cries, They are on their way, hurry up decide. Far away, where the people reside, A busy brain, striving hard to climb so high, The monsters ate, their time and smiles, They are on their way, how can I abide. By the lake, of this scary life, On a rock, of a thoughtful mind, In my heart, I sit to write, A rhyme about the bitter times, Caused by the monsters, hidden inside. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

In the midst, of this noisy world, On one end stands, a pretty girl, To the wind she adds, her gushing words, Her lips moves faster, than her curls. She's active, she's smart, she's cute and deserve, The praises and bouquets, they all gift her, Of course this is, the nature of the Earth, All that matters, is the beauty and words. Looking deep into, her eyes, I see, Her pretty smile, is a gift, from her teeth, To hide the frown in her heart, deep within,  There's also a tear, eagerly waiting, to take the lead. The empty mind, like a tar street, Just by the side, of a lonely beach, I see the waves, growing taller than the trees, Does she expect the bouquets, just to exists? With an uncertain thought, I'm sorry to disturb, The clear mind of yours, that continues to wander, In the world that says, grow out of old culture, I agree, it's true, but a bit of culture, still matters. In the midst, of this noisy wo...

Unable to escape, from the world's snare, A stray mind runs, here and there, There's peace in the world, and here's your share, Together let's sit, and work, on your heart's repair. Look around, they'll never declare, The burden's they carry, they are aware, They'll never let you know, cause it's there's to bear, Instead you'll see, the fake smiles, they wear. In a closed room, they sit on a chair, They uncover their face, it's filled with despair, If only we could, sneak in, to hear their blare, But how can we sneak, into a heart's prayer? For sure in life, they do really care, On things left behind, that we are unaware, Just like you, they too would have prepared, For a second chance, that flew away in the air. I know this life, is so unfair, It's better to ignore than to compare, Let go off this life? Don't you dare, A second chance is precious, thus rare. -Debra R. ...

Life has changed, unlike before, I'm on the skiff, I see the shore, In a distance exists, the bright glow, I'll soon be there, oh yes I know. The sea is rough, I better go slow, When the skiff starts, to weigh more, There's things I love, I'll have to throw, It hurts a lot, but the pain, I'll ignore. The cloudy skies, please look below, The things I love, I must let go, What's mine will swim, with my skiff to the shore, Please be kind, when you start to roar. Far away, behind the glow, I see a light, that glows a little bit more, My poor skiff, its scarce, I know, I'll build you up, stronger than before, If only I planned a little bit more. Looking back, at the things, I had to throw, A few of them, had started to follow, Knowing that, the others were forbidden to hold, I bid goodbye, with sorrows untold. Leaving this sight, I turned back to the shore, The eyes of my heart, looked back to mourn, ...

A long walk, on a tough street, Ancient shoes, there's no high heels, The tar streets, cracked for the heat, She had to walk, she burned her feet. That lonely night, not a wink of sleep, The day gone by, with work that exceeds, The mountain top's, tallest trees, How can she sleep? she had to weep. A deep dive, in the oceans deep, On a freezing night, with the stormy breeze, That drowns the ship, in the oceans deep, The water turned into ice, but she had to proceed.  In the woods she heard, the howls repeat, To her destiny she ran, from tree to tree, The fear, deep down in her heart, she buried, There's no other path, she had to sneak. The danger in the world, like a weed, Grown wild with sin, we all are weak, When the Earth is not safe, anymore, to proceed, Who else my friend, who else can succeed? She deserves praise, oh yes indeed, In a charcoal world, she's the diamond bead, Who had no choice, but to take...

Like sharp swords, that insulting mutter, Went through my heart,  for every word I shattered, Wondering who coated your heart with rubber, Oh helpless, yes hopeless I am,  I gobbled my supper. These eyes of mine, has  no difference to a gutter, That poured the water down,  on a rainy summer, "Why aren't anyone of you  brave enough to shut her?" Instead of that, I just said,  "pass me the butter". Oh yes this life, changes like the weather, From the dawn to the nights,  each day, grow tougher and tougher, Going down the memory line,  there's things we discover, After all, there's more appetite,  cause of the smell and the color. My eyes ran, from one corner to the other, Some think they've won life,  cause of an uncertain lover, Another face I see,  like lightening has struck her, In the rush I see sweet smiles,  of heart broken mothers. Why on Earth, do I even care to bother? ...

When it was time, to be in my mother's reach, I would have welcomed the world, with my baby scream, With my mom and dad, I made my safety team, Oh how I longed, to complete all my vaccines, By that time, I've come all the way to my teens. From then to now, I longed to see, Myself on, the highest mountain peaks, My fears ranged, covering my path with steam, This mind haunted the nights, stealing my sleep, Forever I'm stuck, with these daily routines. How on Earth are these things worth it? To trade my joy, to trade my sleep, I scare my heart, in my mind I scream, When it comes to my life, I feel like a machine, Even they do stop, at their highest degrees. I long and long, forever in life's streets, With one in hand, to the next I reach, This is how the world goes, not only for me, This life on Earth is a narrowing stream, And this stream, seems to be based, on our dreams. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Picking up all the feelings like pearls of this life, Stitching them all, one at a time, Decorating the heart, with a story that hides, A poet gifts to the world, a beautiful rhyme. She looks up to the, bright blue sky, Searching for, the darkness that hides, She looks into the deep blue seas, Searching for, a place to breathe. She reaches out to the mountain's peak, Proving to the world, no one is weak, She dives deep down into the mighty seas, Proving to the world, swimming is not limited to a stream. She wanders in the dark, with a loud scream, Sweeping away the fear, to find that one light beam, She walks through fire, with a continuous weep, Sweeping away the pain, to find the water leak. She rhymes them all, and you may read, The stories that hide, it's too deep, You can never find, it's like the breeze, We feel it right, but her appearance we'll never see. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Things have to start, Things have to end, You'll have to laugh, You'll have to bend. The nights may be long, When snow covers the fence, But you'll find a way to be warm, It can be through fire, don't forget. In the play of life, We continue to pretend, With the help of lies, Keep in mind, we must repent. When the days are long, And the leaves cover the fence, The grass looks like straw, That's alright, nature will color it again. From the oceans deep, To mountain tops and ends, The paths we crawl, are tricky my friend, Where ever I go, I know, To my destiny, is where this life directs.  -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

With the news I get, from across the seas, I tell my God "Oh he's too sweet", They say you are, just like me, Leaving all aside, I wonder how can that be. Seated outside, to stare at the trees, I remember we watched, the birds and the bees, Oh, how we ran, we defeated the breeze, I felt like a baby, I felt so free. I'll never forget, how you cried with me, I do remember, your favorite color is green, Please come back and stay with me, Time spent with you, is like a daydream. All of a sudden, my mind triggered, To the days, I continuously told my mother, I prayed to God one day after the other, My faith always said, I'll have a brother. With laughs and cries, this time went by, But for what I prayed, I never left a sigh, Hiding the paper, deep inside my mind, I drew the image, of the dear brother of mine. Like Adam was put to sleep that day, The art of mine was covered by hay, Until the sun's brightest ...

The grey skies, decorated with lightening, The puddles disturbed, by the people walking, The shutters kissed, by the rain that's pouring, No not at all, this life is never boring. Along with this, my mind began her sparkling, In the midst of the rain, I did not feel her pausing, In the flood of her imagination, she was swimming, I could not save her, I didn't know she was drowning. Back to the land, I saw her crawling, Filling some forms, I know she's withdrawing, The imagination, from her head, that's overflowing, With words and rhymes, she began her drawing. Seated quietly, she continued exploring, Through the disturbing winds, that are blowing, Her hands could not stop, shivering, But she desperately continued, her drawing. She turned back to me, she's smiling, Oh yes, that's me, in my own mind wondering, She handed me this rhyme, that I'm sharing, And she jumped into the flood of life, longing, No...

In the dark, on a sunny day, The air was cold, inside the doorway, On the freezing ground, my head I lay, To see the light, of the sun's ray. The blames I hear, for not my mistake, My efforts I saw, you crushed them, In vain! Why didn't I relax, all those days? I blamed myself, again and again. Was it your pride, that ruined my day? Or was it your need, to ruin my stay, The stay, of course it's short, today I'll say, I promise I won't run, I'll fly high up and away. This life is short, can I call you a friend? The time runs fast, on a path filled with bends, I do feel dizzy, but every town I'll attend, Cause only on the one above, I depend. I believe you'll understand, At least when it's too late, I'll forget you exists, Cause though you can, I can't wait. With the ink of my eyes, On a petal of my heart, I'll write it down, I'll keep it safe, Or maybe it's better, to...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay,  But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Longing for the rising sun, With an endless cry,  And sleep undone, On this scary night, When the moon, refused to come. Seated by the rivers that run, She missed them all, one by one, All the love and all the fun, Until she realized, she had none, But her mind unkind, showed her a ton A ton of fun, a ton of lies, A ton that made her feel alive, A ton that threw away her fright, One at a time, she did realize, There was none, but just some lies. Seated on the rocks that night, That stood against the rivers that slide, They splashed, along with the crash, Sprinkling all the love they had, I'm pretty sure, she was glad. She told them about the path she drove, Showing them all the scars from swords, Some pierced the heart with words, The other pierced the mind, with words untold, She poured her tears, all night long, Until they reached the Heaven above. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The sun and I, have a race, Even before she shine, I tend to awake. The moon and I, sit by the lake, Until the dead of night, I tend to regret. The ocean and I, we collaborate, Before she needs a supply, My tears I shake. The volcano and I, continue to retake, All unpleasing lines, They threw at my face. The happiness and I, we try to escape, That distracting time, I made mistakes. The sorrow and I, can never separate, These hills I've climbed, Also the ones I'll take. The wind and I, can never fly away, From the time that's mine, Or the time I waste. This mind of mine, understand's the fake, It's far away from my sight, But it's smell, is stale. This heart of mine, forever will crave, For peace of mind, And a tear drop's break. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

When things around becomes uneven, The joys of the heart, are stolen, By the flames, the air is overtaken, Hide it wisely, hide it in the season. When the path is rough, with no visible reason, The feet gets tough, for its acceleration, With just one puff, your life can be taken, Hold on wisely, hold on to the season. When the frost surrounds, I know it's freezing, The arms go around, the body that's shuddering, Just light one match, you'll see it melting, Light up the whole season, light it wisely, You'll see it thawing. When the hills tremble, dragging us down, to nothing, The mind rolls around, hoping for help, from something, One strong branch, that catch our sight, can be everything, Look through the whole season, look wisely, It's time for grabbing. When knives stab your heart, for no reason, The love pours out, no no, add it to your collection, You'll need it all, from head to toe, when you are beaten, ...