The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

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