The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

On such a hectic day, Where I will never dream to say, A single word that would not sound grey, How did you fb? how did you manage to make my day? Trying hard to go out of the way, The work kept me stuck on the PC like clay, The beep helped me out to look away from the display, Now I feel like sticking on to my memories like clay. This rhyme for sure may not convey, The entire life we lived those days, But for a while I thought to replay, The love we shared, just let them carry us away. There were days we used to stay, Just to laugh and maybe play, Wasn't it fun the decoration days? The days we swam in utter disarray. Even if I write poems or essays, We can never have that time in the same way, But for sure and forever in my mind you'll stay, And you guys know what?? I think, that was life's best portray. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Staring at the oceans so deep, You should have seen the relay on her cheeks, I wondered why she competes with the seas, Maybe she'll win, cause so great is her weep. Then again, I looked into the seas, I see the waves rising higher than the trees, She sits still and continue to compete, While I ran back, heading towards the street. How strange was that, the wave did not complete, It just went down, as if she accepted defeat, It touched her feet that's fixed as concrete, I saw her smile even through the weep, now that was sweet. I looked at the sea, how can she accept defeat, It's so ahead, nobody on Earth will ever succeed, But she bent down and kissed, her competitors feet, I could not resist but watch them repeat. Time went by and I heard a voice, The weeping girl asked me whether I enjoyed, She smiled at me with her faded eyes, People like the sea are who we mistreat, Was what she said, as she came back to her feet, With that being sai...

Scrolling down my feed today, My heart told, her dream came true that day, Then suddenly my mind told myself, It may be her but not your shelf. Running down the feed again, My heart said that I don't use my brain. Look at him, he's better now than then, My mind screamed out, "Oh not again", It may be his but not your shelf. Then again, my heart caught what they said, Surely, they were mad at them, I do not know what went wrong within themselves, But then again, it's their and not my shelf. Continuing to scroll again, Oh my God just look at them strain, Can I stop for a while to look at ourselves? But then again, it's their and not my shelf. Suddenly my heart so kindly said, Look here mind, I heard you loud I did what you said, But then again to you myself, It is true that all of them are not my shelves. But may I be free enough to laugh with them, And may I be kind enough to cry with them, Also may I be humble enough to ...