Poems – Page 2 – Wolverine Lily

Meant to Bloom

I was meant to bloom—
unfurl, sing, and shine, not
be tended or trimmed, not
molded for duty and possession.

I was meant to bloom, not
decorate an entropic cave, not
drizzle in vain someone’s emptiness
with the sweetness of my effervescent petals—
infusing their spoiled, sour strands.

Even in the drought,
I drank rainbows through my veins.
My tendrils breathed warmth into soil,
while the sky hid behind clumped clouds.
I stretched toward muffled sunlight.

I was meant to bloom.

And then it rained, not
to nourish or cleanse.
Poured.
Unstoppable—
the ground swelled,
my petals sagged,
roots dislodged,
my garden drenched to swamp.

Yet I stand, sturdy but hollow.
They nest in my shade,
leech my youth,
and — call it love.

Slowly,
quietly,
I sink.

Still—

Dreaming of butterflies,
even a wilt can reach the sun.
Single ray ignites its desire.

Butterflies will come
And I will bloom…
as I was always meant to.

Author’s Note:
Not everyone who stands tall is thriving.
Not every flower is there for you to pick.
For every time you bloomed in silence, offered too much, or were mistaken…
This one is personal. 🌸

Insatiable

Cage me with your limbs,
Nourish the flames of our desire.
Let me hold you so close—
Feel you—
Melt to mist in our seamless embrace.

Our breaths entwine,
Drenched in the sultry steam,
Until your body nourishes mine,
Subdue my scorching thirst for you—

Insatiable—

And release my spirit,
Like the heat shimmer rising from the sand,
Ascending beyond ethereal heights.
I surrender…

And when we fall back to earth,
Together—whole and bound,
As one.
Indivisible.

Author’s Note:
This piece may look familiar, but like passion itself, poetry evolves. I removed the unrefined version a while ago because it felt unfinished, incomplete. I let it fully breathe, then reshaped it—until it became what it was always meant to be. This is the latest version, more final. Though still… insatiable. 🙂

Incongruous

“This is wrong!” they shout.
“Don’t do it!”

I don’t want to think what’s right—
what’s right anymore?

I’ve been doing all the right things:
behaved right,
got the right degree,
married the right guy…

Still, I ended up in the wrong place—
or the wrong end
of the right place,
at most.

A precise blueprint,
yet wayward—
disarrayed,
veering off the ideal design.

I’m incomplete. Misaligned.

Isn’t that right?
For me—it’s wrong.

Why is it wrong?
I did all the right things?

Why then, amidst all these rights,
do I feel misplaced—
a lucky penny lost in a dry desert,
gleaming in the sun,
yet inconspicuous in the sand—
Blindly chasing paths
marked right or wrong.

Incongruous.

Why is it wrong,
doing what feels right?

I’m tempted to do what’s wrong—
forbidden,
There’s a thrill in rebellion,
a treasure awaiting discovery in the shadows.

But what if it’s not wrong?
And perhaps even right—
right for me.

So, if I do wrong things,
maybe at least
I’ll finally feel right.

Let’s do more wrong,
but do it right!

A New Year’s Spark

New beginning calls,
Dreams awaken, hearts ignite,
Will this spark yet flare?

Author’s Note:
As the New Year unfolds, a wave of fresh inspiration has washed over me, imprinting new ideas. This is my very first attempt at writing a Haiku (though I’m not sure I like it), and it feels like a way to capture my hopes and plans for a new beginning. I wish this spark will illuminate the dark path ahead of me in 2025.

Wishing you all a Happy New Year!

Lighthouse of Childhood Dreams

Dreams, my child, are treasures deep,
Cradled in your heart where they safely sleep.
While coins and jewels swell with rust,
Your dreams are the riches that defy all dust.

On a tree of wishes, tags swing high,
Soft tears whispered to the everlasting divine sky.
Gold may glitter, diamonds may gleam,
But nobody can ever steal a sweet childhood dream!

Health is wealth, the wise declare,
Yet, dreams have wings beyond compare.
So dream your dreams, chase them far,
A priceless gift—a magical shooting star.

Your dreams are fires that never die,
A beaming lighthouse—guiding you through the night.
So dream big, dear child, the world is wide,
Open your heart, let your dreams soar with pride.

The Mirror of Trust

I stare into the mirror.
I see myself—those worried eyes I know so well.
“What do you fear?” I ask.
“I’m afraid to take this step,” she replies.
“Don’t. I’ll be with you holding your hand.”

She doesn’t trust me but begins to climb.
Step by slow step.
I watch her go up beyond my reach.
My legs tremble.
My heart pounds in my ears.
She reaches the highest highs,
I can barely see her.

“I’m scared,” she screams as she looks down.
“How will I get down?”
“Jump,” I encourage her.
“Impossible! I will die!”
“You won’t. I will catch you,” I assure.

She hesitates.
“I can’t! I’m terrified!” she cries.
“Just trust me,” I whisper.
“If you fall, I’ll fall… with you.”

Her quivering feet slide to the edge,
I catch my breath,
She plunges into the unknown.
First, like a rock tossed in the wind,
Then she unfolds her arms—
Delicate wings, unsure they will hold her,
Yet she spreads them wide in growing confidence,
As feathers grow from her skin.

I hint a smile and behold her glide,
A bird soaring on a gale.
I extend my arms into the air.
“What if I can’t do this?” I doubt myself.
Terror embraces me from behind.
“If you fail, I fail too,”
Her mutter echoes in my heart.

She lands within me,
I ripple like a drop cascading into a lake,
Peacefully blending into placid waters.

Was it her or me?
Who truly made it?

I stare into the mirror.
I see myself—those worried eyes I know so well.
“What do you fear?” she asks.
“I’m scared to take this step.”
“Don’t. I’ll be with you holding your hand,” she replies.

I climb with trembling legs.
She will catch me, she’ll find a way—
As I once did.
I’ll find my wings…
Just as she once found hers.

Little Chalky Feet

Her little feet with chalky dust,
Growing up too fast to last!
Sidewalk art with siblings’ cheer,
A special time my heart holds dear.

Amid each day’s relentless race,
These tiny toes print love I chase,
And memories carved to last forever,
Of joyful days we laughed together.

Author’s Note:
Some moments are just too precious to let fade, right? My youngest daughter’s chalky feet—capturing the fun and colors of a sunny afternoon in the park (before she turned 4.) I stumbled upon this photo and couldn’t let it go. It inspired this short poem and now lives here, safe and treasured. 🙂

Constellation of Unspoken Promises

A dreamy glimpse of you,
and the whole Universe disappears.
Irresistibly captivated;
I venture into the cosmos of your glowing eyes—
The only two stars left in the vast multiverse,
so dazzling;
so bright.

I dive into their stellar space…
Eclipsed in the moment,
I surrender to your orbit,
Lost,
like a silent asteroid in an endless cosmic sea.

Tangled in the gravity of your embrace,
Time slows,
a mystical clock suspends its hands.
Only a breath divides us.
I gravitate toward you,
like stardust drawn to light.
The magnetism of your heart
pulls me near—so near
my pounding heartbeat dances with yours,
a cosmic rhythm—
Two souls meeting the unknown.

Yet, you bring me closer,
and our breaths melt into one.

In the heat of supernova passion,
my eyes close;
like clouds veiling the sun,
awaiting the magic astral tick…
Our lips collide;
like two meteors in a vast galaxy,
Painting a new constellation of unspoken promises.

Evanescent Breath of Time

Amidst the warmth of a golden day,
Reality alighted on my shoulders.
Its big eyes pierced through mine,
Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;

Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat.
I sat on my paddleboard,
Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby.
I drifted…
Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…

I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes,
Feathering the crests of waves.
All calm as it was blue;
Infinite, linear, and placid.

In this evanescent flash,
Time stretched for breaths,
In slow, harmonic sways,
While birds above
Soared as freely as my thoughts.

I surrendered my worries,
Opening the door to joy and gratitude,
Their bold entrance filling my heart
With peace and serenity.

I spread my fragile, ethereal wings
And released my spirit to rise high,
Beyond enchanted realms,
Surpassing all earthly bliss.
Just for a moment…
For this is short-lived contentment.

In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper
Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.

Like a brief summer breeze,
Life passes swiftly;
Our precious time is fleeting
— a spark in the shadow of eternity.

Soon, we’ll drown
In the endless night of forever-darkness.
Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon,
We’ll become a hollow thud—
A forgotten echo in numbed stillness.
Every memory of us disintegrating,
Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.

Stirs in the Cauldron of Twilight

In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire,
Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars.
I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder,
And he envelops me gently with his radiance,
Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.

I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight,
Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam,
Every string of steam—a spiral of hope,
For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.

Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames,
I fervently invoke the celestial light.
Could I cast a spell to attract your affection?
No…
I can’t…
I won’t bewitch your heart…
I loathe cursed adoration.
I shun false and deceptive masquerades.

Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits,
Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion,
Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness.
At night, when darkness closes my eyes,
His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.

Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity,
I tower tall, siding with purest honesty,
Inviting blooming, genuine love.
I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave,
And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.

I nurture a single seed of hope that
One day, a flicker of your attention
Will find its way to me
And ignite sincere feelings for me.

Why is love so elusive?
Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer?
Their tender whispers enchant me,
Soothing my heart as I wait for you.
For I cannot erase you from my mind.