Souls' Talk: Poem

 Souls’ Talk: Poem

I want to rub my soul

Up against yours

And watch the love makes us.

We water the plants.

Why not wet the soul?

I want to watch

The soul makes a touch

And the shy love growth.

I want to see

Your soul rubs

And make up

Against me.

I want to see 

You are satisfied.

You cannot beat

The sweet memories

You gave me.

One girl, one boy –

Some nights, some joy.

It could be us as very well

When lovers dwell.

Come to me

And rub my soul

Against us

At the silence of the night.

I promise not to fight

My soul against yours.

Give me the sweetness

Now, there is no witness.

Tomshinsky@2025

Labyrinth: Poem

 

Labyrinth

Now and then, one may feel

Like rats in a maze that dwells.

There are tall walls

Around to call

Leading you around corners,

Through pass walks and doorways

For the right direction to pathway.

Instead, you wander aimlessly.

Stop, and ask for help, hopefully.

Perhaps you noticed

If you have a different approach –

Look up, look up –

There are birds on the top

Of the tall walls, willing to help

And advise based

On their lofty perspective.

Always look around,

Nearby, nearby.

Be respectful, and resourceful.

Set your goals high

Do not get lost in the labyrinth!

Tomshinsky@2025

Personification: Poem

  

Personification: Poem

I.

Once, a young stream

Had asked the old river

A question of personal extreme:

How to reach

The running sea? –

The river said, it is not easy

For a tiny human body.

It takes a thorny way

To complete the journey,

To stay on course

With a personal compass

As liquids flow freely

Inside and through us

 To pass.

II.

Life’s first form

As a single cell

Observed the oxygen

Excreted the carbon waist

From metabolism and salty tears

Back into Earth’s waters.

It is a lifecycle’s pathway accessibility

That runs with wise suitability.

The sweat, the blood, and happy swimmers

Make up my body of water and liquids.

Every river becomes an ocean

As my tiny body grows

By letting go

Tears as salty as ocean.

III.

The body’s river

Has an old-aged mirror

Leading to the Earth’s water.

Through time, the link becomes

A blue sea too.

Batman: Poem

 

Batman

Always walk like you are

Made of magic,

Because you are.

If you believe

In Batman’s power,

You believe in magic –

Tricks and stunts,

And even witchcrafts.

If you are magic,

And energetic,

You must believe in

Authority, and the strong self,

Abilities and expressions.

Batman as a superman

Has heroic capabilities

To stand for suffering

Of great injustice.

Batman spent his entire existence

To fight inequality, bias,

And unlimited vengeance.

Other times,

Batman smiles

And cools the system of human hearts.

He sparks the system of eyes,

Lights the system of delighted faces,

And relaxing system of minds.

Batman activates the human systems

With smile,

Every flying mile.

If you believe in superpowers,

You believed in witchcraft,

Magic, and wizards.

Tomshinsky@2025

Choice or Chance: Poem

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Choice or Chance: Poem

Chance or Choice: PoePeople say

People say

There is always

A reason.

We do not meet people

By accident.

It could be a blessing

Or a lesson.

There are two things

When we wake up –

A chance

Or a choice

That follow us until the dark.

It is not a race,

Please do it with grace.

Open your eyes and face.

Willingness without action,

People say it is a fantasy.

Every chemical reaction

Has a fraction

Of destruction.

People say it is an attraction

When we wake up

And have choices

And chances

That follow us until the dark.

The hourglasses tell us to choose

Interaction and satisfaction –

Stop talking and wake up.

It is the time to face

The chances by choice

Every day, every day

To walk the simple way.

Hey, hey,

When you stick with clay,

Pray, pray,

And do not look away.

Tomshinsky@2025