Meet me in a poem
Somewhere between the lines
Where the rhythm roams…
Find me in a verse
Don’t get lost in the rhymes
Or repetition heard…
Look for me where emotion evoked phrases exist
Locate me where expression and imagery persist…
Encounter me
in the heart, the home
Feel me
in the art of the poem
Kyoko WP
I’m here now
It’s time to look around
To look and see
The Earth, the ground
Look up and see
The stars i missed
Feel the air,
Taste the mist
that kiss my lips
Life, is for moments,
under the moon
..like this
Kyoko W.P.
The fog has lifted
My spirit shifted
I once was gifted
But now I don’t know,
how
to talk to you
Cause it was easier then
Back when
We were younger with discipline
stronger voice within
And now the story’s old
Nothing left to be told
I’m getting on the road
Won’t see you again
So this it then
It’s been real friend
Kyoko WP
I have a magical
way with
words
And sometimes
they can cut
so deep
like
swords
Kyoko WP
Poetry speaks to me
In a way so eloquently
The words paint what you can’t see
As they pour out of my memory
A masterpiece in the making
There will be no regret or forsaking
In my rhythm & rhyme making
Because to me,
it’s breathtaking
🖤
It’s peaceful
It’s calm
But she is not
But for a few short moments
The chaos is forgot
We wait while the sun rises
Peeking from the cloud disguises
The world is still
Birds still sleeping
Leaves move slowly with the breeze
The morning wait puts my soul at ease
Nature entwined with my spirit
I feel its magic when I am near it
Deep roots connecting me to all that is natural
I feel its presence its almost spiritual
The way the trees move my soul
Splendor growing out of control
A calming breeze moves around me
When surrounded by nature and all its beauty
The ground beneath me
The colors that I see
Majestic and moving gracefully
Watching the colors change fully
These roots are deep
The artistry can make me weep
We measure our lives
By the trips we take around the sun
Never knowing when the ride will be done
So does it even matter to measure?
We measure our worth
By the things we acquire,
the money, our looks , our fashion attire
But we bare creativity and magic within
What if we measure our worth by our love, our art, our words, our kindness
The things we do for others , the love we share, the moments of embrace
Every struggle we face
And come out of stronger
Wouldn’t it be worth it to celebrate these moments longer?
You’re worth more than a number.
More than your age, your money and looks
You are a soul first
And that souls worth is priceless
It’s a treasure
that one cannot measure
A rock is just a rock until it’s not
Not when it’s something saw and thought,
“This is beautiful and shall not be forgot”
Is Poetry pretty?
I don’t know if that’s always true
I guess it all depends on what the words do
How you place them and which ones you choose
Do they describe and illuminate?
Are they raw? Can they relate?
There is beauty in tragedy
And I guess that’s what I have in me
And makes up most my poetry
So, maybe,
Poetry is pretty
This is the time, for which I wait
It’s dark and late
It’s my favorite hour of the day
All is quiet, all is still; it’s delightful that way
I’m like a cat in the night . I sit and I play,
with the thoughts in my head
all of the words left to be said.
And they come at an ease
when I feel so at peace
All is calm, no one’s awake
A pause on life; a break
I am grounded, like gravity
Finally, a moment of, clarity
In the ambient of darkness, the moonlight shines, bounces, bends
I reflect and connect but soon this enchantment must come to an end
Poetry is natural
I feel it in my soul,
it’s almost spiritual
It’s like a miracle,
when my thoughts can be lyrical,
even though emotional
come with rhythm and flow
They tumble, but roll
Every rhyme and riddle,
has been instrumental
In a way, both healing and whimsical
My words, can be musical
Little wildflowers
Each strong and vibrant in their own way
Sprouted from the ground
Each to bloom their own day
Little wildflowers
Different colors and shapes,
Such a marvelous bouquet
Dance with the flowing breeze, like a graceful ballet
Little wildflowers
You look so lovely today
I want to feel safe.
I want to feel secure.
I’m riding this rollercoaster,
It’s hard to endure.
I need some stability, something concrete.
Something that makes my soul feel complete.
Something that tethers me, like gravity to my feet.
I need to feel safe.
Can’t find the words to say
but i have a song in my heart,
that i don’t know how to convey
I’ve known love and i’ve been broken apart
but i can’t find the words today
to make into art
Hear the soothing music of the birds so free
as they sing on swaying branches of my favorite tree
Watch as the leaves are dancing gracefully
to the songs that they sing so effortlessly
Feel the gentle, flowing breeze
as it passes through the changing leaves
and taste autumns season, swiftly approaching
How can one feel the need
To say a dandelion is just a weed
It’s planted
Enchanted
Wish granted
To a say it’s a weed is simply tragic
Dandelions are truly magic
From little yellow flower
To puff spreading its power
It’s planted
Enchanted
Wish granted
Be it a weed or not
The charmed dandelion must not be forgot
Kyoko W.P. POETRY 