Author: Monica St Hillaire

I LOVE WRITING. ESPECIALLY POEMS FOR KIDS. PRACTICING MY HAIKU THAT I ALSO LOVE.BOTH TRADITIONAL AND NON TRADITIONAL.I INTEND TO SHARE MY PASSION ON THIS BLOG. I HOPE TO MAKE ALL ENTERTAINING AS MUCH AS I CAN. JOIN ME IN MY JOURNEY.....

DANCE TO THE BEAT

My heart beats!
A coursing rhythm,
In full view of,
A thousand silhouettes.
Amidst a boisterous ocean,
They hear me.
Heed the sound,
Of continuous repetition,
Even as a timid sun vanishes.
This cycle never ceases,
As some sort of cryptic code,
To never give up.
To persevere,
With all adversaries,
Press on.
Hearkening to a stern inner voice,
I notably find,
There is indeed harmony,
In a raucous pulsation.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

PUSHING THROUGH

Sometimes the journey gets weary,
Rest is imminent,
The reflection pensive...
Like a soldier in hostile combat,
I will persevere.
The mission transparent now more than ever.
I love writing,
I love poetry,
I love being unique,
The race is not always for the swift.
I will reach the finish line!
As for now,
In this intricate relay,
I've only touched the tip of the baton.

💥GIVING UP IS NOT AN OPTION💥

To those here with me in my journey, a sincere THANK
 YOU ❤

FOR THE QUICK…

Faded as an evening rainbow,
In its bland evanescent glory,
Reciprocal to the warm glitz of a sunset.
Vague indeed vast synopsis of such scenery,
But kindred connection of a heart,
That yearns to bear witness of such beauty.
Mode meaningful yet minute,
As a passage of a feathered cloud,
However brief in time,
Never removes a speck of its allure,
Never concedes to an impending shadow,
That blankets the light from dawn.
Only to ingest the elegance of grace,
Interchange among each other.
A thief in the night, perhaps,
Oblivious to a brisk stage,
In this perpetual realm.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

PURE AND TRUE

Happy International Women's Day!!! ❤

POEM ⬇
PURE AND TRUE

Every day
Beauty becomes her
Beckons her
To walk perplexed valley
Or harrowing alley
Here to fulfill her destiny
She is fire on ice
Tender meat to white rice
Her vocal
Direct language clear and concise
She is love
Tapestry inside her
Weaving her
To a steadfast teacher
Broad shouldered councillor
First response surgeon and doctor
Can surely multiply
With positive supply
Let her soar
Caterpillar turned butterfly
She is love
And everyday
As an infinite light
More and more
Beauty becomes her...❤❤❤

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

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FUTURISTIC

PHOTO BY PIXABAY

Imprudent for the realm of peace,
Defiant in this incessant quest,
Rummage and toil.
Honed echo belts out a vibrant peal,
As an ill fated victim of martyrdom,
But one’s orbiting recollection,
Dissolves even deeper.
Rich yet warm halcyon soil a motion away,
Balmy lips can attest.
No light shone brighter,
Than an embedded willpower,
Which would simultaneously resurface,
In union with dawn’s wonderment glare.
A vision to match that of a conceived journey,
Which would commence with a single step.

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2023.

RIFT

PHOTO FROM PIXABAY

Soul fused of fire and ice
Feel its profound wrath blaze
Shadowing the glacial ground
Its mediocre close knit stare
No match for brisk ascending mist
Embers die a slow death
As raucous flames suddenly wither
Matching that of a shriveled rose
Saturation of it all
Like a thief amongst the darkest night
Flaws of perfection ever so eager 
To never be lost in transit
Incessant enigmatical tussle
Not even a beating heart
Could fathom the vast duel
Of any given moment

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

FLICKER OF FLAMES

PHOTO FROM PIXABAY

Temporary embers
Gleam into swift sham of a night
Transit a meagre mile away
Sleeping like a lion cub
Moon on a lambent high
Copious are the scenarios
One can't help but detect
Whilst glowing of coals cease to exist
Moments in captured time
To awaken any subconscious mind
A contemporary prism shaped corner
Designed to annihilate yesterday's war
Conceived to hearten tomorrow's peace
With every emotional rush
A tempestuous roar would avail
Dance to a bonfire's rhythm
Even in its square perimeter
As daylight emerges
Watch the flaming embers burn
Amidst its golden radiance
Embrace the jovial mystery
For it is short lived


(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022.

IN REAL TIME

PHOTO BY RON WHITAKER UNSPLASH

Footsteps along a tranquil bay
Daunting task trying to catch
A crimson sun’s prompt departure
Beauty worthy of an encore
Tomorrow a forever wait
Mountains bring forth no justice
Echoes to imminent future prohibited
Like a censored boomerang
Beckons the dusky semblance
Of a quiet yet placid bay
Cast away callousness
Time capsules eradicated
For a walk to remember
Poised and in stride
After all
In the magic of the present
It is all we have

(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2022