Standing on the sidelines,
watching life go by,
feet get stuck in a mire’s muck,
when I never give a try.
Category: Poetry
The Troubles by L. M. Montes
Before me rolled the ocean
in to shore then ran away,
tis like a problem,
washing over,
then gone to bug another day.
There stood on wooden steps
my thoughts aloft and set adrift,
a noise behind me niggled,
with crescendo starting in
to send me to an early crypt.
But I moved past in safety’s arms,
ignoring evil’s threats,
the noise rolled in,
then ran away,
for me it did not get.
Love Connection by L. M. Montes
In my dream you held me tight,
but only for a moment’s flight,
then I woke,
you went away,
perhaps to visit another day.
I took your hand and speared your eyes,
connections made that never dies,
then we let go,
but hearts delighted,
perhaps the start of love ignited.
Enchanting Red Roses: A Garden Path of Sweet Memories by L. M. Montes
Along the garden path stands a trellis of red roses,
sweetest candied scents waft with buoyant wings,
senses swell,
memories dwell,
but future delight proposes.
The Impact of Technology on Modern Humanity: A Spiritual Reflection by L. M. Montes
Life’s hurricane blew humanity in a flurry,
rendering those who strayed from God
in such a mess our hearts became blurry.
Tech advanced beyond so far ahead,
abilities swelled away from God,
humility decreased and now is dead.
Some say we are on Dead End Street,
adrift from all that is right from God,
that’s why we repent and lay at Christ’s feet.
Candy in My Ears: Unveiling Hidden Emotions by L. M. Montes
Adrift in life like feathers floating,
you are here yet there and never knowing
what is wanted when you step.
Your words are candy in my ears,
but your eyes are seeing throughout past years
of hardship, angst, and strength.
Sweetest Scent of Flowers: A Love Poem by L. M. Montes
In a flower’s sweetest scent,
thoughts of you on me descend,
fill me with your words of love,
then carry me to heaven above.
Eyes of Glass by L. M. Montes
Eyes of glass,
clear, transparent,
yet full of life…
peace abides within those portals
to the soul.
Standing with a waiting stance,
hands expectant, set…
eyes of glass,
yearning for life
when troubles tackle the heart.
No one comes that can be seen,
perhaps a presence though is felt
inside with warmth,
yet not viewed with
eyes of glass.
Dive In by L. M. Montes
Dive in, to the words,
paint them using your mind
as they travel through your eyes,
plummet down your neck,
across to each shoulder,
float along your arms
to fingertips,
brushing their way across
paper and screen,
and morphing stories
from idea to creative means.
Sound within a Sound by L. M. Montes
Over the roar of the ocean
waves whisper,
over the screeching wind
gales speak,
over the clapping of leaves
birds sing.
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