- Grab a photo of anything.
- Study it for a few minutes.
- Brainstorm a list of words that come to mind as you are looking at it.
- Take your list of words, and use them to create a poem of your choice.
Tag: Poetry
Weather’s War by L. M. Montes
The rising sun kissed the horizon,
peeking shyly above the edge of Earth,
as it climbs in steady gait
beaming arms of light ready themselves
to slice through the day.
Clouds compete,
and waft across the sun,
arresting light till the day is done.
Then in gusts wind blows its breath,
and rescues sun’s beams glory light.
On and on this fight is fought,
until the elements blame and gust,
not caring who below it harms,
as long as all gets what they want.
Whispers by L. M. Montes
A whisper gently tickles,
as one’s words politely trickle,
whether kind or filled with angst,
the mind will sing or sink with pangs
of what it does not want to know.
But do we sit and let it fester
or set it loose on water’s flow?
The Glow by L. M. Montes
At half sunrise and half sunset,
a low light of heaven predawn or preset,
gives pause to one’s thoughts,
of pre-day or pre-night,
reflection abounds and growth is met.
Cherish the moments of heaven’s glow,
when quietude erupts and silence so low,
smile, drink coffee, enjoy the time,
those moments, so precious, do flee,
so day and night can grow.
Beauty by L. M. Montes
What is beauty?
A visual of mountains, streams, and lakes?
Is it a flower?
Those precious colored jewels, our breaths they take?
Is it the ocean waves spilling across the sand?
A sound so smooth and brings us sleep?
Does it come in the form of a sweet scent?
From flowers’ scents to baked pecan rolls, a taste we keep?
What form does it take?
Any form to you and me from Jesus hand for us to see.
The Rain by L. M. Montes
I lay aloft on feathers
in a house of wood in trees,
the rain, oh sleep persuader,
carry the mind afloat on seas,
to slumber as I lay buoyant,
relaxed among the breeze,
trickle patterns of pitter patter,
to dreams my eyes will see.
Podcast of The Fleeting Soul by L. M. Montes
The Fleeting Soul by L. M. Montes
In life you are a soul behind a mask,
hiding from the world but yet you seek
true beauty from within a natural set,
displaying gold inside your heart,
giving what you have to all, then part.
In dreams you linger strong and within sight,
but then you move and vanish from my
reach when hands behold your presence,
leaving one to wonder if you are there,
or staying away forever, ’cause you care.
Nature’s Movement by L. M. Montes
Falling beams of sun’s pure light,
portrayed the morning’s breath
of flowers and scented dew,
a haven and dreamlike world
to ponder thus with you.
In nature’s quietness I sit
upon a grassy cliff up high,
a tree it tapped me on the head
as breezes they set sail
and spoke of change’s rule.
Life’s Choices by L. M. Montes
The pull of life reached out to me,
and taunted with its symmetry,
so many shapes and paths that call,
which one to do or none at all,
alas I chose and it was wrong,
so others harped with nasty song,
inside I shrank and bent to cringe,
the edges of my mind so singed,
but light it came and slayed the burn,
as from mistakes the brain it learned.
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