Day by day
the rubber band stretches
more and more,
just a little bit more,
until one day, eventually,
perhaps unexpectedly,
violently,
it breaks.

Day by day,
behind my concrete face, my mind,
my rubber band,
immersed in tension,
drained,
yet saturated with pain

and when I thought no one cared about me
I saw you standing there
and it's all thanks to you
I won't go away today

A wise man thinks twice
And only acts once.
He asks several times
And accepts blames.

A wise man prays
And always waits.
He understands delays
And certainly never quits.

A wise man spits wisdom
And always seeks knowledge.
His thoughts aren't random
And is never associated with rage.

A wise man is very honest
He strives for perfection.
In everything, he does his best
All because he follows instruction.

A wise man is always a student
And loves to ask questions.
He's always willing to listen
And will at all times, ask for directions.

A wise man changes
They say,
His words and deeds he balances
At each and every step of the way.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

I wasn't made like roses,
that you give every 14th of February,
and tucked in between pages of notebook,
leaving scent that stuck even if it dies.

I wasn't made like sunflowers,
hard to take care of
but is beautiful when it grows & glows,
a reason why it's named after sun.

I wasn't made like daisies,
or lilies or tulips,
or little colorful flowers you can think of
with fresh scents.

No, honey, I wasn't made like that,
because I'm the sun they need,
or the water they want from time to time.
I'm much more than that.