The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

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...

Living in a world filled with noise, I rarely hear a pleasing voice, Look at the better ways to enjoy, Come sit with me, you too can join. Join the silence of the world, Listen to the voice, you've never heard, Figure out the meanings, hidden in the words, The unending voice of silence, have you observed? Through the waves, it was transferred, The aim they had, was to torture and burn, May be the peace or the pride you've earned, By the voice of silence, have you been disturbed? That voice at times is so absurd, Sorrow or joy it may have returned, Being deaf to that voice, you would have preferred, But about the voice of silence, I am concerned. The message seems, to be very blurred, It may bring you all the joys, of the world, Or ruin your peace, with just a word, This voice of silence can peck you like a bird. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-