A rose,
that bends her head,
to look at other roses,
will never be able,
to lift her head again,
and bloom herself.
To become,
the full potential,
of my true self,
I must lift my head,
away from others,
and towards God,
who lovingly,
fills me with His light,
and makes me grow.
Because only,
when I face my Maker,
I can bloom in a garden,
full of roses.
The first day of March,
I notice the first buds,
on the dead-looking plants.
The first signs of spring,
waiting to bloom,
in all her colors.
It reminds me that,
even when life seems hopeless,
when the days are grey,
and my heart feels dull,
there is new life waiting to grow,
and new chances waiting,
for me to find them.
It reminds me,
there is always hope!
Almonds in milk.
softness comes from the heart,
seeps into the skin,
and grows like a rose,
on a beautiful summer day.
Ice Cream in cones,
the cold melts in the sun,
when love is revealed,
and spreads like ivy,
all across the world.
In a sea of love,
no mountain can stand,
darkness fades in the light,
and the cactus flower blooms,
for one whole night.
All the poetry on this page belongs to Gineke van Keulen. Ask before using! Thank you!
Yellow orchids,
smile in the sunshine –
my heart is spring,
my soul is alive.
Green leaves embrace me,
wrap around me like angel wings,
and for a moment,
I am fed by the light.
Photosynthesis,
changes me from the inside out,
beautifies me,
and makes me stronger.
Wisdom comes with years,
but here in this light,
of yellow orchids,
I find intense joy,
growing deep inside me.
Gineke van Keulen 