Vision of
Tomorrow: Poem
Tomorrow brings a vision,
Use your intuition
And take a firm position.
Today brings closure
Enough of the exposure.
For our peaceful tomorrow,
Some gave their today.
Let's remember this every day!
Let today be gentle
And quite not judgmental!
Let honor the pause
And prepare for rise!
Tomshinsky@2025
In the Fantasy: Poem
When you play with a fantasy
And witness the birth of creativity,
The only imaginary
Incalculable fairy phase
Of everything magic, sweet, and swage
In the fantasy fairytale.
Let’s imagine
A storm that wept
To shed tears
Of dropped strong emotion
In our fantasy.
When it happens,
Let the drops of liquid fall.
Storm passes,
And guess what?
From the soil’s sorrow.
Petals open and grow
Toward the bright light –
Unbroken, strong, and alive.
Tomshinsky@2025
Is It
Right: Poem
Nothing is permanent,
Not even troubles.
Walk in the rain,
It will hide the tears.
There are my lessons –
Please do not waste a day
When you do not laugh today!
Look at the moon
And adore the God’s beauty.
Look at the sun –
It gives you God’s power.
When I look in the mirror,
I see the God’s creation creature
Life is a journey, trip, and adventure.
Maybe, we all are believers and travelers.
Let’s live today,
Tomorrow is not promised,
And not always come.
Nothing is permanent in this world.
I think this is the right word.
I am from planet Earth
At this large universe,
And speak some Neptunian.
I live and stick to what I know.
I do more to flow
From night to day
And repeat, is it right?
This year, I am very scared,
And I have so much fair-mindedness
I held down my salty tears.
In my mind, I am a good girl
And a learner,
And a listener.
Is it right?
Try it over and over,
And fight
For what is right.
The strength straight
From the chest breath upright
Of power and faith,
And human unforgivable strength,
Is it right?
Tomshinsky@2025
Memorial: Poem
Death takes the body.
The soul leaves for new destination
To ultimate original population.
What is left is a story,
The laughter, and memory.
The love continues to live
To feel
Within us.
It is a trans pass.
Every life has part
By long-lasting impact
On choices and voices,
Our sadness and kindness.
We, who stand by,
We, who stayed behind,
Have our own mind.
We keep photo images as a treasury.
The stories are not from the library.
They are the primary
Reasons that stay for century.
The mind still talks to you.
The heart still looks for you.
The soul knows you are at peace
But we all missed you,
And always will do.
Tomshinsky@2025
Divine: Poem
What I can do
At least one beautiful thing? –
Make someone feel and think,
Not with money and fame
But a story or vision in a frame.
When you think
Very hard,
When you talk
With the heart,
And pray the Almighty God.
I am drawn to kindness
And genuine likeness,
Never ask anything in return.
Let us see compassion
That heals without expectations.
There are many stories - untold
And wait for the talking word.
Deep conversations
Meant for friends’ connections.
The beauty in poetry
Tells the unspoken true story.
Thoughts are clear.
Emotions are raw and real,
And the naked truth is rare
But fair
When you try and care.
Tomshinsky@2025
On Writing: Poem
Stop pulling
Everything that blooming.
Today’s prompt –
Today I will write.
My words sometimes fight
Before I let them aircraft.
Once posted to read,
The poems can lead.
A single word, a catchy phrase
Become a base
For thoughts, emotions,
And outlet of motions –
They do not stay the same.
The change is like the blood
In the vein
In every lane and line.
Of mine.
Every word grows through the mud
And desires to bloom,
From a bud
And the spring flood.
Tomshinsky@2025
Happiness
I.
Happiness is homemade.
Happiness is seeing a bee
On a flower you planted.
Happiness is you and me
Holding hands cause
That sets you free.
II.
Happiness in the wildness
Speaks through animals
And the cool summer breeze.
Happiness whispers
And sometimes embraces
Me and you
On a nice sunny day, sky blue.
III.
Happiness belongs
To the souls.
Even the many words
And reading books
When happiness becomes
Your dome and home.
In the world of noise
Every poem speaks to raise
To be the loudest.
IV.
Hug the tress.
Clean the seas.
Do not forget
To save the bees!
Please, please,
No regrets,
As personal happiness
Depends on you and me
And the harmony to be.
V.
Grief may never end
But hope expands
Into a second chance
Like an unexpected friend.
Tomshinsky@2025
