Life ( Published at The Writer’s Club)

Life will always get better,
humming to my heartbeats song.
Smiling through the rough weather,
will help sorrows march along.

Life engulfs in great beauty,
I can sense each time I sing.
All my thoughts have a party,
inner flutters fly their wings.

Life is mixed with laughs and cries,
each released at precise times.
Both bring tears into my eyes,
at some point, both helped me climb.

Life is smooth when trusting fate,
blurred tomorrow, cleared today.
Every moment feels so great,
perfect present rhythmic sway.

Life becomes so positive,
knowing I’m not left alone.
Everything is relative,
unseen presence are all shown.

Life provides smiles and triggers,
I do not choose to regret.
Memories try to linger,
I choose to keep or forget.

Life supplies what I believe,
bringing forward all I see.
Good and bad are both perceived,
all effects are called by me.

Life is best when my soul guides,
pushing all ego aside,
letting light consume my pride,
feeling peace from deep inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Life” was published at The Writers Club I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece. πŸ’•

So Long (Published at The Writers Club)

What used to be
lives in your eyes,
a tarnished key
holds all demise.
Yesterdays dream
lets out a sigh,
a silent scream
mutes inner cries.

Blink away tears
that smudge all gain,
erase old fears
that carry pain.
Cover both ears
feeling insane,
feel sorrow near
on this torn lane.

A time that passed
new lessons learned,
heartbeats are slashed
emotions burned.
Wishes have crashed
intentions turned,
forgiveness splashed
true love is earned.

Grateful for times
that brought me light,
pushed my steep climbs
warmed up my nights.
Secured my prime
made all wrongs right,
memories chime
my soul shines bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on February 12, 2022

My poem “So Long” was published at The Writers Club I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece and voting it “Favorite Submission of The Week”πŸ’•

Jupiter ( Published at The Writers Club)

A snake disguised as a tree branch
can stand quite still to reach attack,
wears a sweet smile while stabbing backs,
carries pink hues, to hide the black.

A victim role, you play too well,
pushing the fool, saying they fell,
sympathy gained is your best spell,
those by your side, live in your hell.

Do anything to get your way,
poisoned my cup, then caused delays,
your worried face was well displayed,
before your eyes, your plans decayed.

Paint yourself bright, nice, and sunny,
with veins that flow such sweet honey,
patient with a splash of funny,
acts to access unearned money.

Inner pity makes you so cruel,
taught by elders how to bend rules,
feed deep hunger, ignite your fuel,
attempts to feel like a rare jewel.

Hope one day you can understand,
most lives rarely follow a plan,
the pain delivered by your hands,
revert right back to where you stand.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Jupiter” was published at The Writers Club I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Life’s Tale ( Published at The Writers Club)

Mystical stories fill the night,
an endless tale under the sky,
the greenest forest twinkles bright,
inspiring hopes so wishes fly.

A book that floats through in-betweens,
sprinkles of stardust become keys,
so powerful it goes unseen,
yet makes it so nature flies free.

Each page creates a better step,
that carries with it what comes next,
lingering past is cleared and swept,
rainbows of joy appear to flex.

Some chapters end, new ones arrive,
tears that condense pour rain and shine.
All characters become alive,
blooming while feeling so divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Life’s Tale” was published at The Writers Club I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Possibility (Published at The Writer’s Club)

What happened to humanity?
Did people lose their dignity?
Did hearts dissolve?
Did brains just freeze?
Did blindness reach infinity?


What if caring became a trend?
Will this bring all wars to an end?
Will we resolve?
Will anger cease?
Will we unitedly ascend?


What can we do to change this place?
Can one affect a stagnant space?
Can we evolve?
Can we see peace?
Can we smile bright and shine with grace?

If everyone finds inner light,
Conflicts will never lead to fights.
Problems will solve.
Hopes will increase.
Humanity can then unite
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

My poem “Possibility” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

One (Published at The Writer’s Club)

Your fingers strum my feelings,
pressing down like piano keys,
every note forms a new tune
stroking thoughtless melodies.

Your mind an endless chess game,
strategizing every move,
fumbling through my deep thoughts,
provokes me to self-improve.

Your chest is my soft pillow
that provides protective warmth,
safety shield that offers peace,
molding my dreams as they form.

Your words all sound like music,
offer my ears sheer delight,
lyrics make my spirit wander,
unmask my eyes to insight.

My dull heart reaches the sky
while engaging with your soul,
floating swiftly like paired hawks,
for the first time feeling whole.

Our wants forever fulfilled,
a deep love that never hides,
Co-creating fated futures,
where our lives can coincide.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “One” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Greed ( Published at The Writers Club)

Like a bear to warm sweet honey,
carrots swayed to tempt a bunny,
humans are hungry for money,
laugh it off, though far from funny.

Take every dare, snatch up the cash,
iIntegrity sold in a flash.
Watch all honor turn into ash,
all self-respect thrown to the trash.

Nothing satisfies all desires,
or fulfills the needs most require.
Vanity ignites flames and fires,
great treasures are just things acquired.

Those that choose to chase after wealth,
may find themselves feeling compelled,
to value riches over health,
till vitality is expelled.

Capital is another tool
used to create brilliant fools.
Ego flares with made up fuel,
push it aside so love can rule.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on March 21, 2021

My poem “Greed” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Rebuild ( Published at The Writers Club)

Unfold the layers off this mask,
swallow the questions no one asks,
another day with the same tasks,
drunk wishes swim within old flasks.

Alone while others are around,
all aspirations hit the ground,
an inner silence feels profound,
wishes crash hard but make no sound.

Frustrations learn to stand alone,
messages whispered in soft tones,
a deep connection with unknowns,
unsure faith rest, still as a stone.

The years pile on in the same way,
a routines mix, dictates each day,
bored numbness takes over and stays,
just then a dream dares to invade.

A yellow thought becomes so true,
the tossed old bottle makes life new,
the quickest blink changes all views,
listen to songs the breezes blew.

Tall solid plank standing upright,
the warm sunshine exhales delight,
self confidence offers insight,
builds a grand future that shines bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on December 28, 2021

My poem “Rebuild” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Pick (Published at The Writers Club)

Light sunny window
with birds that fly free,
peaceful bright air glows,
joy swims in the breeze.

Dark smoky shadow
obstructs and fogs view,
shackles tomorrow,
as panic seeps through .

Calm blissful warm winds,
jingle serene chimes,
euphoric dreams spin,
to travel through time.

Impactful loud barks
are distantly heard,
screams spray fearful sparks,
spoken words are slurred.

Water without care,
for semi-parched throats.
Champagne everywhere,
glass up for a toast.

Consumed bitterness,
scratch thirst with dry coat.
Envision cold drinks,
so far and remote

Nostrils sniff sweet streams
natural perfume.
Increasing scents gleam,
as new ones just bloom.

Inhale a foul musk,
that floats in the air.
Throw angered arms up,
while screaming, unfair!

Graze the reflection,
a sandpaper scrape.
With no direction,
or hopes to escape.

A peaceful warm touch
with the mildest hue,
breaks negative clutch,
displays what is true.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Pick” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

Reinvent (Published at the Writers Club)

Inward creation,
requires isolation,
some contemplation,
and imagination.

Pure transformation
needs great concentration,
determination,
deep communication.

Forced separation
is an obligation,
for liberation,
from lingered temptations.

Re-evaluations,
Inner calculations
provide directions,
towards destinations.

Self-restoration,
rehabilitation,
needs motivation,
and firm affirmations.

Purification,
brings clarification,
illumination,
shines bright inspiration.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Reinvent” was published at The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.πŸ’•

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