Tag: Spillwords Press

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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Persistence (Published at Spillwords)

Regret can choke
till hopes are dead.
Ego will poke
in doubtful heads.

Tears cloud clear eyes,
fill steps with dread,
absorb faith dry,
so fears can spread.

Take a deep breath
attempt to try,
going the length
helps wishes fly.

Drown out distress,
fling goals up high.
Embrace success,
intents comply.

Do not let fright
hold good dreams back.
Narrow down sights,
remain on track.

Grasp inner light
defend attacks.
Hearts shine so bright
erasing lack.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

💕 UPDATE 💕

Hello my friends. Hope you are all doing well. I thought I would take a moment to update you on what’s been going on in my world. As most of you know, I took a hiatus from WP to work on a personal project. This project took much longer than I had anticipated, but it was completed by mid September (Just in time for my Birthday / Anniversary). I was SUPER excited to come back to my normal life with WP, unfortunately hurricane Helene had other plans for us. Hurricane Helene devastated WNC, thankfully there was only minor damage to our property, though we were trapped at home without electricity, internet, or water for about 5 days ( Talk about a memorable Birthday / Anniversary ). I am happy to say that the WNC community has made a speedy recovery though many people are still negatively affected as a result of Helene. I have also seen so many people pull together for a positive outcome. After so much work, I have decided to take the rest of December off and rejoin my WP family the first week of January. Happy Holidays and all the best to you all!!!! Miss you so very much!!! 💕

I leave you now with my most recent Spillwords publication. Thank you so much to 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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Me (Published at Spillwords)

I am the lessons I have learned,
the cool aloe that covers burns.
I am the songs I hear replay,
creator of my waking days.

I am the breeze that travels time,
made up of bright memory chimes.
I am the start and end of life,
the strength that pulls through grief and strife.

I am loyal forever true,
an inner spice with peaceful hues.
I am of flaws and great mistakes,
decipher truths, discard the fake.

I am the one that gives a hand,
empathizing to understand.
I am present when life gets rough,
at times fragile but always tough.

I am a child, mother, wife, friend,
devoted love without an end.
I am a healer with insight,
guided by higher powered light.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

💕🙏💕 Update for my WP friends 💕🙏💕

Hellooooo Word Press friends. I hope you are all doing well. My short hiatus has taken a bit longer than anticipated, but I expect to be returning to WP by the second week of October. I miss you all immensely, after all of these years I truly consider you as an extended part of my family. Looking forward to reengaging soon. Much love to you all.💕

I leave you now with my most recent Spillwords publication. Thank you so much to 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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Ruby (Published at Spillwords)

A little girl got her first shoes,
opened the bag but felt confused.
She wished for ones like her mother’s,
but got ones worn by her brother.

Tough little girl as strong as nails,
had a strong will and dreams that scaled.
she often played outside with kids,
but could not run since her shoes slid.

This little girl, she had no clue,
her innocence hid what was true,
she lived within a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

The little girl became so wise,
took every chance, studied design,
she grew up strong created plans,
to help herself and give a hand.

Bright little girl worked hard to share,
inside she always seemed to care.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributed silent support.

That little girl grew up concerned,
promised herself she would return.
Providing shoes, one of her deeds,
so kids could run, hope, and exceed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Ruby” 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! 💕

💕🙏💕 Note for my WP friends 💕🙏💕

Hello to all of my wonderful WP friends! I am still on hiatus for a bit longer. I miss you all so very much and am looking forward to returning and reading your posts soon. Happy summer, enjoy the sun. 💕💕💕

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Pass the Baton (Published at Spillwords)

A little girl born without flaws,
was raised to never ask for more.
Rules made by others were her law,
dissatisfaction filled her core.

She spent her days buried in books,
while multitasking as she cooked.
Felt success would someday be hooked,
but doubted she had what it took.

As days went by, she was annoyed,
felt like a doll or a stuffed toy.
made sure all duties were employed ,
but craved for ones she could enjoy.

Secretly chose to change her ways,
in hopes to build up better days,
knowing all things turn out okay,
she hoped strong will was here to stay.

The years flew by without a pause,
self assurance caught every fall.
Pursued her dreams, crumbled big walls,
independence helped her stand tall.

She kissed her daughter on her head,
while putting old customs to bed.
Knowing her strength will now be spread,
excited for what lays ahead.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Pass the Baton” 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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Self- Forgiveness (Published at Spillwords)

With lowered eyes
and a hushed mouth,
silence my sighs,
while in mid route.

Plastered smiles fly,
push sorrows down.
Happy disguise,
covers deep frowns.

Frantic inside,
loud voices shout,
hurt and chastised,
in and throughout.

Draw breath in tight,
knees hit the ground,
faith flows up high,
angelic sounds.

Sweat beads baptize,
hopes swirl around,
wishes arise,
dissolving clouds.

Stop to revise
regrets and doubts.
Life provides light,
that clear and sprout.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Self – Forgiveness” 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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Wishful Thinking (Published at Spillwords)

I wish I could be satisfied,
grateful as time just passes by,
emotions are intensified,
while living in an empty lie.

I wish mistakes were rectified,
forgiveness leads to second tries.
Let happiness invade and guide,
so haunting memories all die.

I wish my thoughts were classified,
to not slip up with quick replies,
my voice could whisper deep inside,
where sentiments lay and reside.

I wish my scorn was pacified,
so inner peace could touch the sky.
Euphoric visions open wide,
and manifest before my eyes.

I wish daydreams were gratified,
held expectations floating high,
opposing views all cast aside,
so harmony can always fly.

I wish all delights amplified,
so that my mind stops asking “why?”
Pray disappointments all subside,
and tears of joy are all I cry.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Wishful Thinking” 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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The Thing Is… (Published at Spillwords)

The little things that capture life,
snippets of songs, echo all night.
Some words can cut just like a knife,
yet those same words, can bring delight.

The smallest things at times grow big,
if no one ever handles it.
A strong green branch still carries twigs,
light sees the dark, while dark is lit.

The trivial things that haunt a mind,
can bring confusion and great strife.
A good heart may feel so unkind,
swallowing lessons throughout life.

The true things carried deep inside,
joys or sorrows, cause teary eyes.
A lie or truth that tries to hide,
is someday destined to arise.

The best things can come well disguised,
while in a growth test, hearts may cry,
yet that same heart may be surprised,
to learn it is prepared to fly.

The mistakes that at times feel right,
allow laughter to glow its shine,
so that the dull can become bright,
opposites dance until entwined.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “The Thing Is…” 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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Divided Outcomes (Published at Spillwords)

Feeling confused,
heart split in two,
one part outgrew,
dreams she thought true.
Another side
had too much pride,
ignored the lies
hidden inside.
The part that knew
what was untrue,
pushed to pursue
new goals and views.
The other one
became undone,
never begun
and never won.
Facing cold facts,
keeps life on track,
helps sway old acts,
so good attracts.
Open closed eyes,
feel inner vibes,
to recognize,
darkness from light.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy

I am so excited to announce that my poem “Divided Outcomes” 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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Thoughts

Today I will let it all ride,
no rhyme or reason kept inside.
Disgusted by how I see life,
the give and take is a big lie.
Built to just give but never take,
could never dare to expect breaks.
Some acts are sweet but also fake,
with rehearsed scenes for their own sake.
A pain filled heart is hardly heard,
unless some gossip can be stirred.
True love is seen as just absurd,
plastic emotions cover words.

Search deep inside to find the words,
my pity party seems absurd.
Release the pain my thoughts have stirred,
let tears cascade and cries be heard.
Learn to forgive for my own sake,
keep genuine, dismiss the fake.
Do not hold tight once the bonds break,
wishes appear for me to take.
The truth inside could never lie,
so well prepared to live this life.
In touch with how I feel inside,
hold on to light and take a ride.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem Thoughts, was published at Spillwords on November 29, 2022. In light of my recent nomination for Author of the Year by Spillwords Press, I have decided to re-share some of my previously published work. It has taken me years to find the courage to publish anything I have written, so you can only imagine what this nomination means to me. If you enjoy my poetry, I would really appreciate it if you could take a moment to vote for me, voting will be conducted via this page: https://spillwords.com/vote/. Today is the last day for votes. Thank you so much for all of your support during these past two years. In that time, you have all inspired me to write over 1,450 poems. I am so grateful to this amazing WordPress community. 💕

I would also like to thank Dagmara K, and the whole team at Spillwords for the nominations and for publishing my poems/interviews. I truly appreciate their continued support. 💕

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