#graceful
i still long for you in some ways
i feel myself sharpening always
i heal my bruises, collect new muses
keep my mind occupied all day
i notice new flaws to tweak
i notice new ways to be
i notice all the times i surrendered
i offer myself that grace
i deserve it, i am worth it
i am a butterfly, i earned it
i am deserving of my purpose
i allow my abundance to be served
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC
I wish I could be lithe
agile and graceful
limber and sure-footed
not a single trip or tumble
but instead I'm clumsy
awkward and uncoordinated
with butter fingers
and two left feet
I trip and tumble
drop things and fumble
I wish I could be lithe
but instead the universe
made me clumsy
Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC
Grateful for high vibration I'm feeling right now
Grateful for watching my life sprouting 🌱
Grateful for living every minute
Grateful for death that teaches me to be more alive.
Grateful for every creative ideas
Grateful for all the experiences
Grateful for being a child again
Grateful for living this ******* amazing life I have!
Grateful for my
Grateful for every thing & every one
Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 4:49 PM UTC
Graceful Suffering
By Ursula D. Jones
Palindrome Poetry (Mirror Poem)
November 6, 2023
Suffering gracefully is always giving in gentleness,
Smiling cheerfully in enduring pain and grief.
Learning wisdom in silence and loneliness,
Pensively guiding and directing frivolities composed of youthfulness.
Only healing for longing, wounded, and lonesome hearts,
Friendship offered and taken. Never returned companionship.
Suffering graceful, with happiness for all, never jealous, nor spiteful.
Peacefully—
spiteful, nor jealous. Never. All for happiness with graceful suffering,
Companionship returned never. Taken and offered friendship.
Hearts, lonesome and wounded, longing for healing only.
Youthfulness of composed frivolities; directing and guiding pensively.
Loneliness and silence in wisdom learning,
Greif and pain enduring in cheerfully smiling.
Gentleness in giving always is gracefully suffering.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 7:30 PM UTC
Fresh grape, picked from the vine.
My chocolate haired beauty.
Will you be mine?
My chocolate haired beauty,
With lips of fine wine.
What is my resistance to undress you with my mind?
Shoulders barren,
gorgeous is she.
Which stirrs a great mystery within side of me.
Graceful, vibrant and youthful is she.
What are you trying to say to me?
I AM he, from the depths of my soul shall yee shall see.
With your youthfulness and sacred divinity.
My chocolate haired beauty,
set me free from my doubts, shame and fears.
All that separates me from thee.
Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
🦋 Fluttering Butterflies 🦋
high and free
Flapping their
wings so Beautifully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
Just Watch and see how
they float and they soar,
Gliding in the winds,
of the great outdoors!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
There beauty is exquisite
as you can see
As they soar in the wind
so Gracefully!!
🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋
B.R.
Date: 9/12/2024
Sep 1, 2024
Sep 1, 2024 at 7:31 PM UTC
stepped on
was the flower,
little did she know
she could grow back
and maybe become even more
graceful than she already was.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 5:59 PM UTC
Villain. You have stolen my grace.
When I poise myself to smile and simper, your bitter shadow fills my mouth and makes me shudder.
When I ascend the steps to my royal quarters, I trip on the memory of your presence by my side.
When I lay in bed, artfully sprawled across the velvet sheet, your forceful weight crushes my limbs and my lungs.
When my eyelids flutter shut, intent on transporting me to dream-land, all I see is your divine, ethereal face.
When I fall in love, I am eager to forget and begin anew with my sweet knight in disguise, but your crestfallen expression slows my pace.
I may be free of you and your enchantment, your enthralling spell, but by the gods, Villain - I couldn't protect it all, and so you have stolen my grace.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
Lost at sea is when I heard you singing
Among many shattered rocks she laid if as a sleeping fox.
Putting me into her terrible trance with that graceful glance.
So distracted you lead me to my own doom.
Eventually we all get tricked by a siren or two.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
Graceful is the way death floats down to earth
Like a feather, a bird
Placing its hand upon a young person's shoulder
It tugs on their clothes as a child would
And the young person kneels down
Grabs death's small arms with a smile
And they walk, hand in hand
To where? I don't know.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 12:59 AM UTC
Clumsy Gazelle Poem
10/??/2015
Dear Dad,
The last time we spoke, was spent walking down the sidewalk together in some metropolitan area. There was a tunnel up above, I guess we were in what you would call an underpass and a giant graffiti'd dumpster was awaiting our passage. You pulled on my arm with strong resolve and guided me into the street, as if the cars would dissolve in front of us as we inched farther away with our feet. I felt like a modern day Moses, it was magical. Once we reached the other side of the Chevrolet sea, you pointed out to me that our sudden death match with the traffic was a tactical maneuver. There was a gang operation being run no sooner than just beyond the trash bin... I woke up from that dream and immediately knew what could have happened.
I took a trip to Chicago this summer, the first of its kind. I felt like you were watching over me, keeping me safe the entire time.
I can't recall too many words you've said to me, but I have quite a few for you. Like to start, here's two. I'm gay. I wonder all the time, if maybe you already knew. You always called me by the nickname Cool. You told my mom that when I grow up I would be a ******* and a big drinker too. You got one-and-a-half of those right.
I inherited your hair and your goofy smile too. Neither of those are all that great, but I guess they'll have to do. I've heard the story from your poker pals about the time you won at pool. You got up on the table and in your most graceful pose and poise, the pool stick struck, and as the 8 ball sunk, gravity grabbed and you fell. Once you stood up, you addressed the **** up and said, "Like a gazelle."
I've made my own leaps too, but every gazelle has its gaffes. I've fallen in front of friends but made it out of every situation's extremes. It seems that when gravity pulls me down, all I can do is laugh. I'm glad I got that from you - I'd rather be a 'clumsy gazelle' than a 'graceful giraffe.'
May 14, 2020
May 14, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
the graceful butterfly flitted and fluttered
searching for the perfect blossom to take a stance
a locale, so perfect and flawless, that she could finally unwind
relax after hours, no days, of searching
finally, that bloom, with the exact effervescence she needed was there
right under her delicate wings
she was home....
Brian Hill - 2020 # 85
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 10:13 PM UTC
enormous and graceful hands reached out
hands glistening with sweat and pain
pain from years of hard and intense toil
searching the world for his one authentic desire
the desire to save me....
me, the one item in his life that did not need saving
who is he to think that
who am I to refuse
Brian Hill - 2020 # 38
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
“You should cover your grey’s, they make you look too old.”
Your lack of tact makes you look insecure. But I would never tell you.
Jan 17, 2020
Jan 17, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
They say "It takes two to tango"
But I can dance alone
Like a graceful ballerina
With aching ankles
And broken bones
I'll gracefully show you
How beautifully broken I am
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 3:10 AM UTC
her hair swayed in the wind,
delicate and gentle
her eyes were like beads of honey,
just like amber and chestnut
her spirit soared like an eagle,
graceful yet powerful
she was like 'summer linen',
woven intricately;
flying in a field of sunflowers
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
suspended in the air
creations of your own kind of flight
wispy strands protect and feed you
the weary that are trapped by your game
crawling and weaving,
flightless yet flying,
ever graceful,
the spider and his web.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
colorless cocoon
envelops a silent pain
until we accept
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 10:56 AM UTC
I don't know how you do it but with every
delicate, graceful movement and shift you make
heads turn in your direction
©L.F.
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
At forty-four years old you’re as graceful as a palm tree;
Grapes, with their lushness, have nothing on your lush body;
A thousand faces light up at the sight of your smile;
Roses for smell, apples for taste, and your touch
Brings warmth. The cosmic rays are dim and lifeless
But the colors in your eyes are bright and alive.
Your neck is like Trajan’s victory column, long,
Elegant and beautiful with the carvings around it
Mona Lisa is pleasing to the eyes, yet mine long
For the viral grace of your ***** and mature curves;
Diamonds with all their glory are not as tempting as you,
with your gray, enchanting hair and laughter lines.
My love is round and plump at four and forty
Years old, with ******* that refuse to sag with age.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
life is an interlude
when the world began
I was doing dreamily
sent out to a foreign land
with a vague recollection
of the pleasant paradise
I came from
how the creation seems so real, pacing around the garden
it’s always a revolution, I said, I can dig that
bronze trees before an azure darkening sky
down the cool breeze’s path, never held back your thoughts, heavenly shock
grabbing all the meaning, whatever I can come across
year already asked for an ending, gave it all my hopes, tell does it give a pleasant thrill
pictures were nice, the highway desert isn’t as scorching
absurder yes, fitting a preference for divine and outlandish
waited long enough
it’s a good time to leave
not that it was for nothing
travel before the sun gets here
make it bright and far as my
midnight music
games are fun when there’s a warning
about how much it can cost ya
numbers of stars, the more
that’s the hope
out there
somewhere too
I want an interlude that’s graceful, great as designed, a strange but heavenly dream
it’s my interlude
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
A Horse is graceful,
as it gallops through the field,
proud and majestic.
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC