Tag: poetry

Love song

A nightingale
sings his songs of light,
serenading tales,
navigate her flight.

She feels his rhythm
synch to her heartbeat,
savory serum
makes her trip complete.

His lingering tone
always guides her home.
Never left alone,
even while she roams.

One darkened evening
as nerves shook and swayed,
his voice was leaving
deepest fears displayed.

How could she ever
fly a path so dim?
She let love drive her,
straight back home to him.

Rewinding his thoughts
reviewing her face,
a true lesson taught
one filled with pure grace.

Quickly embracing
then snuggling tight,
slowly exchanging
stories from that night.

“My ears could not hear,
my soul felt you near,
your song disappeared,
my path became clear,
I charged in full gear,
used love as a steer,
removed every fear,
instantly appeared.”

Happily relieved,
his full voice regained.
Their vibrations weaved
their love song retained.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Link

Accepting you
I gain myself,
reflections teach
us to impel.

Eight billion hearts
can beat as one,
admiring,
the rising Sun.

All eyes that see
have different views,
impress true self,
so guilts remove.

Empathy tugs,
though always there,
acknowledging
a vacant stare.

Give what I can,
then help some more,
not for a pat,
or to gain scores.

Do it for one
as much as two,
every smile spreads
positive hues.

Feel ever blessed
for being kind,
shut both my lips,
open my mind.

Do not condemn
those still in queue,
within their path
they will find truth.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Text

Words that swim around his head,
make him drown in them instead.
Steal his voice, his feelings tread,
remarks tiptoe on a thread.

Convey his thoughts deep inside,
blabbing what he wants to hide.
Caution must be well applied,
felt emotions smoothly guide.

Words that fly over his head
do not land, instantly dead.
Tried to crack behaviors read,
analyzed each phrase once said.

Dictating the things he hears,
break and conquer all his fears,
sad or happy stream of tears,
whisper softly in his ear.

Words that live inside his heart,
made to always feel so smart,
transform into works of art,
always set themselves apart.

They can get him to believe,
that same power could deceive.
Building what he will perceive,
help him gain all goals achieved.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Drawing

A sip of coffee with sweet foam
brings me to my childhood home.
Scents and flavors interweave
playful thoughts kept me naive.

Mystical nights on the phone,
magical days of unknowns,
chose pretend and make-believe,
painted world my eyes conceived.

A gulp of water twist of lime,
brings me back to present times,
offering all I can give,
forming the life I will live.

Obtain all the goals I crave,
heartbeats strong, feeling so brave,
knowing all actions I see,
are directed back to me.

A guzzle of pure love and light
transports me to a bright sight.
Sparkles twinkle on my face,
formless body kissed with grace.

All good things will follow through,
build the stories pick and choose,
ask a question, build a view,
then examine what I drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Hopeful Tears

With every sigh
clear tears that shed,
run, skip, and fly,
above her head.
Like butterflies
with wings widespread,
they flutter high
carrying her dread.
They touch the sky,
kill her pain dead,
then float on by,
call joy instead.
As they all dry
new hopes are read,
she wipes her eyes,
held sadness fled.
Within her mind
a soft voice treads,
as an ally,
all problems shed.
A silent guide
no start or end,
always provides
bright paths ahead.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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