Tag: rhymed poetry

Lilac Breeze

A journey where the wild woods sleep,
secrets well kept, wise roots run deep,
just when dusk spills its final rays,
into a soft, lavender haze.

The trees wore coats of dusky green,
slight shade between sheen and unseen,
every firm branch and bending leaf,
moved slowly, breathing out relief.

A single bird gave one low call,
allowing ease to gently fall,
peace wrapped around like woven thread,
silently stitched with words unsaid.

Soft rustling wings in twilight’s blush,
no birdsong cuts velvety hush,
as somewhere near, a streamlet sighs,
reflecting stars, amethyst skies.

The air felt thick with dewy hues,
sweet scents made this day feel brand new,
drops of violet midnight rain,
sang stories etched in bark and grain.

No time goes lost on this pathway,
magical forest dipped in grace,
tranquility that twilight yields,
a purple-hazed mystical field.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 22, 2025
Prompt – Forest , Purple – hazed

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Sweet Getaway

We visit where silence takes notes,
as lakes and mountains gently float,
a mirrored stillness, hushes skies,
branches above cause winds to sigh.

Someday, we’ll trade the city’s beat
for softer steps, grass on our feet,
a place where soul and nature meet,
as time slows down, each breath tastes sweet.

Clusters of houses by the shore,
with weathered wood, inviting doors.
One holds a turbine in its heart,
its gentle hum of rustic art.

Mountains stand high, still as a stone,
unmoving, yet never alone.
Peaks catch bright light, feel so alive,
teach how to rest, not just survive.

The leaves reach down dappled with grace,
to frame the lake, calm, endless space,
green and gold flicker with the breeze,
whisper sweet things, spirit at ease.

Peaceful at rest, nowhere to be,
drift with the clouds and dancing trees,
a brief escape, yet somehow planned,
held in this water colored land.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 285 April 21, 2025

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Cosmic Flow

Orchestrated by higher hands,
with tangled roots and shifting sands,
the scene begins where logic ends,
as moonlight bends, wilderness mends.

Breezes take wind with violin sighs,
drawing a bow made of strong pine,
each branch a string, each leaf a cry,
a chorus sung, their echoes chime.

Branches undone, untwist, then climb,
like ivy fingers, chasing time,
born in the hues of dawn’s soft gleam,
they bloom and burst, a waking dream.

Crickets chirp in, sharp as a pin,
fill dusk up high, fresh air feels thin,
bright fireflies blink notes within,
highlight the night with glowing wings.

Wild birds whistle as cello’s moan,
deep whispers in a serene tone,
clear stars descend, as a hush flute,
sweet petals close make fields go mute.

No maestro stands, no curtain falls,
nature conducts in quiet calls.
A dance, a dare, fanciful scheme,
a living world under a beam.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 15, 2025
Prompt – Orchestrated , Nature, Scheme

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Deep Within

Proudly and tall, the blood moon shows,
warm dusky rose, the night bestows.
Sweet copper face, peacefully slow,
wears just a crown glistened by snow.

Time paints the sky, just past midnight,
a silver glow offers insight.
Soft single flame, so small, yet bright,
clings gently to the lunar light.

Old lantern rests on grassy ground,
its quiet gleam, the only sound.
Two distinct shines suddenly bound,
great mystery, no answers found.

Who left it there? Which tale will fly?
traveler lost? pre-planned surprise?
Natural wonder? kind and wise,
gift of delight where stillness lies.

Deeply inhale, hearts and minds spin,
euphoric hues, expand within,
painful bruises depart from chins,
through darkest times, prepare to win.

Dim shadowed sparkles heal deep scars,
soft candle flame, strong eclipsed star.
One guides the path from a worn jar,
the other bleeds both near and far.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 284 April 14, 2025

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

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Peaceful Whispers

Calm waters stretch like glass below,
serenely flows where breezes go.
Reflections dance in soft disguise,
beneath the rainbow-painted skies.

A hush lies deep on waters wide,
so still they hold the evening’s pride.
The surface shimmers in delight,
a mirror catching fading night.

Tall single tree stands proud yet shy,
stretches all limbs, to sway up high,
against the sky, where colors stream,
a rainbow born from twilight’s dream.

Soft colors blend pink, gold, and blue,
a canvas brushed with evening hues.
Rose, indigo, and amber weave,
a view too lovely to believe.

Beyond, the mountains cast their shade,
as silent choirs serenade.
Strong shadows stretch, serene and long,
echoes whisper wise ancient songs.

Within this space, the world stands still,
no sound but wind, no thought but will.
A place where time and spirit meet,
a peaceful bite, tasty and sweet.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 8, 2025
Prompt – Serenades

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Picnic Time

Barbie’s blanket, calm and still,
flips magazine, day dreams fill.
Lost in a world, wonders seen,
peaceful vibes feels so serene.

Ken stands nearby, smiles so bright,
McDonald’s bag , brings delight.
Warm scented fries fill the air,
plastic thoughts drift without care.

Pizza box, opened half wide,
cheesy goodness, yummy ride.
Lush lawn stretches, vibrantly green,
highlight this beautiful scene.

Symphonies whisper through leaves,
dancing trees sway with the breeze.
Bask in sun with skies so blue,
picnic in a world so true.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 283 April 7, 2025

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Handful (Published at Spillwords)


A family is like a hand,
silent oaths form a solid band.
Rare roles print on every finger,
bad times fade while love still lingers.

Index leads as wise as can be,
points out fears so all eyes can see,
flaps around if plans go astray,
connects with thumb to say “okay.”

Thumb is strong, always goes the length,
assists with grip to show off strength,
comforts infants, rests in their mouth,
silences cries, erases pouts.

Pinky is young, runt of the pups,
helps gain control, while holding cups.
A gambler, loves to take quick bets,
entwined until all stakes are set.

Spunky middle, hard to control,
rebel by nature stands alone,
rude to many, funny to some,
kisses a thumb, snaps just for fun.

Charming ring finger holds beauty,
gains attention with jewelry,
committal pledge, gives it her all,
honored with gems, always stands tall.

Strong linked home, divine love provides,
abundant care, comes from all sides.
Negative out, positive stands,
comfort in the palm of each hand.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Handful” is now available at Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for all of their continued support. I would be so very grateful if you would go here, and like/comment as well. Thank you! 💕

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Unlimited

Let today peak, let hopes rise,
no walls to halt, reach for the skies.
Break old chains that bind the soul,
beyond all limits, let dreams flow.

Transcend through doubts, fears, worn strife,
unleash powers hidden in life.
Inner locks, open a door,
unlock your spirit, let it soar.

Own intentions, claim your light,
then chase true joy til it burns bright.
Hold the gift to mold and shape,
bend this world, create your escape.

Earth is vast, horizons wide,
embrace the winds, let spirit guide.
Let zest spike, in every way,
take this moment to seize the day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge April 1, 2025
Prompt – Peak/ Transcend/ Life

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Take a Break

Tall tree so vast, it hugs the sky,
with branches that stretch low and high,
like arms that reach a higher place,
to touch the clouds then slow their pace.

Up high, a boy finds rest and peace,
a comfy branch offers release.
Strong trunk beneath, so firm and grand,
supports him high above the land.

Its roots a story, deep and old,
whispers the secrets nature holds.
In every curve, a silent song,
of time that moves, each day along.

Young man lies still, where daylight falls,
with dancing leaves great wisdom sprawls,
as his mind rests his spirit leaps,
above the world, half way to sleep.

Eyes semi-closed, he dreams away,
lush forrest hums as hours’ sway,
although the man is far from ground,
he feels pure love deeply profound.

Beautiful fortress made of wood,
where jaded souls capture their good,
a place where earth and sky entwine,
and life slows down, simply divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What Do You See # 282 March 31, 2025

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Fall Behind

​Left behind heavy despair,
cast aside lingering care.
Underneath yesterday’s cry,
problems leave to pass me by.

Like a ghost, so faint and cold,
release firm cemented hold.
Chains that bound my spirit tight,
fall away, dissolve at night.​

Endlessly, my soul takes flight,
infinitely soars so bright.
Nothing binds, no fear to hold,
new paths lets future unfold.

Open arms to greet the dawn,
embrace paths that stretch beyond.
Steps propel towards the vast,
journey on so free at last.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge March 25, 2025
Prompt – Problems / Infinitely

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