When Winter Over: Poem

When Winter Over

First day of meteorological spring

Welcome to the mud season.

By March, the worst of winter

Should be over.

The snow would thaw,

The rain would help to grow,

And rivers begin to run

Because it’s melted snow into water.

The world would wide awake

Into itself again.

Winter should be over.

March brings spring.

Spring season of mud

Is always fun.

Tomshinsky@2026

Lyrics from the Clouds: Poem

 

Lyrics from the Clouds

Clouds over the ocean

Seeing.

Clouds in the sky

Being.

Lyrics out of my pen

Challenge floats

About the meadows

Like the whisper of wind

Occupying my mind

And swaying gently every word.

Clouds inviting reflection

And encouraging

To view, to pause, and observe;

To find the right word

When clouds in the sky

Calling

To dream and to fly.

Racked with sorrow

Throw the miserable row,

I certainly know

To be alive is the best thing.

Tomshinsky@2026

Time Is Precious: Poem

Time Is Precious

I.

On day, one hour,

One minute will never

Cone again.

Enjoy every day and hour,

One minute will never

Come again.

II.

We dream of precious  

Warmer days to start some seeds.

We grow many herbs and flowers.

Calendula always is a comforting fact.

Trust the process

You cannot see

Beneath the surface.

So, give yourself the space

To bloom and grow

Because everything is possible.

III.

Life is precious.

It does not have rewinds

Unwrap with appreciation

The gift of each moment.

I little self-love goes

A long way

And this is precious.

Tomshinsky@2026

I Never Knew: Poem

 I Never Knew: Poem

I.

I never knew,

Until I met one in You.

You brought me peace

To all my dreams.

I want to harvest

From every song

If I can prolong

The endless lightness,

Kindness, and happiness.

II.

And if you are to love,

Love like the moon loves.

It does not steal the night.

It only unveils the beauty

Of the dark

And the moon’s light

That sends official approval

For sweet love.

Tomshinsky@2026

Give Me a Word: Poem

 

Give Me a Word

Give me a word

That ends with ‘sion.’

I say, I have a vision.

Give me another word

That rhymes with ‘sion.’

I say, there is a mission.

I do not need any permission.

I am a poet; I have my expression.

I will make my confession:

I am good at my creation.

There are not any confusion,

Collusion, or tension.

English session

Has passion

That could become an obsession.

Tomshinsky@2026

In Spring: Poem

 

In Spring

It is Spring again.

The Earth is like

A pampered child

Spoiled and kissed

That knows the weather’s

Changes and stays mild.

Spring gains again

The poet’s heart

And promises in May

To have a relaxing day.

Spring is connected

To birds and trees,

And frees the thoughts

To fly like birds.

Spring blows my mind

And promises lined

Up with hugs and kisses

For the cute mistress.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wolf and Squirrel: Poem

 

Wolf and Squirrel

People say

If I may,

Life does not grow

From power

To flow.

It grows from care,

Which is fair.

Here is a sight:

Wolf was crying

The entire night.

Squirrel thought

Wolf wants an acorn.

Squirrel was not adorned.

Wolf said, “I am not cry.

I am not hungry.

I am singing.

I am pleasing.”

There is power in acorn.

One day it will be a tree.

It always brings power out in me.

Tomshinsky@2026

Young at Heart: Poem

 

Young at Heart

When you are young at heart

It speaks like realistic art.

Writing a poem about love

That fits like a glove

Is telling a contemporary story

Of the brain that controls

Every muscle of the body,

Except the heart

That pulsing and rolls

Without words of sorry.

When you are young at heart,

It speaks like contemporary art.

Here comes adulthood

With glowing stars

Blessed with colorful arts

Of two lovely hearts.

Grap the opportunity

That comes with responsibility

Of high hopes and a dream,

One early morning,

With coffee and cream.

Tomshinsky@2026

All About You: Poem

 

All About You

Do not let red turn blue,

And make today all about you!

Look in the mirror.

Your soul is vigor

Dancing and smiling,

When drums start rumbling.

Fire in veins calls through the night

And you do not fear daylight.

Right connection is in music

To bring peace of mind

And heart’s trembling and whispers.

Fire in veins calls to find

The power to fulfill any desires.

You can text or call,

I am outside, open the door!

Do not let red turn blue.

The rest is up to you.

Tomshinsky@2026

Bless the Words: Poems

 Bless the Words

Some souls

Bring so many lights

That those ordinary moments

Feel delight to linger, and flights.

Bless is those

Who sees beautiful things

In humble places.

Bless the words

That said

While resting on my pillows. –

May I hear you to say Amens’

To make sure the heart sings!

Tomshinsky@2026

Dressed for Success: Poem

 

Dressed for Success

I want to put on new clothes

I want to put today

Something different –

Perhaps a reckless joy,

Something bright and big

To fit and do

Something different

Like a dress for success.

Cold cannot touch

What warmth has claimed,

When butterfly kisses

The dandelion wishes.

Tomshinsky@2026

Small Things Strength: Poem

 Small Things Strength

The door is bigger than a lock.

A lock is bigger than a key,

Yet a small key

Opens the entire house.

I think and pause. –

Big problems

Do not always need

Big actions.

One small thought

And one small step

Can change everything.

Do not doubt the power

Of small things strength.

Tomshinsky@2026

Alliance: Poem

 Alliance: Poem

I am fluent

In silence.

I do not need

A license.

Communication shortened

At a distance.

Love proved existence

In text and sentence.

Quiet. Silent. Letters.

Two in the darkness.

Relaxed

In alliance.

Tomshinsky@2026

Wild Dandelion: Poem

 

Wild Dandelion

I’d rather be a dandelion:

Wild, stubborn, hard to kill

Like a strong lion,

Yet full of wishes.

Sun-fed, bee-kissed.

Also, unapologetic to feel,

And carried

By the wind

When defined

As always kind.

Wild dandelion is on my mind.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories: Poem

 

The Secrets, the Bees, and Stories

Do not have any regrets

If you reveal your secrets

To the wind.

Do not blame the messenger’s link

To reveal them to the trees.

If only bees

Could share and write in ink

Everything they learned

From sweet emotions

And yardwork struggles.

Beautiful

And grateful,

Small but approachable.

They bring sunshine

To the sunny side of life,

Which is sweet and fine.

Some stories do not need a plan.

Some stories wonder

As much as the sparking fire

Reveals the secrets of life.

Tomshinsky@2026

The Morning Delights: Poem

 The Morning Delights: Poem

Earth delights

To feel your bare feet,

And winds to play

With my curly hair.

The two bald eagle pair off

While flying over the river…

Why not?!

Sun gently caresses the skin.

Me touching you, very kind,

You know what I mean.

The Earth whispers its secrets

To those who choose to listen.

Let’s cherish its voice riddles.

Let’s go on slow walks,

Watching wildlife,

And breathing in and out

Because we are alive.

Tomshinsky@2026

To Be, or Not to Be: Poem

 To Be, or Not to Be

I.

To be,

Or not to be.

There is no deadline

For becoming who you

Want to be.

There are no due dates

To cross the silver line.

It is fine.

New Year resolution,

Get it!

And do not be late

To the plate.

II.

Shakespeare said,

To be, or not to be.

There is not any fee.

I am going to ask the tree.

It always advises me.

I depend on a buzzing bee.

Asking questions,

It is the main key.

Tomshinsky@2026