Poetry: Can you hear me?

By Monica C. Voskamp

Can you hear me, she asks.

Eyelids slowly lift up

Intense orbs gaze on you.

Time stands still in this

Intimate exposure of truth.

No words are spoken at all

Just a million and one shades

Of questions and concerns

Of worries and fears

Of love clearly written.

All these bold rippling

Shades of vulnerable blue

Locking eyes with lucky you.

Can you hear me, she asks,

While speaking nothing at all.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕
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Poetry: Illusion of the Eyes

By Monica C. Voskamp

I watch her spin and turn

She glides across the floor

On tiptoe flawlessly.

I watch her fall and rise

The beauty and chaos

Holds me mesmerized.

I watch her dance

Across the stage of life

Her body soulful and sweet

Laughter floats across the floor

Her smile plays on cherry lips

Her eyes send a charming spark.

Yet her spirit bitterly laughs inside

For all is not what is really seems

It is merely an illusion of the eyes.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. 💕

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Poetry: The Contention

By Monica C. Voskamp

You can’t erase

All that pain.

You can’t magically

Replace the hurt.

You can’t undo

Anything that is past.

You can’t.

And that you can’t

Makes you feel


Powerless, the power

You’ve known so well.

You can’t change

All that was done.

You can’t rewind

And recreate.

You can’t

And that is what

Tears your soul

Every day.

You can’t change

Every mistake

You can’t and

This is the battle which

You must contend:

You can’t.

When you realize you can’t,

When you realize this fact

Can be flipped like a coin,

You see the other half

You see the other truth.

You realize you also


Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

*Photo Credit: Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

Poetry: Blackened Heart

By Monica C. Voskamp

Blackened heart

Scorching veins

Smoking rooms

Moving chains.

Confined soul

Losing faith.

Guilty wretch

Of sinfulness.

Drowning soul

On repeat.

This desperate place

So far from home.

No where to run

No where to go.

No one to trust

No allies left.

No one but her

Blackened heart

No one but her

And madness.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤️

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Poetry Story: All She Could See

By Monica C. Voskamp

All she could see was the dark.

Everywhere she looked was masked

With thick oozing blood of black.

Nothing was as she wished it could be.

She pushed hard her hands against 

The thick wall of pitch black dark

Her hands probed but felt nothing

Nothing but heavy air.

Disappointed by not deterred

She forced wide an opening hole

And called out loud just to find

Nothing there but silence bare.

She winced to push her body through

Her self made portal of eerie black.

She tapped the channel of inner pain

Her energy to guide the way.

She felt herself tumble then hurl

Free fall to an unseen realm below.

For years and years all she did was fall

Spiralling in loneliness and sorrow.

Finally she landed on a hard platform

The air was thick with her own pain.

Despair the only oxygen she gulped in

Hopelessness daily fed her veins.

Desperation and bitter fierce screams

She filled the chamber with agony tears.

She whispered a death mercy prayer

Nothing more left to give.

And that’s when her spirit felt,

A strange presence alert her mind,

Don’t give up strong warrior

Hope is still found down here.”
She hung onto that breathe of life

With new energy flushing her veins.

She welcomed it’s warmth to penetrate

Feeling a strength vibrate her hands.

Her fingers unfolded beams of light

Their power crumbling layers of dark.

All she could see for light years ahead

Was her own beautiful stars.

Always hope. Always believe. Always love. ❤

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