Loud Silence
I traveled the distance
And I discovered some silence.
Silence that you can hear.
I learned that that silence
Speaks volumes.
Silence has colors
When I am yellow
And feel blue and mellow.
When I am in the pink,
Silence is in golden ink,
Silence is a great teacher.
The quiet mind
Learn more and gain wisdom.
Let’s listen and learn,
Silence could be loud
When it has a beautiful sound.
When I am in the pink,
Silence is in golden ink.
Tomshinsky@2026
Bridge Light Poetry
I opened the window
And let the light in.
The first day of spring proof
Those brighter days are ahead.
The trees are taller than roof.
As a reader,
I trust in the next chapter.
I am the author
And the main character.
Why? – When flowers bloom,
So does hope.
My hope was wrapped in music
And artistic lyrics.
It was listened by ears
But went straight to the heart.
Music and dancing therapy
Bridge light my poetry.
Tomshinsky@2026
Instant
Life
Live in the sunshine.
Swim in the ocean.
Drink the clean air.
Each ordinary moment
Could be treasured
When life is instant.
There’s no refund
For the life well-lived.
Tomshinsky@2026
Wilted
Roses
The roses have wilted
But I cannot throw them away.
Memories wrapped around the pathway. –
Who gave them to you?
What happened?
Why can’t you throw them away? –
They remind me of life.
Everything has a beginning and the end
Like the roses that wilted,
Sweet and sorrowful like life.
I just cannot throw them away.
There are memories on the pathway.
It takes the origins to recollection
In tranquility,
Overflow personal emotions
Of the life well-lived
When roses wilted.
Tomshinsky@2026
Environmental
Health
After the cold blizzard,
The rain came down to soak us.
Now, my eyes can focus
On the growing crocus.
The eagles fly to dominate space,
And the nightingale sings
To conquer the soul.
The falling rain
Give me environmental pain.
I do not have tears.
Rain cries before my eyes and ears.
What do I do with my fairs?
Eagles fly to dominate space
Nightingale sings to conquer the soul.
I am still standing before the fall.
Tomshinsky@2026
I Write
and Rhyme
I am writing to survive. –
It keeps me alive.
The effort I made today
Shapes the path for tomorrow.
I show what I know.
I invest in time.
This is my best resource
When I am on the writing course.
You cannot refund time
If you want to enter the paradigm. –
I write and rhyme
To create something sublime.
Tomshinsky@2026
Earth
Knows
The Earth knows
When to bloom again.
So does your growth
Learned from lessons
Followed by spring rain
When to bloom again
To stimulate your growth.
The Earth knows both
As people and trees
Take the Environmental course.
Tomshinsky@2026
Spring
is Dancing
I.
Spring is dancing
And a bird is singing.
Winter ice is melting
Making rivers overflow.
Playful wind tries to smile and blow.
What is it here for me? –
My cheeks are blushing,
Overwhelmed by music and coffee.
II.
Spring is dancing,
And a bird is singing.
Flowers are growing,
Making my heart smile.
The world is a truly wonderful place
When you are dancing with grace.
Let’s embrace kind elegance
Of the March Day.
The warm memories stay,
And a little flower says, “Hey,
You will be okay!”
Tomshinsky@2026
You Cannot Buy Life: Poem
Blessed
Days of Grace
When you blessed
Your writing hand is always upheld.
The day moves with grace,
And the heart is full of trust.
The quiet corners of earth
Carries air of fresh scent
And after rejuvenated rains,
Birds sing, and grass growth.
Among the branches and leaves
Lessons are learned from green trees.
Protection, guidance,
And unconditional love
Move beyond the wind’s dance
That fits like a garden glove.
Moments like this are small
But once the day passes, I say it all.
Tomshinsky@2026
Father and Son: Essay
In the quiet corners of the garden, where the leaves stretch wide and the air carries the scent of earth and growth, there’s a kind of peace that only shared moments can bring.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
