A Thoughtful Poetry Blog
i see you floating there just off the shore and i must encourage you to pick up that oar it might be nice to relax and stay but around the bend is Lucky Bay! don’t let the name fool you anyone can go and seize opportunities if only they’ll row so pick up that oar and give it some hustle you make your own luck when you use all your muscle i can’t wait to see all the luck you create, the way that you’re rowing is proof you’ll be great!
a dehydrated soul typically looks in all the wrong places for a source of liquid love to quench its thirst in desperation it swallows all kinds of vices that will never satisfy the universal need to be loved oh, to know that the source of liquid love is an inner river of gratitude that sometimes trickles, sometimes cascades, but always flows and must be consumed in sweet sacred silence
beloved mountains your breath lives in my blood north, south, east, west you circle me in majesty you are my fortress my ever-changing painting my points for navigation my comfort for my eyes my loyal, stable friends my promise for adventure and peace you are regal sentinels silent witnesses of my life you stood before i came you'll stand long after i've gone but somehow i know you'll remember me because your breath lives in my blood
Who says you can't be wise and respected when you're young. Who says you have to get your education within four walls at a desk. Who says you need a college degree to be successful in life. Who says you need to earn more than six figures to live your best life. Who says you have to get a job, get married, and have children. Who says you can't be healthy and strong when you're old. Who says you have to live a gender role. Who says a lot of things, but never mind Who what does You say?
please, don't bury me in a cemetery among an ocean of corpses preserved with formaldehyde sprinkle my ashes beneath a fledgling tree where i can carry on with my nurturing nature and help something grow
i heard it was naughty but i found it nice so fun, in fact i did it twice
blindfold me i could find you in a lineup with my hands
it seems insurmountable but i know what to do get your shoes put the dog on a leash open the door and walk with me we need the sun on our faces new air in our lungs movement is the remedy the elixir that loosens dammed words congested emotion paralyzed perspective step by step word by word tear by tear we can solve it by walking
i am a woman a cyclical creature designed like the moon who i am today is different from who i am one week two weeks three weeks from now today, i am a sliver of myself i'm somber, pensive, and numb the weight of my cares is heavier than usual my perspective is cloudy sodden with emotion i don't like this version of me yet, here she is again and in spite of my dislike of her she will be me for more than 3,000 days of my feminine life every month i can't wait until she leaves i always sigh with relief and welcome the returning fulness of myself this me smiles and laughs she's fun and sexy so shiny, dynamic, and strong i wish she could stay forever but i guess if she did i wouldn't appreciate her like i do so, let the lunar cycle continue and my metamorphosis carry on because i am a woman a cyclical creature designed like the moon
every moment is rough when you're in a rut so turn on a bop and shake your butt life's too short to pout and brood dancing will always improve your mood so, let your hair down when you're all uptight if you loosen those hips you'll start to feel right