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Esther Yasmin Groeneveld

Esther Yasmin Groeneveld

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We are all the colours,
visible andand invisible.
We are all the sounds,
heard and unheard.
We are all the words,


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True Knowledge

True Knowledge

When, upon a door opens
to reveal a glimmer of glistening
the one who’s mind
has grown tired
of something meaningless,


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Heart and mind

Heart and mind

I wish for a sign;
to give me a hint
of the smaller steps that must be
In the past few days I have felt
my thoughts become clear and my he


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The aftermath of your divorce

The aftermath of your divorce

I hate the moments where you leave
on my own to wait for you,
sitting here in the company of my
not yet independent of the fear of
When I sit there waiting,


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Waves of transformation

Waves of transformation

It’s time to pick up all the piece
put them back in place.
Fragments of broken debris
disintegrate to reveal that face.
Oh how I long to see that again,


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If only I could be you, just only for a moment.

If only I could be you, just only for a moment.

I want to see that photo again,
study it properly.
I want to hold the print in my han
smell the faded mixture of ink and
feel it smooth under my fingers.


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My Anima

My Anima

I still long for her;
wish I could reach out to her;
wish I could see her;
wish she could see me;
wish I could meet with her;


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Scapegoat

Scapegoat

You’re here, you’re there, you’re
You have created a scapegoat for a
a picture painted by your own unre
You cannot confront the one who’s
and broken your heart again and ag


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Lady Admiration

Lady Admiration

Oh Lady, Lady so fair,
with your full pink lips
and your light brown hair.
Your name is scattered through
my lover's memory;


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Ten minutes past

Ten minutes past

Ten minutes past.
I know I’m late.
I let him know I’m here.
He makes me wait.
From a distance I pretend


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Secrets of the heart

Secrets of the heart

Expand your heart.
Dare to trust.
Another break up,
another breakup.
Grief is a revealer of life’s


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Blue eye (in the nothingness)

Blue eye (in the nothingness)

Blue rhythm,
talk to me,
let me see the sun.
Blue eye in the nothingness...
Im talking to no’one.


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Running in the rain

Running in the rain

What am I really feeling?
May these things be known.
Where am I really going,
if not back home?
Why these feelings of stuck-ness?


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Energetic memory

Energetic memory

The sorrow that fills my heart
wishes to be seen.
I wait, and accept all the tears
from all that has been
The past is gone, yet it still exi

Vertical horizon

Vertical horizon

As the doors to the heavens open o
my heart opens out
to your unfolding embrace.
I am where I am.
And you are where you are.


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A precious illusion

A precious illusion

People come and go, as do their ge
Never again in the same order as b
The wind blows continuously,
rearranging things on its travels.
The smallest fraction of seconds t

The Seam (He and She) continued

The Seam (He and She) continued

July 17th:
I see you everywhere.
I hear you everywhere.
And this desire to understand,
this longing that makes me want to

To share what happens in my dreams...

To share what happens in my dreams...

I wish I could be honest
and speak to you of my journey..
To tell you that this intense ener
vibrates through me like an electr
with switches at different locatio


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Higher Will

Higher Will

Something wondrous
like rain droplets reflecting ligh
The miracles of the universe
to which I would like
to surrender for once.

To forgive us wholly

To forgive us wholly

May my tears erase all the lies.
May their release dissolve all the
May my heart now shine through all
May all that I do demonstrate
that I’ve chosen to forgive you.


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What makes an artist successful?

What makes an artist successful?

What makes an artist successful?
Experience, maturity?
The ability to see what others mis
The ability to experience differen
To dive into the depths of the sou

Illusion of separation

Illusion of separation

The feeling too strange yet not un
cradles within my rib cage.
I think I’ll go, I’ll disappear
outside into the night.
Away I’ll be, separated from


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Every day, another me

Every day, another me

Every morning that I wake up,
I awake to another side of my stor
As if at night, God tosses a coin
to decide what I’ll be and what I
in my waking reality.


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The one I sought

The one I sought

I saw a recent photo of you.
You are exactly as I remember
when we last knew one another.
And I,
always trying to get through that


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The potential of Love

The potential of Love

What is it to be in love?
And why, when I look upon your fa
does the knowledge of this state o
It goes beyond reason or sense.
There is no mathematical formula t

The Void

The Void

I’m looking for substance,
though I can’t find
the essence that is trying to esca
from behind
the blinds of my mind.

The seam

The seam

The greyish blue morning haze
wetting the leaves gently with dew
I listen to the rhythmic jazz
with a cup of the usual morning br
A feeling intense yet still untran

Family bond

Family bond

I wish there were words,
to assemble what I’m experiencing,
but all I can see are
glimpses of memories;
the situations I took for granted


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Water of truth

Water of truth

Take away my pride;
all false interpretation
of who I actually am
and my place in creation.
Let me now see my face


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The higher tides

The higher tides

I breathe still,
the space resides.
The river comes to fill
the higher tides…
Oh beautiful essence

The game for 'She’

The game for 'She’

None could win that game you see.
At birth, it had been created for
That oldest couple,
I mention no names,
showed her how to prepare

Whirlwind of words

Whirlwind of words

Lately I wish to write poetry;
the thoughts that travel
into and out of my conscious mind;
scrambling and unscrambling words
gathering into forms of art.

A no is a given, a yes you can get

A no is a given, a yes you can get

I am angry because
I am.
And I don’t really know why.
I feel hard done by,
and somehow I feel like there is a

The existence of 'me’

The existence of 'me’

The trumpets of fame
can find us again...
sometime...
Never thought I’d get again this
The commotion that surrounds;

Mother spirit

Mother spirit

She is within me.
She flows through all of me.
She knows what is deep inside.
She knows all that is within my mi
She knows how I perceive.

The art of manifestation

The art of manifestation

We believe what we perceive exists
In truth, there may be none of thi
We choose from our sense
of what is possible.
Our concept of reality is what is

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