Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Nature Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Uncategorized, Woman's Poetry

Poem: So They May See It


I have found a way

to cloud my tears

and yet exist

in the unpleasantness

of this decade,

while wagging tongues

wade the distant rivers

waging wars of rhetoric.

I shall only hear

the sound of nature’s voice,

reciting the eternal pages

of her boundless poetry.

Were it a blue reaching sky,

a crimson glow across the horizon,

or the flight of a distant dove,

it does not matter.

My heart whispers

in soaring, rhythmic phrases

that traipse across this gentle landscape

rhyme rolling off of the tongue

like nectar dripping from honeysuckle

its slow descent

intensifies the pleasure,

but still, what have I wrought from this –

unending bliss in a world of my own making?

For what makes me complete

what makes me whole…

is the heart with which beats beneath my breast.

No matter the pain, the hidden scars, the tears wept,

I must listen with good intent

for hidden behind the recesses of this existence,

beauty has gently laid her head

between the sleeping forms

of those who need compassion.

Were I to find it there, I would be blessed

but ever so much more, should I open their eyes

so they can see it.


© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

You Never Lose Your Luster, a poem

If there is anything I could ever hope to tell you, it would be,

“Don’t doubt your value.  Be certain of it.”  Sumyanna



You Never Lose Your Luster


Let love

be whispers

set adrift

upon the wind.

I see you

I see you

and you are not


Let not

the chatter

of darkness fall

upon your ears,

nor let the years

of torment

wring deep

within your bones.

You –

yes, you

were meant

for more than this.

Your birth

upon this earth

a blessing, to be told

no matter if

the words were spoken.

Some truths

need not be uttered

to be sincere.

And those,

upon whom the task

to grow and mold befell –


in their ability

to see the beauty in you

but do you blame

the failure to see

on the view?

No matter

how worn

the jewels of yesteryear

have become,

they never lose

their luster

and the only lesson

that I have learned

is pity for those

who refused

to open their eyes.


© Sumyanna 2018


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Posted in Free Verse Poetry, Poems for Writers, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems, Woman's Poetry

Covered in Dust, a poem


I may be words

stuffed away in an attic,

covered in dust,

but the ink

has bled its lines

upon the page

and they cannot

be undone.

They are the

souls searching

for itself,

the stillness

requesting to be sung,

they are the heartbeat

and the soul

of every

uttered breath.

They meant something

they meant something

they meant something

to me –

to have filled

these passing moments

taking space

within my brain

and scratching

at my senses.

They would not

let me

refuse to speak.

At moments,

I have watched

the unfurled petals

of spring’s bounty

creep forth

against the passing of time.

I have detailed her edges,

witnessed her beauty,

and ached to paint

her longing reach.

At moments,

I have witnessed

injustice –

seen words spat

across centuries

men bent over

hobbled beneath

the expectations of their skin.

He tries to run,

but we have

lacerated his limbs

and when he speaks –

we blame his tongue,

so I shall add my voice

to the voices calling out

begging for change.

It matters not,

that my pages

shall never curl

with overuse

nor that the dust

may seek

to squander my words.

I speak

so that I may silence

the nagging urge

to empty

my soul’s contents

to see, to feel, to witness

life’s passing

and to revel in its meaning,

to leave my heart,

to leave…

my heart,

for anyone in passing,

that needed the song



© Sumyanna 2017

Posted in Enjoying the Simple Things, inspirational, On Life, Thinking Out Loud

Learning to Find Value Within

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Look outside yourself at the beauty that surrounds you, but never look outside of yourself for confirmation of your own value.  At caterpillar does no look at itself and find itself lacking because it cannot fly.  It lives and breathes its own kind of beauty – stretching forth and existing as only it can.  A butterfly does not look at a caterpillar and find itself lacking because it cannot crawl upon the ground.  They cannot be compared, nor can their own individual beauty be ignored by open eye.

I have found more value – in the silence and I have learned to find value within my own heart, for I know I am willing to see more than most are willing to admit.  It is okay to be different – to be fueled by dreams and to love every waking moment, even when things are not easy.  It is okay that despite the despair and shouting that surrounds me, I choose to find ways to celebrate what is good and upright.  I will not apologize for being me – for how else can you see me fly if I am not willing to show my wings?

(c) Sumyanna 2016

Posted in Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Thoughtful Poems

And I Ran, a poem

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I had a dream

that I was running.

I had finally

set myself free.

The wind fluttered

beneath my shaky wings

and I ran

and I ran

and I ran

trying to find

my way home.

I caressed the grasses

growing on the prairie,

I touched the quivering branches

hanging beneath the trees

I touched the sky

I raced the sun

and I ran

and I ran

and I ran

toward my

many-colored dreams.

Hands outstretched,

wind beneath my shaky wings

I ran

and I ran

and I ran

trying to find

the beauty

that I know

resides in me.


© Sumyanna 2016


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