ARTISTRY POETRY
When I started to learn how to create art, it became a light into my soul that could shed all my emotions onto the picture plane itself. Each artwork became a moment in time of which I was baring my whole inner self, thoughts and feelings and of course leaving nothing behind. It has become my journal and now my way to recapture the beauty of peace from a busy schedule. So I decided to write a book of all my paintings, but a book that encompasses the little "chapters" of my life followed with a poem that gives meaning to the artwork. That is how Artistry Poetry began. Enjoy, be inspired and maybe write a poem yourself!
Take care,
Amanda Morie
Take care,
Amanda Morie
You and Me
It’s in one of those moments when you look over at him, to see only his eyes and how they smile back at you. The sun shows their detailed beautiful richness of honey color that drips sweetness and purity into your life. It makes you appreciate the love that you have sitting next here to you and to finally let your tear sweep down your face. This is a tear of happiness, a tear that means more then the word “love”, a tear that will come rolling back for many years to come. As you feel it reaching your cheek he gently rubs it away and pulls your face to share the emotion in his. And you read his tears like every syllable in every word in every line and to finally connect it to yours. This is our story, our unspoken love and the happiness that we share.
Happiness
Life is once
and it is up to me to decide what to do with my life
what path do I want to take
and how I want and envision my life to be like.
Every single reason that would be considered unhappiness
I would look at as a chance to lead me to happiness.
Every ounce of fear I embodied for
something new
something scary
I turned into something
exciting and thrilling.
I choose to smile with happiness for everything in my life
because I created it to be that way.
I choose to be alive.
Im glad to be alive and I dont need another
reason to be happy because knowing that
Im still breathing
at this moment,
living my life,
is more then enough to be happy.
Happiness is
something that we decide ourselves.
There are a lot of reasons to be unhappy
but we choose to be happy because it makes us
feel
ALIVE.
and it is up to me to decide what to do with my life
what path do I want to take
and how I want and envision my life to be like.
Every single reason that would be considered unhappiness
I would look at as a chance to lead me to happiness.
Every ounce of fear I embodied for
something new
something scary
I turned into something
exciting and thrilling.
I choose to smile with happiness for everything in my life
because I created it to be that way.
I choose to be alive.
Im glad to be alive and I dont need another
reason to be happy because knowing that
Im still breathing
at this moment,
living my life,
is more then enough to be happy.
Happiness is
something that we decide ourselves.
There are a lot of reasons to be unhappy
but we choose to be happy because it makes us
feel
ALIVE.
Fleeting Melody
You can try for the rest of your life
to try and recreate what you heard
and never get close or never get it
just quite right
that real beauty
fleeting
you held it for a brief moment and it went as
soon as it came
the only thing left
is your personal memory
and its effect on your actions in other words
that beautiful memory is
l o s t
to the world forever
only through your actions or words
will it be
remembered
to try and recreate what you heard
and never get close or never get it
just quite right
that real beauty
fleeting
you held it for a brief moment and it went as
soon as it came
the only thing left
is your personal memory
and its effect on your actions in other words
that beautiful memory is
l o s t
to the world forever
only through your actions or words
will it be
remembered
Secrets Under Your Pillow
There is a rose outside your window,
and there lies secrets under your pillow.
Forget about the storm coming,
it is only heartache and pain
about to come pouring in.
Don’t worry about letting anyone down,
you are the one that needs the hand
to lift you up.
And when the hardest part is over,
you will feel the beat in your heart
and your breathe will come seeping back into your soul.
This is when your dreams will break the strength
of your fears,
unbinding the constricts of your inner core,
to open your mind
to say the words of
your beauty
and worth
that you encompass.
and there lies secrets under your pillow.
Forget about the storm coming,
it is only heartache and pain
about to come pouring in.
Don’t worry about letting anyone down,
you are the one that needs the hand
to lift you up.
And when the hardest part is over,
you will feel the beat in your heart
and your breathe will come seeping back into your soul.
This is when your dreams will break the strength
of your fears,
unbinding the constricts of your inner core,
to open your mind
to say the words of
your beauty
and worth
that you encompass.
Hide and Run
This emptiness has become my consciousness
I lay awake
But I want to believe that I am dreaming
I missed your goodbye
I missed you packing
Nothing makes sense to me
I can’t see how this is good
When you hide and run
I can’t shake this feeling
I am so numb
I lay awake
But I want to believe that I am dreaming
I missed your goodbye
I missed you packing
Nothing makes sense to me
I can’t see how this is good
When you hide and run
I can’t shake this feeling
I am so numb
Rewrite Me
Fold the corner,
turn it over.
Fold the bottom
to twice its side,
and kiss the middle to leave your mark,
because for me this is the best part.
Fold it again into my better half.
Wrap a ribbon around it,
have a good laugh,
and tie a bow
that would say hello!
But please,
take a moment and
think
before placing it in the box,
Would you rewrite me?
turn it over.
Fold the bottom
to twice its side,
and kiss the middle to leave your mark,
because for me this is the best part.
Fold it again into my better half.
Wrap a ribbon around it,
have a good laugh,
and tie a bow
that would say hello!
But please,
take a moment and
think
before placing it in the box,
Would you rewrite me?
Seashore Interlude
Peel away all your burdens,
throw them on to the beach.
Dive into the ocean,
far out of reach...
throw them on to the beach.
Dive into the ocean,
far out of reach...
Unsoiled.
The reflection of the sky
sits gracefully on the water
while the clouds rumble with
the heavy plumpness of rain.
Drop by drop the cool scent
of the rain
offers the day
A clean new beginning.
sits gracefully on the water
while the clouds rumble with
the heavy plumpness of rain.
Drop by drop the cool scent
of the rain
offers the day
A clean new beginning.
Solo.
As I hear the first note played by the deep brass section,
my soul allows me to only surrender my being to the
beautiful melody
that starts to quietly play in the woodwind section.
It is then when I start to remember the:
rhythm of the beat running from my head to the tapping in my toes;
rush of my unconsciousness as it commands my fingers to play note after note;
silence of the conductor’s wand in the air;
vibrancy of the connection between players;
pounding of the heart after the music finishes;
and the calminess of my hands before I begin my solos.
That’s when I am on the edge of my seat
with my eyes closed and
my heart open to the music that
I am sharing with the audience before me.
I open my eyes,
to only remember,
as I lean back
into my seat
waiting desperately
for the next song to begin…
my soul allows me to only surrender my being to the
beautiful melody
that starts to quietly play in the woodwind section.
It is then when I start to remember the:
rhythm of the beat running from my head to the tapping in my toes;
rush of my unconsciousness as it commands my fingers to play note after note;
silence of the conductor’s wand in the air;
vibrancy of the connection between players;
pounding of the heart after the music finishes;
and the calminess of my hands before I begin my solos.
That’s when I am on the edge of my seat
with my eyes closed and
my heart open to the music that
I am sharing with the audience before me.
I open my eyes,
to only remember,
as I lean back
into my seat
waiting desperately
for the next song to begin…
Urgency to Fly.
The moment is not about peacefulness,
it is not about feeling the urgency to fly,
or finding the answers in the sky.
It is love that offers it's hand
that stretches across this land,
into the hearts of all people
and is written into the sands.
This is the moment to look into his eyes
and tell him that you want nothing
but to be by his side;
for his love is what completes your happiness
and erodes away all your sadness.
it is not about feeling the urgency to fly,
or finding the answers in the sky.
It is love that offers it's hand
that stretches across this land,
into the hearts of all people
and is written into the sands.
This is the moment to look into his eyes
and tell him that you want nothing
but to be by his side;
for his love is what completes your happiness
and erodes away all your sadness.
Purple Revolution.
The lifeguard hut smelled of the beautiful sea that it was overlooking.
The sunrise was peaking out of the night clouds
and his eyes
reflected
the brilliant purple and pink hues
that shone with
greatness
onto the still waters.
The look in his eyes showed me
perfection,
not only of him,
but of everything around me-
from the happy chirps of birds in the distance
to the sparkly water tickling my feet with a morning hello.
How could I hold it all in?
How could I hold my imperfections
for this long
until he finally knew the
only emotion left for me-
disappointment?
I was far more disappointed,
I was
ashamed
and sad
that I couldn't hold his eyes with mine
because I was afraid of the words they would tell me.
So I sat there hollow next to him,
for hours until he took my hand and
pulled me to the beach
where we began our descent home.
It was only then that
I knew
that he forgave me...
The sunrise was peaking out of the night clouds
and his eyes
reflected
the brilliant purple and pink hues
that shone with
greatness
onto the still waters.
The look in his eyes showed me
perfection,
not only of him,
but of everything around me-
from the happy chirps of birds in the distance
to the sparkly water tickling my feet with a morning hello.
How could I hold it all in?
How could I hold my imperfections
for this long
until he finally knew the
only emotion left for me-
disappointment?
I was far more disappointed,
I was
ashamed
and sad
that I couldn't hold his eyes with mine
because I was afraid of the words they would tell me.
So I sat there hollow next to him,
for hours until he took my hand and
pulled me to the beach
where we began our descent home.
It was only then that
I knew
that he forgave me...
Cobblestone Glint.
The warm air lingers on my skin as I
carefully
walk my way through the cobblestone roads.
Each stone shows its
character
as the sun slowly sets down over the puebula.
Red and orange hues
holds the stones secrets
as the soft yellow light glints at the
tiny details
hidden on the surface.
What is it that keeps these streets so magical?
Is it the beauty in the smiles of the people strolling by?
Or is it the distinct scent of bugambilias swaying whimiscally in the air?
The warm air lingers on my skin as a blanket of
comfort
as I walk into the
softness
of the night...
carefully
walk my way through the cobblestone roads.
Each stone shows its
character
as the sun slowly sets down over the puebula.
Red and orange hues
holds the stones secrets
as the soft yellow light glints at the
tiny details
hidden on the surface.
What is it that keeps these streets so magical?
Is it the beauty in the smiles of the people strolling by?
Or is it the distinct scent of bugambilias swaying whimiscally in the air?
The warm air lingers on my skin as a blanket of
comfort
as I walk into the
softness
of the night...
Church bell.
They left
without
any indication of where they were going.
Why didn't they leave a
note or call
to let me know?
I am stranded here in my
fitted silk pink dress,
my makeup poised
and my smile ready for greetings.
My heart tells me to stay
for the chance that
maybe
they didn't forget about me.
My mind on the other hand is
pounding to the
triumphant
ringing of the church bells.
Ding DONG.
Ding DONG.
My satin black shoes lead my step
to the streets where
I aim
to walk no where,
yet some how stay in rhythm of the now distant bells.
My mind is
dizzy
in the thought of where they could be...
How could they leave without no indication?
without
any indication of where they were going.
Why didn't they leave a
note or call
to let me know?
I am stranded here in my
fitted silk pink dress,
my makeup poised
and my smile ready for greetings.
My heart tells me to stay
for the chance that
maybe
they didn't forget about me.
My mind on the other hand is
pounding to the
triumphant
ringing of the church bells.
Ding DONG.
Ding DONG.
My satin black shoes lead my step
to the streets where
I aim
to walk no where,
yet some how stay in rhythm of the now distant bells.
My mind is
dizzy
in the thought of where they could be...
How could they leave without no indication?
Spun Half Circle.
Every second people turn to see that they missed their chance.
Everyone has chances;
it is either
black or white-
give or take.
If we miss our
chance
then we give it away to someone else
who may be less deserving than us.
In reality we
wasted
our chance because we
hesitated
to open our eyes for the right moment
to embrace it.
Why are we so scared
to jump
for what we want?
Perhaps we are
stuck
in the circle of our lives,
afraid
to begin a new circle.
So we are left
stained
in the heart
believing
that we are living life full circle
but only enjoying half of what we got.
Open your eyes, you
will
see sunlight...
Everyone has chances;
it is either
black or white-
give or take.
If we miss our
chance
then we give it away to someone else
who may be less deserving than us.
In reality we
wasted
our chance because we
hesitated
to open our eyes for the right moment
to embrace it.
Why are we so scared
to jump
for what we want?
Perhaps we are
stuck
in the circle of our lives,
afraid
to begin a new circle.
So we are left
stained
in the heart
believing
that we are living life full circle
but only enjoying half of what we got.
Open your eyes, you
will
see sunlight...
Tied to the Moment...
The map in our lives are never direct,
they are never easy,
and are always intertwining with the moments of the past, present and future.
Why are we always caught up in these moments?
Why can't we breathe in the moment
and tie our hearts to the beautiful fragrance of life?
With each beautiful moment the rose petal falls,
shedding light on to the beauty of next petal.
Hold on to the rope for the next moment,
for it may slip out of our reach at any time...
