Tag: Rhyme poem

Unrestrained

Exhales while on vacation,
inner calm, sweet sensation.
An insightful book sits near,
“Free Forever”, printed clear.

Pages whisper, soft, profound,
of futures where peace is found,
between the steel, soil, and sky,
answers live where questions die.

Exhibit so, strange and grand,
weathered, worn, robotic hand.
Rests on grass as life takes flight,
butterflies in gentle light.

Wandered off, with eager eyes,
full of hope and great surprise.
Work of art, scarred with rough gears,
impressive through rusty years.

Metal and meadow, combined,
stir wonder deep in his mind.
Book and hand, together say,
freedom may bloom balanced ways.

Smiled at what his day had shown,
dreams where seeds of peace are sown.
Human thoughts and earth agree,
even machines should be free.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 300 August 4, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

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Stitched

They raised their voices, sharp and loud,
swift storm of words, a heavy cloud.
Sharp silence came, the air grew still,
uneasy hearts, longing to heal.

In a deep breath and a step back,
they analyzed perceived attacks.
Illusions fell, all truths exposed,
ego soon fled, then decomposed.

One reached out, a gentle hand,
another sighed, began to stand.
A smile returned, the edges soft,
anger lifted to drift aloft.

They laughed again, the quarrel done,
together strong, many as one.
True friendship bends but does not break,
it always mends for love’s own sake.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Glimpse of Time

By the window, quiet and still,
her cup near by, a peaceful chill.
She sat with hands both soft and worn,
a velvet hush, a daydream born.
Two photos rest on lap with care,
pleasant moments, once captured there.

In one she wears a bright red coat,
crossing a bridge where cold winds float.
A castle looms in ancient grace,
just stone and sky in a lonely place.
Though dressed in jeans and city boots,
she felt her heart take deeper roots.

Next photo, arches, fierce and wide,
the Arctic Henge where dreams abide.
Amber skies at the world’s far end,
darkness and light begin to blend.
She’d stood in silence, breath held tight,
as dusk turned flame and day kissed night.

Now wrinkles mark where laughter lay,
but in those frames, she drifts away.
Some years have passed, her pace grown slow,
but in these scenes, her soul still glows.
To Iceland’s edge, so wild and free,
the girl she was, she still can see.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 299 July 28, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

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Forgotten Tongue

Far away dreams that slipped worn hands,
from island shores to busy lands.
The Bronx was loud, the nights were long,
she worked and prayed to keep them strong.

The bills piled high as time ran thin,
she tucked her quiet guilt within.
“No time for games,” she used to say,
while Spanish words just slipped away.

Her babies grew with english grace,
no hint of home upon their face.
No “cuentos” told, no songs they knew,
platano trees or skies so blue.

Now grown, they ask, “What did she say?”
when “mama” speaks from far away.
She smiles, then sighs, a hidden ache,
a choice she’d change, if time was fake.

“I gave you food, a place to live,
but language too, I meant to give.”
She wipes regrets, begins again,
teaching soft words like “pan” and “bien”.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Unique Views

Desert stretch where silence sings,
Joshua trees with twisted wings.
Shadows spread on golden sand,
morning spills across the land.

Sun climbs slow above dry hills,
warmth begins to chase off chills.
Beneath vast skies, wide and clear,
hearts awake without a fear.

Far off where the oceans sigh,
crystals gleam where shorelines lie.
Clouds hang low, the wind is cold,
up above heavy and bold.

Salty waves crash, then retreat,
ice frost shine, then take a seat.
Shimmery on Iceland’s shore,
nature rumbles, gray and sore.

Worlds apart, yet somehow near,
speak the same silence so clear.
Quiet lands, by nature’s care,
form two views with magics flare.

Bends in heat, or glows in frost,
distant sites, but never lost.
Though both reach, they always stay,
grace the earth in unique ways.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 298 July 21, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

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Me Time

Folded clothes and made the beds,
packed full lunches, kissed their heads.
Paid the bills, fixed what they tore,
mended hearts and so much more.

Grown now but still call my name,
treat me like a trivia game.
My tired soul runs so thin,
no regard for where I’ve been.

Want to walk beneath the trees,
feel the wind, then breathe in peace.
Sip my tea while it’s still hot,
find the woman I forgot.

Love them truly, always care,
but I need to self repair.
Time they stand on their own feet,
as I choose to take a seat.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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From Afar

Garfield clings hard, with suctioned might,
four soft tired paws in morning light.
Orange fur coat, both ears askew,
eyes opened wide with dusty hues.

He’s seen the roads, the sun, the rain,
still stuck against the windowpane.
A sagging grin, a crooked stare,
yet something new is over there.

A strange new sight, not far below,
small metal man with polished glow.
Tiny, stiff, dressed so nice and neat,
climbing a pole with steady feet.

A suit, a hat, a lifted gaze,
caught in a silent, frozen phase.
The cat just stares, his eyes gone wide,
surprised to find a friend outside.

Two silent watchers, still and small,
pressed to a glass, or scaling tall.
and though they never speak a word,
a true respect between them stirred.

They share a pose, both looking on,
one made of fluff, one cast in bronze.
Unmoving figures in display,
each going nowhere, every day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 297 July 14, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

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Meet and Greet

He rides the rails through farmland dusk,
his coat smells faint, leather and musk.
by the window, hands folded tight,
the train wheels hum through fading light.

A photo slips within his coat,
sweet baby girl, a frilly note:
“Grandpa, I’ll see you soon,” it read,
as guilt stirred deep, regrets soon led.

Strong women that he left behind,
silence sharper than words unkind.
The wife who waited, eyes gone gray,
while he chased dreams that slipped away.

He folds it gently, eyes grown wet,
there’s too much now he can’t forget.
Kind hearts he held so soft and true,
he offered storms they never knew.

A mother once with calloused hands,
who held him up like iron stands.
He never cared to treat her right.
just left one day, slipped into night.

Beautiful wife, carried his name,
then bore far more and took the blame.
He broke her trust in quiet ways,
too blind to notice hollow days.

His daughter, too, with guarded grace,
a stranger’s strength behind her face.
He missed recitals and her tears.
neglected her for all those years.

But here he is, with trembling palms,
in worn out shoes, still acting calm.
He carries with him more than weight,
he hopes and prays he’s not too late.

Yet right on time for one small soul,
a girl who might help hearts feel whole,
he’ll kneel when first he sees her there,
gray cap of hair helps hide his care.

And whisper soft, a small prayer,
“I’m better now, fully aware.”
“Little one, I will learn anew,
how to love, and be good to you.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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Flock Together

Upon a hill, where grasses gleam,
a golden hawk sat in day dream.
Its neck turned sideways, eyes so wide,
watching the wind and world collide.

High above, on a slender tree,
small chaffinch chirped so cheerfully.
Rich orange neck and belly bright,
soft feathers brushed with brown and white.

“Good day,” the little bird did say,
“I see you watching far away.
You sit so still, so calm, so wise,
what do you see beyond the skies?”

The hawk soon spoke, thoughtful in tone,
“I think of how we birds have grown,
you’re small and swift, I’m strong and slow,
but still, we share the sky we know.”

Chaffinch tilted his tiny head,
“true, we are different,” then he said,
“But still we talk, and still we sing,
no need for hate or quarreling.”

“We don’t compete, we don’t demand,
we simply live and understand,”
The hawk replied with steady gaze,
“People can learn from simpler ways.”

And side by side, though far in size,
they watched the world with wiser eyes.
A hawk and chaffinch, calm and free,
can coexist in harmony.

As they both paused, one branch, one ground,
while quiet winds blew all around.
Two birds, two worlds, yet side by side,
great lesson whispered countryside.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 296 July 07, 2025

This weeks prompt offered two picture options. This poem was inspired by both pictures. 💕

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Fourth Wish

Crackles burst upon the bright sky,
a little girl watched fireworks fly.
She held a flag in one small hand,
and twirled her toes within sand.

The night was loud with cheer and song,
but deep inside something felt wrong.
She looked above, past bursts of light,
to find a star both still and bright.

She closed her eyes, her fingers curled,
and whispered soft “Dear star, dear world,
I wish that people far and near,
could speak with kindness, not with fear.
Let grown-ups laugh, and not divide,
though they may stand on different sides,
let them all see with gentle eyes,
not just with flags or angry cries.”
“Oh star,” she said, “if you are kind,
please plant peace deep in every mind,
They do not all have to agree,
to live with hope in harmony.”

She did not ask for dolls or gold,
or secrets wrapped in stories told.
Her wish was simple, soft, and true,
for hearts to open to new views.

The rockets soared, the moon looked down,
the star she chose wore a gold crown.
Although her wish was small and light,
it danced with freedom in the night.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

💕Happy Fourth of July to all!!! Enjoy and be safe!!! 💕

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