Evelynn Hohenbrink: Favorites

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

Ann M Johnson

I read your poems faithfully, I think I have remembered to like most of them.
I try to comment if I have the time, I read your words line by line
Your words often bring a smile to my face and cheer me up on difficult days
Some of your poems bring inspiration others tears, some tickle my funny bone
Have I told you lately that you have tremendous talent, please write more
Have I told you lately that you are awesome and I wonder what else you have in store
Your words are beautiful to read or for you men, educational to glimpse the mind of men
I need to tell you today. how much I appreciate you, my fellow poets and friends

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

dust

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

EJ Aghassi

dust

librarian type
who feels with the mind

with a thirst for knowledge
her eye on pleasure
starved for romance
and desperate for depth

you never stop reading

your passion is your work
and you work with passion

you don't stop reading
but the void doesn't fill

but the day will come
for worse or better
that you find me

like a book long forgotten

riddled with dust that
covers the complexities
but familiar to the touch

my soul, my words bare
yearning for the feeling
of your fingers on the pages

heart in the abstract

waiting to be the warmth
that holds you
the voice that quiets the others

waiting to be dissected
and understood

i wait to be with you

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

After The Storm

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

Yhama ButterFly

After The Storm

After The Storm...

The waves are no longer rushing,
All I hear is silence.
I have peace again!

The parts of me once scattered,
Now, putting themselves back in place.

The dusk no longer creating a smoke screen,
My vision is clear.

My eyes still a glow,
A smile ever so bright,
My hope never lost.

I wrap my arms around myself.
There is “Freedom” in self love.*

~Butterfly εїз 2011©

I was in a very confused space when I wrote this piece. It's amazing to look back a few years later and think, what the heck was I going through? Nevertheless makes for a good write.

#love #self

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

I Give To You A Rose Today

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

Carl Joseph Roberts

I Give To You A Rose Today

Roses represent what we call love
They are great gifts from God above
Petals that blossom throughout the day
They touch our hearts in many ways

A scent so special it is their own
For love and friendship they are grown
Awake each morning as a new day comes
Show their beauty and reach for the sun

Many colors of Roses that we can see
Each one special, each one unique
Grow new each year to give away
To place a smile on someone's face

Roses represent what we call love
They are great gifts from God above
Petals that blossom throughout the day
They touch our hearts in many ways

I give to you a rose today

*Carl Joseph Roberts

A friend asked that I write a poem about roses and this is what I came up with. Always hard writing for someone else because instead of using your feelings on a subject you are trying to figure out how you think they feel.

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

The door to our lives

Apr 2014 Evelynn Hohenbrink

Chalsey Wilder

The door to our lives

The door to our lives is to our hearts
The heart that holds all our fear, love, and hate
and everything in between
The heart that decides to love when we don't want it to,
hate when we do or don't,
and paralyze you with fear you wished never showed
even though it does
it does all this to teach you
to push you
and you can have it bring someone in
or you can push someone out even if you don't mean to, it's your heart protecting you out of fear and sadness
The door to our lives can open or close,
shrink or grow,
can brighten or darken in any way,
heat up or cool down,
can move fast or slow or not at all....
or it can become hallow and lifeless
the termites of everyone and everything eating through
it can break, bend, or twist
it can cave, explode, or flood through everything
the doors to our lives can do all that and more
you can chose whether to close it or not
but if you ever get confused over being hurt
just remember the door isn't a door it's your heart and can be easily broken or even misshaped