I want to write for a woman that inspires poetry...
Verses and sweet words...
A woman who devours my words as soon as they are born from my pen...
And treasures them on her heart...
A woman who looks at my eyes with sweetness and hope...
Someone that is happy to see me...
A woman that wants to hear poetry by sunset...
And who is drunk on love with me...
I was drunk on love with a woman once...
But she was barely willing to drink from my heart...

I am East...
You are west...
We will never get to see each other...
And we will chase each other for an eternity...
For the earth never stops spinning..
When it is day for me...
It is night for you...
It is like I am trying to catch your shadow...
But when I finally get where you are...
You and your shadow are gone...
As night has taken over...
I promise myself to try next day...
As I've done for as long as time has existed...
And for as  long as time exists...
For I love you too much to stop trying...
And I take solace in the fact that at least we are on the same earth...
Knowing you are on this earth is enough of a gift for me...

Evenings are the bridge that connects day and night...
They are the magical path from blue skies to a dark night...
The stars and the moon could not join the night if it wasn't for the evening bridge...
They've been crossing that bridge since the dawn of time...
And they don't get tired of it...
Neither do I of waiting for the evenings...
For words just flow when the evening comes...
It is like poetry and nice feelings are  born in the evenings...
I am glad that bridge exists...
So moon and stars can join the night when evening is over...

I write for you everyday...
I miss you everyday...
I blow kisses in the wind for you everyday...
I regret losing you...everyday...
And I will love you everyday...
For as long as I live...
And maybe a bit longer...
And everyday I wake up hoping you would have changed your mind...

Everything reminds me of you...
Raindrops...
Snow flakes...
The wind...
The moon and the stars...
Sunrises...
Sunsets...
The creek...
The birds...
Fall foliage...
Everything...
And you know why...
Because I wish you had been by my side every moment...
I wanted us to enjoy life together...
For any mundane action becomes a sweet moment when you are near...
For the time being I will continue to see the world by myself...
I don't know if we will ever be together...
For now, I just can say I will love you forever...
In silence...
Loving you means wishing the best for you...
I told you once you only need one to fall in love...
That one is me...
But I am not here to judge you...
Just to tell you that I love you...

I wish I was an eye in the sky...
So I could follow you every move...
For my heart aches when you are not near...
Even now that your heart belongs to another man...
I would have solace if I could get a glimpse of you...
I suppose I am an eye in the sky...
But it is cloudy so I can not see you...
Perhaps the clouds are in my heart...
And in my soul...
I know you will never look up...
If you did...
Just for one second...
You would see me up there...
Missing your eyes...
And all of you...

It is winter time now...
Daylight savings time is over...
The clock fell back one hour...
But time does not stop...
Time does not know of summer or winter hours...
Time just runs...
Endlessly...
The clock can fall back...
But we can't...
We are guests in the infinite river of time...
And we sail in its waters...
Every second gives us the chance to be happier than the second before...
Don't think of time...
Think of happiness...
Life should not be measured in time...
But in happiness...
Never let your soul fall back...
Leave that to the clocks...
As for time...
Just remember the times when you are happy...
Time makes no sense when we are not happy...
I wish, my dear reader, a happy voyage in the  endless river of time...

My worst fear is not to have any fears...
For without fear...
I would have no courage...
Courage is what keeps me going...
Is the force behind my strenghts...
And what helps me overcome my weaknesses...
We are humans...
We must value our strenghts...
And we must understand our weaknesses...
Have no fear...
You can overcome any fears...
For there is no fear that can subdue your spirit...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
As my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

So this is what they call feelings...
I wish these were happy feelings...
It is painful to have feelings...
And feel rejected and ignored...
In my case...
These should not be called feelings...
These are saddings...
And my heart is crying...
I wish I lived in a world where feelings only existed in the case of happiness...
But I'm human...
And I laugh and cry...
And I'll always have feelings...
Either happy or sad...
I wish,  my dear reader, that your day is happier than mine...
As sad and heartbroken as I am...
I can only wish happiness to everyone in this world...
Even to the girl who broke my heart...

My day started with hope...
Hoping I would at least talk to you...
But your silence speaks volumes...
Why do I still have feelings for you...
I can't explain it...
The day is now over...
Time for healing...
Feeling...
Healing...
Both words have 7 characters each...
But their meanings are so different...
From Feeling to Healing...
My long path to recovery begins...

I wrote this poem with a tear in my eyes...
One of sadness, because today you left us...
And another one of joy...
Because we spent unforgettable moments when we were young...
And each memory of our youth brings me a smile...
I was very privileged to meet you...
You had a powerful will to live and fought disease until the last moment...
You were a true example...
I don't know what else to say, I have no words now and the tear which I had when I began to write became now an unstoppable cry...
I won't see you anymore... Not in this world...
But we will be friends for an eternity...
I can't say goodbye to you...
Just see you later...
Because at some point in eternity we will meet again...
And we'll talk again about all the things we talked about when we were 15 years old...
Your friend forever...

Just let the night embrace you....
Your smile is a shiny star....
So the night welcomes you with open arms....
Just mingle with all others out there in the sky. .
This is a world where everyone is happy....
Where roses and stars sing together....
This is the only place where a rose petal becomes a star at night.,,
And is born again as a rose petal at dawn...

Sakura is when
The Cherry flower blooms pink
It is magical

To all women...
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman's eyes are a sonnet...
Every woman's smile is a ray of hope
Every woman's heart  is a treasure....
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Women's day...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

For international women's day....two poems for the price of one...
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"To all women"
Every woman is a living poem...
Every woman 's eyes are a sonnet...
Women should be celebrated every day..
Not just on March 8th...
Women have my respect and admiration...
Not just today..
But everyday....
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"Deeper than an Ocean"
A woman's heart is deeper than an ocean...
And as rich as the seven seas...
For it is an infinite supply of inspiration and feelings...
The real bounty is at the bottom of that ocean...
If you manage to get there...
You will have found the treasure of happiness...
Once you do that...
Don't let go of it...
It can be the treasure of your life...
Start by sailing on the universe of her eyes...
Until you reach the ocean of her heart..

Every mom is a living poem...
Every mom's eyes are a sonnet...
Every mom smile is a ray of hope
Every mom's heart  is a treasure....
Mothers should be celebrated every day..
Not just on Mother's day...
Moms have my respect and admiration...
Not just today...
But everyday....

It was a cold, gray and windy out there yesterday; but there were still colors to enjoy...
Flowers to admire...
I guess  it is a bit like life, really...
No matter how tough it is, there is always a ray of sunshine to enjoy and  a bit of hope that tomorrow will be a better day...  

That is what a mother brings to her children's life... the hope
of a better tomorrow...

As I see it mother's day is not about giving gifts or the day itself...  
It is about reflecting what being a mother means...
What a mother is doing for her kids and the legacy she will leave them behind...
Mothers will leave a legacy of kindness, courage, good values and integrity...
That is priceless...

Best wishes for a great Sunday and a happy mother's day...to all mothers out there...

By the way, mothers should be celebrated everyday, not just on mother's day...

I have nothing to sell...
I have no money to buy either...
For my only possessions are my words, my thoughts and my feelings...
Maybe I will stand by the shopping plaza...
With a sign that says 'poems on sale.. buy one get two'...
Or 'For every three poems... a free sonnet'...
Perhaps '2021 poems at 2020 prices'...
The reality is no one would pay for them...
So I will give them for free...
For a poet, everyday is boxing day...
As we live to share our dreams and ideas...

The most important asset a person can have is his or her freedom...
Freedom to think
Freedom to choose...
Freedom to love....
Freedom to cry...
Freedom to laugh...
Freedom to dream...
I feel free around you...
For you are a free spirit...
You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen...
Or that I will ever see...
That is why I freely say...
I love you...
You have the freedom to answer...
Or to not answer...
And it does not matter...
I still love you...

From the bottom of my heart...
And with a tear rolling down my cheek...
I once more tell you I love you...
I know your heart already chose someone else...
It is hard for me to accept it...
But I love you so much...
And all I want is your happiness...
That I will be happy if you are happy...
Your happiness is my treasure...
The spark of your eyes a gift for my senses...
And the radiance of your smile a memory for an eternity...
This is where I say goodbye...
Tears are now on both cheeks...
If he loves you just 1/100th of what I love you...
You will be really happy...
For he will kiss the floor where you walk...
Imagine now how much I love you...
The sun is out now...
It is a new day...
Go and enjoy your new found love...
I hope he will really treasure you...
You are a woman worth going home to...
Once more...
From the bottom of my heart...
I love you...
I'll always miss you...
And I will be happy if you are happy...
Even if you are holding someone else's hand...
Good bye...
I will never forget you...
Even if perhaps you already forgot me...

It is minus 40 degrees today...
I still ventured to go outside...
I was crying inside the house...
Now I am crying outside...
It is so cold...
My tears froze right away...
My heart was already frozen since before I left the house...
You are so cold...
You have the power to freeze anything that gets close to you...
And I still love you...
I still can't understand why I still have hopes of you loving me...
Maybe my brain is also frozen...

There will not be a full moon for several days..
It is hard for a poet to create poetry at night when there is no moonlight..
The stars are there...
But somehow the night is not the same when the moonlight is missing..
Romantic hearts like mine rely on the moonlight for dreams and inspiration..
I can try and imagine it...
But it is not the same..
Sometimes memories and past experiences are enough..
Sometimes they're not...
In the end I realize missing something is also a source of inspiration..
For melancholy will cause your heart to yearn..
I suppose that is what being a poet is about..
You can speak your heart when you are happy and when you are sad..
When you laugh and when you cry..
If day is sunny or cloudy..
But that is fine..
For that is exactly what life is for all of us..
Memories, happiness and sorrows..
So in a way all of us are poets..
Just some of us write what we feel..
Some will never write or tell their feelings..
If all of us are poets..
Then life must be a poem...
You, my dear reader, may wonder how a poem about the moon  became a poem about life...
The answer is simple..
Poetry is about both romanticism and reality...
For romantic thoughts would not exist without reality..
Reality inspires poetry...
Which means life could not exist without dreams...
And dreams can become a reality..
For now my dream is to write poetry by moon light..
The poem was about the moonlight after all..
What is your dream...?