There was no way of telling What pleasures they find, Those who brew trouble Or live to contrive Stories that spark fear Or lies to make us tremor And how they find peace Lining deep pockets With the labor of others Yet, when we look around The smiles belong to those Who wouldn’t lend a dime Or spare a trifling thought For the sorrows they cause.
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Frederic Ingham. Ten Time One is Ten. Boston: Roberts Brothers, 1871 — Source.
When the last shadows fell I heaved a sigh of relief For the gloaming night Would soon be upon me I can cower and hide From the travails of life Bury my hopes again In layers of staid silence And hear the shaky rhythm Of my heart, reminding me I am still alive!
I dive into my anxious thoughts Almost sure I can’t face Demons that demand much From my spirit so frail Yet, my valiant soul whispers Tomorrow is set to arrive What if your Destiny Turns on its feet? Then you may not feel the need To run away from another Grueling, defeated day!
Poetry inspired by the book cover for Charles Kingsley. The Water Babies. London: Macmillan and Co., 1886 — Source.
Pastel petals of spring Warm glow of cashmere Sparkle of glossy rain Shimmer of summer Whatever the season There is always life Wrapped in muslin and Gentle wishes lying still Spread over eyelids Like the touch of lace Vast hopes, latent until Caressed by time Summoned by destiny New buds unfold in Glorious bloom and Dreams decide To come true!