#beautyoflife
Early May greens the poplars tall;
And birches wear their earrings bright.
And tender hues embrace the soil,
While ants now crawl the path in sight.
From its hive crawls a sluggish bee—
The sun gifts sparkling rays of light!
Oh, how beautiful life can be,
When warmed by love divine and bright!
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM UTC
Every man is an omnibus in which our heirs ride
Every now and then
One of them bursts a cherry
And reveals Jehovah's magnificence
Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 6:16 AM UTC
Have you ever thought about the qualities
that silence shares?
I haven’t, but I’d like to someday.
It reminds me of
Earth’s luxuries
How everything was created to show us
the signs of becoming
when Light runs its deepest course
Sitting with the pit of a fruit in my stomach
Looking to the space between
Knowing someday that you and I will be
under the same sky
Resplendence
To imagine the day when a soul finds itself
in another
Merging into an embrace of Silk Silhouettes
Hands held tightly around their bodies
They just know.
Nothing ever comes to us without
accepting the space exactly the way it is
Loving it and all the beauty it allows
Eternity
an ever growing thing
Grateful for such moments
Infinite patience
A tiny ladybug
painted peacefully
on its stem
A higher power
believing it has you
to rely on..
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
You're right
We as poets are
Self-amused entity
Sane in thought
Breathe with passion
Dream circadian
With the torrent of emotions
We as poets
Look toward an open sky
Communicate with cosmos
Question lucidness
Get something from nothing
Glorify average, as special
Feel everything, closer
Spell, when have to
Stay silent, when need to
Touch, the untouched
See, the hidden
Honor: blood, sweat and tears
Revive, the beauty of life
Heal, the suffered
With the recipe of words
We as poets
Yes, by default
Go beyond norms
Forget a lot, but not what should not
Despite everything
You're right
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
The most beautiful thing about life is,
That life itself is a lie.
That vanishes,
When death arrives.
But still gives you,
Reasons to smile.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 4:23 PM UTC
By nabs
There's a girl dancing to the music of life.
Summer eyes, summer child.
Playing air guitar with imagination,
drumming her little feet to the earth.
Dancing her own little rituals.
Hops and twirls. Giggling.
Jumping and clapping,
letting the joy course through her little body.
The girl grinned impishly at me,
mischievous glint in her eyes.
She run towards me and grabs my hand,
whisking me away to dance.
Each spins and hops,
Taught me how to laugh.
How to stop and wonder and dream and dream.
How to let life be breathtaking.
I didn't realize I had forgotten the simplicity of joy.
There's a little boy with sparrow wings.
Woven from the stars and the shadow.
Hands full of carefully gathered sand,
golden golden sand.
He let them go, slipping through his finger tips,
watching them get swooped away by the wind.
"Why do you do that?"
The question slipped out of my mouth.
Like an eager bird flying for the first time.
That startled me.
I thought I had long forgotten how to let my questions out.
The boy gaze at me,
His eyes swirls like oil spills
with it striking rainbows that looks
young and old on his face.
He doesn't smile, he doesn't need to.
He take my hand and guide it towards the ground,
sinking it down the golden golden sand.
Gently closing my fingers to cup at them.
They feel soft, like silk and lips.
They tickle and I loosen my grasp.
As each grain flies away from my clutch,
Flashes of images floods my mind
like a storm of wings, each
was made from memories and carries feeling.
The birth of a daughter seen by the father,
the first time someone went to the sea,
the giddiness of two people falling in love,
the sunshine reflected on your eyes.
A hand brushed a stray tear away.
The boy doesn't smile, he doesn't need to.
I didn't realize I was crying.
He looked at me and I understand.
Like little kids saying goodbye to their friends,
Memories are meant to be let go.
To not clutch them tight as to not destroy them.
Memories are too easily tainted.
So I open my palms again and said goodbye.
I'll know they'll come back, like little kids know
their friend will be back the next day.
I have never felt this free before.
There is a baby with a tuft of black hair on top.
Bundled with innocence and wonder.
She had her eyes open, she giggled.
It's her first laugh, it sparkles like fairies.
I picked her up and hold her close to me.
I run and run and run until
there's wing on my back.
Taking a leap of faith, and jump.
Soaring toward the blue blue skies for the stars
with life pumping through my veins.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
How beautiful it is
to live in a world
where nothing lasts forever
We must learn to fall in love
with the inside us
Only there,
Every moment living,
will be..
Every moment..
worth dying for.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC