Life Is Poetry, Poetry Is Life

Sonya Flie

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Freelance poems and short stories with big meanings that’s captivating in the mind. Some thoughts about everyday life that’s sometimes missed.

Sujets

• Poetry

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• Publié par: Xlibris US
• Date de parution: 31 mars 2021
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781664164901
• Langue: English

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Life Is Poetry, Poetry Is Life
Sonya Flie

Copyright © 2021 by Sonya Flie.
 
Library of Congress Control Number:
2021906004
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-6641-6470-3

Softcover
978-1-6641-6469-7

eBook
978-1-6641-6490-1
 
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Rev. date: 01/25/2023
 
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Expectations
10.19
A Broken Man’s Hands
A Master Poet
A Moment
A Simple Touch
An Earth Treasure
Another Beginning
Autumn
Be Peaceful
Beautiful
Blossom
Blue and Black
Bumpop Man
Brief Storm
Calm
Cleansing
Conceal Love 9
Confirmation
Count Them
Cover Me (My Prayer)
Critical Mind
Day
Déjà Vu
Density
Deserving
Eternal Friendship
Ever Past My Eyes
Fate
Fly Robin Fly
For Reasons
Forever Stay
Fork in the Road
Freelance Hands
Fresh Walk
Gather My Thoughts
Getting Use to Anything
Glass Paper
God Cried Today
Good Past Tense (Regent Street)
Heart of Trouble
Hey Love
I Stand Accused
I See
I Thank You Lord
Imagine Us
I’m An Angel
In Do Season
Iron Roses
Janae’
Jerod’
Just That
Knowing What Could Be
Lake Waters
Left
Let Me Wash My Feet
Life is Like Poetry
Like that My Love
Lonely One
Looks Like Autumn
Look for the Golden Sea
Love’s In Your Face
Making Dew
Marionette
Me, Myself, and I
Me
Mean Souls
Midfall
Moon Over Monday
My Book
My Comical Hour
My Evening
My Eyes Saw Chicago
My Flowers
My Granny’s Hand
My New Friend
My Travel Time
Mysterious Clouds
One Day
Outdated
Passwords
Quiet Steps and Restless Souls
Red Glow
Right or Wrong
Sculptured
Seasons Change
Selfish
Selfish Storm
Silence
Simple Things
Sinful Taste
Smile for Me
Snooze
Soft Whisper
Something Simple
Special Things
Stand
Staying Focused
Strength Within
Tease the Scene
Telling Secrets
The Audience is Listening
The Sky’s Moment
The Bee Could
The Look
The Struggle Overcome
The Tune
The Watchers
Time is Off
Tomorrow
To My Ex
Two Thoughts at Once
Under Construction
Understand Me
Unstable Mind
Vivid
Voice Tones of Their Own
Welcome to Me and You
What A Scene
What A Sun
What’s Free
Where I See the Rainbow
Wreckage of Life
You
Your Soul Be Content
You’re Completed
Dedications (my thank you’s)
Expectations
What is it that we expect life to give us if we can’t follow ourselves? Some people are afraid to find out what is out there for them. Most people give up on life just waiting until death approaches them, intimidated by their own mind. Did you know that you are your worst critic? You are fighting against yourself. That’s your conscious mind you’ve been ignoring all of this time. You make excuses and blame everyone else for your problems, but it’s you. If you could take your face off and turn it around to face yourself then you would give yourself the best advice. Since that is impossible, you can’t put yourself down, you have to have faith it’s the pattern to your life. Use your deepest thoughts to sort the strong in you. Life is like poetry that is surrounded by all of us, it’s abstract. It will never make sense to the sensible mind of mankind, we just learn something new everyday. Life has its own art form in which it can create an abundance of phases and journeys. Basically, everything we do, everything we think about, everything we feel, everything we see is life. Don’t break the seal of security against yourself or you will get confused. Some people don’t have enough strength to get it back, so they are negative all the time. It’s amazing how things happen to fit certain reasons. It could be a situation that happened way back when you didn’t understand it then but still talk about it now because there was never any closure with the situation, you might be going through something similar now. Going through pain and hurt is not a good feeling, but God wants us to learn from our mistakes, keep moving and grow as you go. In life we get used to things being one way and forget things may change. A lot of people don’t think change would happen with them being so blinded by their situations and dilemmas. Change can happen just keep on believing and continue to have faith. Your thought process has to be different with more positive thinking. Everybody has different situations than the next. It doesn’t mean the next person is better, just different. We do things differently, we speak differently, we hear differently, we see differently. Being different is a good thing. It makes you own your ideas. If you speak it then it’s yours. Someone might say they thought of the same thing, but if you said it first then it’s your idea so own it.
10.19
You are the butterfly that landed in my hand. You move your wings up and down looking at me with strong glossed eyes, the look of meditation. You flew away for a spell. Now the seasons are changing as you fly past the first brush of trees. When it’s almost over, then you will come to me completely fluorescent and your colors will be new and improved to match mine, then you will be my butterfly.
A Broken Man’s Hands
An argument with a woman is the wrong power for a man, like a beaten fist to her face, dysfunctional words with a sour taste. He thinks he speaks with awarded words but they frown with intimidation. She’s allergic to stupidity after he speaks. A broken man has broken hands. If his palms fit around her neck that’s too tight for her to breathe, his power feeds from the fast beat of her heart within reach. His hands are really broken but not from her fear, watch out broken man her strength is getting near. Her silence stood beside her shield with a covered look to now find his fear. Her neck from a swallow began to swell, here comes her power broken man, her power from prayer.