I stirred from slumber, a whisper of vitality coursing through my veins—a familiar drive, an echo from a past I had once danced with, then let slip away into the recesses of memory. It was as if the very essence of my being had been rekindled by a flame that had never truly extinguished, merely dimmed beneath the ashes of routine and time. This strong desire was enigmatic, a riddle wrapped in the enigma of my own soul, its origins as elusive as the source of a river that has traveled far from its mountain spring. It was a yearning … Continue reading Each Individual As A Unique And Irreplaceable Masterpiece.

In the heart of verdant whispers, where the great rivers flow,Dwells the soul of the forest, in the children’s eyes, it glows.With feet bare upon the earth, their laughter rings in tune,To the parrot’s vibrant chorus, ‘neath the watchful Amazon moon. Tiny hands, like leaves, reach out, to the sky so vast and blue,Grasping dreams of peace and harmony, in the morning’s dew.They dance with the spirits of the trees, in a silent, sacred ballet,Wearing crowns of orchids wild, in the break of day. Beaded bracelets jingle softly, anklets sing of ancient lore,Each step a story of the land, each … Continue reading To Little Eyes of the Forest

In poetry, when I come to drink from you, I have been deprived of myself. Here I say goodbye to my sorrows. Here, I come to the words to see you. And know that if you cannot endure and through distances to die of love, I will have died together as well, for Love is still surrendered to its inevitable destinies. Mine for the moment is to suffer from immensities for what you have brought me and live on the emptiness that is left when you are gone. The world faded because we got too colorful …💗❤️💚💛💙💜 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Colorful

It matters that someone turns off the lamp, that someone listens to the repeated tale, washes the dishes, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly.It matters that help is acknowledged, credit is given, goodnight is said, and the counter wiped clean.It matters that someone waits at the yellow, tips the waiter, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences.That someone steps up, takes a stand, chooses the smaller portion, teaches a child.That someone tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, guides the lost, reaches for the lonely. It all matters. Don’t search for meaning. Don’t overthink. I am here to tell … Continue reading It all matters …

I am very poetic todayI am very poetic everydayI am dying, slowly walking towards an end declinedSettled as a given despite decliningI am a poem and today’s lines—what are they?They are nothing, seeds on the windSettling who knows whereIn some divine lapOr some entropy ditchWho knows—you know—I knowNone know …🌻 ©️ Beatriz Esmer Continue reading Poetic

They are the sunbeams that pierce through the clouds, warming your soul on even the coldest days. Their laughter dances like wind chimes in the breeze, a melody that lingers long after it fades. People who make you laugh are the magicians of existence. With a mere word or gesture, they conjure joy from thin air, turning mundane moments into sparkling gems. Their humor is a bridge that spans across hearts, connecting us in shared mirth. People who help you when you’re in need are the life rafts in the tempest. When the waves threaten to engulf you, they extend … Continue reading Surround yourself with people who make you happy!

Love is the prayer carried in birdsong, the hush of feathers against the morning light. It dwells in the heart like a collection of folded blessings, each one a tender bond of grace. In moments of stillness, love becomes a guide, navigating silence and sorrow, stitching together forgotten dreams. It balances opposites—fire and water, shadow and light—offering harmony where sadness lingers. An artisan of hope, love builds bridges of forgiveness and paints vulnerability into the garden of the heart. It moves between glances, between quiet, stolen moments, planting seeds of renewal. Love remembers, reminding us that belonging is stitched into … Continue reading Artisan

They say love makes the world spin round, but I tell you, it’s not the dizzying whirl of infatuation that keeps the stars aligned. You can want someone, dear, with a fire that consumes you from the inside out. You can want them until your very soul feels raw, exposed to the elements of desire. That kind of longing—it’s like water electrified by a live wire, a frenzied dance of molecules, chaotic and unrestrained. It can transform you into the hand that grips that wire, feeling the surge of energy, mistaking it for destiny. But that doesn’t mean it’s right. … Continue reading The Myth of Electric Love

I tore the treatises and theses, the philosophies.I erased the novels, stories and other poems.I quit the affairs, the datings, my bohemias.I forgot the rosary, the temple, and what the priest said.I ripped memos and letters where I worked.I let go of memories and pains that choked me.I forgot the thorns on my right foot.I left my beliefs and prayers and any sympathy.I faced my vices and fears that my shadow wanted.I left the cage, the chain, the arrests.I threw away words, the books, my boundaries that I brought.I closed my eyes,And there I saw SoulWith everything it carried.I knew … Continue reading Abandon…

At 2:54 a.m., let me craft verses that strip away the veils of the mundane, words that stand unadorned, unashamed in their truth, barer than the flesh that whispers secrets in the dark. Let these syllables be the architects of strength, fortifying the spirit beyond the steadfastness of bone, weaving resilience into the fabric of our being, more enduring than the sinew that binds us. Let my prose touch you with the delicacy of a lover’s caress, with a sensitivity that trembles at the brush of nerve against the world’s canvas, painting emotions in hues so vivid, they leave the … Continue reading Prose about the beauty of words