The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

I've felt pain, a million times, I've cried, oceans, that covers miles, Coming out strong, with a fake smile, I was tame, when my tears dried. I've been shocked, by thunder strikes, I've sat quietly, in tears, while I let time fly, Getting back on my feet, I realized, It was just a chapter, in my book of life. I've lost, when I thought, the win was mine, I've knelt down, with a blur vision, as I chant why, Lifting my eyes, I saw beauty, in the sky, Though the victory shine, it was about to ignite. I've reacted to situations, each and every time, But this pain, shock and loss, that's about to collide, Have locked me up, I know, I'm sad inside, But I'm locked, in a haunted house, they've switched off the lights. There was pain but no tears, when cookie said goodbye, I've failed, to convert my pain, into tears this time, I'm annoyed, I want them to be punished, for their crime, I di...

Dear Mr. Darcy, It's me again, The one who writes, To you everyday, I'm sorry,  I'm unable, to post them, daily. Dear Mr. Darcy, This season, I learn, While I'm trapped, in an iron fence, Life goes on, while I helplessly stay, I'm worried, a loved one,  In my family, would bid farewell. Dear Mr. Darcy, I've not heard, from you, for a while, As life goes on, I hope, you continue to shine, Have you, forgotten me? and if it's so, It's alright, throw my letters, to the flames, Your expanding kingdom, in my heart, is safe. Dear Mr. Darcy, To save my blog, From been renamed, Is it alright, If I write to you, Within short breaks? Dear Mr. Darcy, In this life's voyage, There's lessons, to learn, everyday, One lesson, I share, with you today, We complete, just one course, During our stay. Dear Mr. Darcy, What's in my heart, I wish, I could say, More clearly, someday, Bu...

From a distance I see, She stands, at the edge, With a hopeless face, To the world, she wish,  To bid farewell, Maybe I should talk, To her heart, She might breathe,  For another day,  If I help. Just below, I see, On the bumpy hill, They are having fun, As if they are mentally ill, With the highest speed, They could ever reach, They are about to crash, Maybe I'll signal them, They might not get hurt, If I help. A colorful bush, A flower bed, Bird songs reigned, As they build their nest, The evil hiss, to be heard, But quietness instead, As it observes, it's prey, Maybe I should, chase it away, They'll continue to sing, If I help. Seated on the branch, As the tree stands tall, Observing the surrounding, Like a ghost, after its death, I hear, a loud voice say, Whenever, I go out of my way, To save a smile, In no time, they make me regret, But Lord, they did worse to you, So who am I, t...

The sun goes down, But it’s light, Surely returns, With the moon. The fruits fall off, But it’s seeds, Graciously multiplies, With the trees, they grow. Tear drops fall, Purifying the eye, To heal the heart, Who wish, to stop at times. Rain drops fall, Releasing the weight, Of the heavy sky, To give life, to the ground that's dry. On my knees I fall, A sobbing soul, with bleeding eyes, Lying on a bed, of rose thorns, A crushed heart in my palms, Like a puzzle, impossible to combine. To rise back up, And walk in a path, Filled with beautiful roses, That delights, my heart. Stronger than ever, In the arms, of My Jesus, Experiencing, the greatest,  Love of my life. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Isolated? hmm, they all disappear, Of course, the coast, was very clear, Better than your? you have no clue, But fortunately, that voice, I did hear. Your words echoed, at a stretch, in my ear, Change, is for sure, what we all fear, My clueless heart, agreed with you, She seems to be, too stubborn, this year. She's gone crazy, this is, so severe, To fall for you, she does, volunteer, I fail to fight, the love glue, I'm glad, you don't, sneak peak in here. Imagine, he reads, what's hidden here, I slapped her, pump blood, don't interfere, I underestimated, everything else she can do, Here comes, her army, she's the brigadier. She chained me, on to, the chandelier, Everything she wrote, I read, in fear, Aiming her head, I threw, my shoe, Now I'll hide her, in my blog, right here. This is how she began, to write in sincere, That unexpected hour, In my favorite color, Out of the blue, You did appear, ...

Do not doubt it, I am a Swiftie, I know the importance, of the number thirteen, I wish I could throw it, to the deep sea, Cause it's lucky for her, but not for me, She's gifted, and thirteen, she doesn’t need. Passing by that day, increasing my speed, I heard that voice, for the first time, clearly, It was her birthday, I did feel happy, But a month later, they drowned me, in water, That did not, at least, reach my knees. Stepping in that day, obeying the command, Closer to the stars, but farther from the land, It was packed and crowded, like it never had, I felt the need, of a helping hand, A caring heart, only to understand. Things went worse, on my return, A lonely house, instead of my home, The silent cry, from a heart that burn, Thunder struck our minds, going from bad to worse,   The loudest noise, I've ever heard. In the rush, falls a tear, for the camels gone rotten, With troubles of their own, the world has for...

Each morning, before, the sun rise, Stepping, into a, fairy tale, On a white rock, by the wishing well, I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again. Each morning, before, breakfast was served, Listening, to gossips, of the world, With doubts, I run, to the wishing well, To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. Each morning, before, I step out for work, Wondering, if, it remembers, Just to make sure, back to the wishing well, I drop a coin, I wish and wish, and again. Each afternoon, as, I sit among friends, Through the joy, we, exchange, My heart runs back, to the wishing well, To drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. Returning back, when, the moon waves, There's no time, Mr. Moon, I might be late, Looking down, into, the wishing well, I drop a coin, and wish and wish, and again. On the day off, through the dew, sun and chills, Living, in an, endless fairy tale, With feet, that are barely felt, by the wishing well, ...

Lifeless, I'm falling off a cliff, Breathless, I'm drowning in the sea, Speechless, am I a baby, fallen asleep? No, I'm standing steadily, as I breathe. Shivering, I'm in an ice machine, Smiling, I'm happy, I see, Gone red, have someone slapped me? No, I'm seated, staring at the screen. Childish, this can't be me, Where's that pride, for sure, this isn't me, Dumb, no no it's not me, Yes, these happen, but this can't be me. Staring at the mirror, I speak, Easy easy, look at me, Breathe, breathe and again breathe, I'm totally fine, but ohhhhh, passing by, heart please. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

It's the beginning, of a new year, A new decade, with the old us, With minds, filled with rust, Hearts, torn apart, And the same old confusions, Dear Mr. Darcy. I start a new centenary, With my rhymes, And thoughts, that haunt, Would you mind, If I continue to write, to you, Dear Mr. Darcy. The journey starts, On an isolated path, With dreams, that light, My heart, with joy, Maybe, I'll join you, along the way, Dear Mr. Darcy. I've roamed too far, Crawled, when I can't, Smiled, with a broken heart, Stayed strong, ran fast, Just, to kneel down and cry, Dear Mr. Darcy. A considerable, space, In my, mild heart, Is occupied by you, Is it alright, If it remains the same, forever, Dear Mr. Darcy. One thing I hate, Is to be a pain, If I was so, to you, Please forgive me, I assure, never again, will I be a pain, Dear Mr. Darcy. Along with this been said, Maybe, until someday again, ...

Things are about to change slightly, Cause we've traveled for 45 weeks, And reached a century, So, here's the journey, we began with poetry. We've stepped, into the burning hearts, We've dived deep, into wondrous thoughts, In the night sky we flew, hunting for beauty in the dark, Together we cried, together we laughed. The roses that grows, deep down in my heart, Was shown to her, while life was falling apart, She felt the pain, from the thorns, Together we wrote, to the world, we wrote to God. We've seen flowers trampled, not knowing their worth, It's wondrous to see, their re-birth, We've seen, the incredible powers, Hidden in the heart, of the softest flowers. There was beauty in the sky, with the setting sun, Darkness reigned, when the moon refused to come, But to admire, the beauty of fairy lights, We had to enter, the darkest night. We've tasted, bitter tears of the world, Confusing thoughts,...