Among The Crowds With Judgmental Minds...

All of us human beings,
Cannot exist without a beam,
That keeps us all, erect and tall,
We hide it in the inner wall.

The inner walls of our hearts,
Hide them all with just a grin,
The clever of all, she knows the art,
She stores it well, there's no upper brim.

There's no upper brim,
To pour it out,
A well-sealed rim?
Let's figure it out.

Let's figure it out,
Together right now,
There's coffee to pour, off the spout,
Oh, my my my, I love your gown.

Oh, my my my, I love your gown,
The repeated line, right above,
Came knocking at, your little heart,
To say you're special, among the crowd.

To say you're special, among the crowd,
I know you worked and spent a lot,
To afford that much, for a pretty gown,
Cause hidden behind the complement and the gown,
Is the heart that earned, a new beam from the crowd.

The heart that earned, a new beam from the crowd.
Filled herself, with her innocent pride,
Gifted her face with the pretty grin, she uses to hide,
The beam she earned to stand upright,
Among the crowds with judgmental minds.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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The Untold Goodbyes...

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",...

When The Lights Went Out...

Surrounded by four brick walls, I could not look out, they were too tall, Watching the steam escaping the spout, I looked out the windows so small. On this chilly and gloomy night, I was amazed by the stars so bright, I realized there's always some light, It's just a matter of catching our sight. At the time, everybody just frowned, My heart was filled with stormy clouds, Seated on the chilly ground, I enjoyed, the chirping sounds. Even though I had to shout, Trying hard to chase away the stormy clouds, With a prayer requesting for a favor, To the lessons taught by nature, My head I bowed, On the gloomy night, When the lights went out. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

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