A Silent Reflection of The Heart
As far as the eye can see only faith and hope stretches a peninsula of endless roads
Accompanied by the voiceless sky feel the heart speaking
The past, the present, the undetectable future how will be presented
Only the strains of the heart's voice arranged in songs and poems
Explaining the surrender of the deepest desires
Which will be answered by time
Swinging footsteps stumble over the pebbles of life
Rise from adversity to pursue hope
Chanting heavenly words wrapped in prayers in a whisper of breath
Toward a better tomorrow with the growth of a mature soul
The sorrow of the wounds has eroded even though it has not disappeared
Making oneself aware of the harshness of a struggle becomes self-shaping
Good and bad as if everything is balanced just to get through the day
A leadership for oneself to become a person who matters to oneself
Because this self is valuable and deserves the best with the seeds sown in life.
©poembyselly
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Wounded Soul
~ Wounded Soul ~
Gurgling waterfalls humming beautifully
Indulging my solitary self
The song of mother earth gently caresses my heart
Leaning on the imagination in my mind
Dancing to the ballerina's tune of a beautiful swan realizing a sad heart
Atmospheric waves embrace me
Stripping every curve of my body looking for a wound called loneliness
While enjoying the soft caress of the sunlight that slowly peeks through the curtain of fog
Realizing gratitude in every breath
Enjoying the rest of life even with wounds that stick like a tattoo
The morning sun shows a divine smile
Encouraging the wounded soul
Playing with hair in the breeze
Tightness in the chest disappears
As if inviting me to realize
I deserve to be loved
Although imperfect full of wounds
©poembyselly
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Wounded Soul
~ Wounded Soul ~
Gurgling waterfalls humming beautifully
Indulging my solitary self
The song of mother earth gently caresses my heart
Leaning on the imagination in my mind
Dancing to the ballerina's tune of a beautiful swan realizing a sad heart
Atmospheric waves embrace me
Stripping every curve of my body looking for a wound called loneliness
While enjoying the soft caress of the sunlight that slowly peeks through the curtain of fog
Realizing gratitude in every breath
Enjoying the rest of life even with wounds that stick like a tattoo
The morning sun shows a divine smile
Encouraging the wounded soul
Playing with hair in the breeze
Tightness in the chest disappears
As if inviting me to realize
I deserve to be loved
Although imperfect full of wounds
©poembyselly
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The Song Of the waiting soul
A short story about this poem. It is a dream that often comes again and again, explaining a relationship from the divine. Enlightening the uncertainty and doubt of a heart.
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~ The song of the waiting soul ~
Come to me in my dreams
Come,as thou cam'st a thousand times.
A messenger from radiant climes,and let me dream in truth.
In pleasure that love is given me
The soul burns like a finger in the fire
Feel the warmth of waiting in love
Soaring my soul across the galaxy
Letting go of all the sadness in the deadlock of life
The soft glow burns through my blood
Glued to the truth of the real heart
Destined to be together until the time of the divine approached
©poembyselly
The Grim Reaper
I fell silent lamenting the silence
My heart rustles without direction
Raging feelings and souls
Lamenting the loneliness of an empty soul
The cup of the soul is eroded by the erosion of time
Rooted in no man's land
Losing the foothold of life's purpose
Darkness gnaws at my every pulse
Crawling like an aimless undead
The sides of my inner space were blown away by the wounds of the past
Snatched by the grim reaper
Pouring wounds suck the withered soul
Save me from the wail of death
Save me from myself
Waiting for a ray of light to dazzle the soul
Waiting for a chance to escape
Run from the darkness of the side of me that increasingly eats me alive
©poembyselly