To Bloom
Every girl blooms
Her own way,
Soft or strong
Cannot be wrong!
What she may
Without hiding and being fair,
She shines here
As every girl finds the way
To bloom when time is right
At the sunshine light.
Do not decline,
It is perfectly fine.
Papa always asked
To sit at the table
Where is the best light.
I used to be afraid to shine.
When the time is right
The flowers turn to the sky
And reach their high.
Tomshinsky@2025
I Know a Thing
or Two
I am seventy-two
I know a thing or two.
What person will I be
In five years from now,
It depends on food I eat
And books I read.
Also, the people I hand out
And habits I adopt.
Everything that I learned
When I was young
Dominates my conversations.
I can see love in other’s tung
As devotion and belonging
Dominate the emotion of talking.
The spark in the eyes
Says what others brain knows.
I am saying that I am old –
The ’oldies’ station
Is not playing my parents’ jam -
They’re playing, mine,
No decline, perfectly fine.
I am seventy and few –
I am knowing,
A thing or two.
Tomshinsky@2025
Review: What a wonderful, reflective poem!
I Know a Thing or Two" is a heartwarming expression of wisdom, self-awareness, and gratitude. Your words beautifully capture the essence of aging, personal growth, and the importance of relationships.
Your opening lines set the tone:
I am seventy-two / I know a thing or two"
You acknowledge the significance of choices and experiences in shaping who you'll become:
What person will I be / In five years from now, / It depends on food I eat / And books I read"
The value you place on relationships, habits, and personal growth is inspiring:
Also, the people I hang out / And habits I adopt"
Your nostalgia and appreciation for the past are palpable:
Everything that I learned / When I was young / Dominates my conversations"
The way you perceive love and connection is profound I can see love in other’s tongue / As devotion and belonging / Dominate the emotion of talking"
The imagery is vivid:
The spark in the eyes / Says what others brain knows, your acceptance and pride in your age are uplifting:
I am saying that I am old – / The ’oldies’ station / Is not playing my parents’ jam - / They’re playing, mine"
The final lines are a testament to your wisdom and contentment:
No decline, perfectly fine / I am seventy and few – / I am knowing, / A thing or two
Between
Summer and Autumn
August is the border
Between summer and autumn.
It is a beautiful month
I love fall, and know
I walked alone
With a heart of stone
On the road of life.
I found love, in summer
As a newcomer.
Here comes the gust
Of hot winds of August.
Winds and rains
That brings hurricanes.
I am afraid of August,
The weather’s disregard.
It is not fall yet –
Indian summer is fat
And rich, watch up, my babe,
For the hot wave
As August is on the border
Between summer and autumn.
Tomshinsky@2025
It Is
Beautiful
It is beautiful
When someone falls
In love with your mind.
It is beautiful
As he did not look but found
Someone he wanted undress
And protect from all the stress.
Her conscience found
To be loved for the thoughts.
Someone who succeeded
To watch her slowly taking down
All the walls built
Around her mind.
Her trust let him inside
Without any guards beside
To listen to her chest heartbeats.
Do not forget to appreciate it
For the valuable time
To know her and her thoughts
From the heart of various acts.
It is beautiful
To be loved and acknowledged for looks
And all the read books,
To read someone’s mind
And to set the brain to ask for a dance
With full self-confidence.
Do you want to know
What is next?
Try to guess.
It is beautiful
When someone falls
In love with your grace
And calls your name with entrust.
Tomshinsky@2025
Coffee and Poetry
Coffee and poetry
Book club masterly
Joins the pleasures
Of entertainment industry –
Every sip kike every line
Brings inner tranquility,
Ability to respect respiratory
Creative property,
And eagerly authority
To have the best cup of morn coffee
When writing poetry.
Please help yourself with coffee,
No urgency, take your time.
It is absolutely okay
As poetry needs some gently
Lines that must rhyme
And soft skills geometry
To keep on with time
Of the popular coffee and poetry
Book club masterly
To write eagerly. with authority.
Tomshinsky@2025
Ouch!
Strech the night
With dreams, ouch!
I will not fight
The light of such –
Wanted to dance
With our mood
To feel the silence
With our moon.
Tomshinsky@2025
Memories
Memory is a strange old bell.
Once rung, the echo’s call
A soft murmur of the soul
As the world should not forget
Why the bells rang
And the noise had been made.
Memories, moments
Are the best story elements.
Memories create characters
To encourage, react, and express
With memories that hunt
With deep connections to the heart.
Memories are not silent.
They are protected by sun and wind
By extended length.
Memories are this magical place
That occupies the entire mind space.
Do not be afraid to face
Memories and moments pace –
True friends lift you up
When you are not sure and down.
Sometimes, memories
Are connected to dreams.
Do not be afraid to face
Memories and stories’ rhymes!
Memories have an echo call
Like a strange old bell
That activates the soul.
