The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

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? In the future I see, s

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