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  • John 40: 29-31 (Part 3)

    Subtitle: Love Conquers All 💙🤝🌎

    Your Love is — truly “insane”
    Hard to explain —

    Hard to believe —
    You would have — such — Amazing Grace

    It makes me — choke up — to think about —
    How Great — Your love — truly is

    I just wish — the rest of the world — would be open — to receiving it

    So they could also — watch you move

    So they can see — we’ve all been — chosen

    Not just me — them too

    The “righteous” route — is not an easy one
    but neither is — thee other

    At least with you — my pain — won’t be in vein
    & I know — one day — I will recover

    I’m so thankful — for the life — I currently live
    Illness & all — as hard — as it may get

    I’ll take it — over a life — without You — any day

    I have truly — began — to believe & to see —

    You will always — supply me — with adequate strength & resources — to push forward & succeed

    I can’t stop myself — from getting emotional —
    thinking about — all that — You Are

    — & all — that — You’ve Been

    You Are —
    The Way, The Truth, & The Life 🙌🏼

    Our Father, life long Partner, & Friend 🫶🏼

    If earth— has the capability — to feel — this good — at times

    I can only imagine — how eternity — in Heaven
    — next to You — could’ve been

    Adam & Eve — deprived us of that — from the start —

    but I know — Everyday that we choose you —
    we’re that much closer — to joining you — at the top

    At the top of — “The Staircase”

    I was never really sure — how we — would make it —

    But you told me — all I had to do — was take
    “The Next Step”

    So here I am Lord — to give You back 🤲🏼
    Your Glory & full credit 🙌🏼

    I could’ve never done it — without Your loving care & detailed instruction

    To Our Creator of the universe — The Most High — Jireh

    I can’t wait — till the day —
    we finally get to see — for our selves —

    A world — where joy meets — no end
    & “Love Conquers All” 💙🤝🌎

    ***Quote to live by***

    “Faith is taking the first step even when you don’t see the whole staircase” —MLK

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    • WOW, I love this! Taking the first step may be scary, but when we have those anxious thoughts, we have to remember what we want. If we want to stay in the same place forever and continue to settle for less than what we have dreamed of, we should stay at the bottom. But, if we want to change our lives for the better, we must take that risk! Great…read more

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 9 months, 1 weeks ago

    A Prayer For Bradley

    Do you think that it’s possible
    for someone to be so good,
    that God calls them home
    before you think He should?

    We say it all the time,
    “God must have needed him.”
    but a lot of those times,
    they didn’t even believe in Him.

    There’s no other reason
    that you would call Brad home,
    and his beautiful fiancé
    would be left all alone.

    Now our whole family
    is questioning your plan.
    Why, God, why
    would you take this young man?

    You’ve broken the heart
    of a father and a mother.
    And let’s not even mention
    what you did to his little brother.

    The ripples flow further,
    they hit my wife too.
    Her mother is his aunt
    now SHE is mad at you.

    Granny holds it together,
    sewing like a thread.
    Even though she’s strong,
    she wishes it were her instead.

    This is so unfair,
    and all a bit unusual.
    But what do you expect,
    when a wedding becomes a funeral?

    We see you moving.
    Guiding us through.
    In all of this darkness,
    we’re all seeking you.

    So God, move in,
    wrap your arms around this family.
    You say you’ll work this for good,
    even though it’s a tragedy.

    Although we’re all grieving,
    one thing is for sure.
    It is only by your grace,
    that we shall endure.

    I know Bradley is with you
    up there in Heaven.
    And I know that he sees
    all the love that’s been given.

    Please give him a hug
    from all of us here.
    Tell him we miss him,
    and we’ll hold him so dear.

    Thank you for what we still have,
    and remind us each day
    that this life is a gift,
    so live it the Bradley way!

    ~Amen~

    RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.

    Matthew Jablonsky

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    • Matthew, your poem is a beautiful tribute to Bradley. He is a stranger to me, but I am certain that he was an amazing man to be so loved by his friends and family. You are so right that when terrible things happen to us, the only way to endure is through God’s grace. Thank you for sharing your poetry.

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    • This brought tears to my eyes. I lost my older brother Jesse when he was only 38 yrs old, and I have certainly asked myself some of these same questions & I was able to feel all the pain, anger & grief in your poem. RIP & sending hugs & prayers to you and your family. Amazing truthful writing

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    • Matthew, I am so sorry for your loss. Bradley is looking down on you and your family, hoping to stop the distress that his loss caused your family. He never wanted you all to be so upset. He is happy that you all cared so much about him and wants you to stop being sad and remember the good times you all had together. He loves you all. ♥

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 9 months, 2 weeks ago

    I Can't Find My Sunglasses

    I don’t know where
    my sunglasses are…
    Perhaps I left them
    in the car?

    Or maybe they are
    beside my bed?
    I usually keep them
    on top of my head.

    Did I put them
    in a drawer?
    I hope I don’t find them
    on the floor!

    When did they
    even go missin?
    Maybe I left them
    in the kitchen?

    I know I had them
    when we crossed the bridge.
    Did I put them
    in the fridge?!?

    I’ve looked here,
    I’ve looked there.
    I cannot find them
    anywhere!

    Well, I guess they’re gone
    for the rest of my life…
    Nevermind! I found them!
    … I asked my wife.

    Matty Jablonsky

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    • Matty, this poem is perfection! I love how fun and rhythmic the lines are. It is so funny that we lose things so easily, even when they can sometimes be right in front of us. This reminds me of my own husband, who never fails to misplace his stuff. Thank you for sharing!

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    • lol I love this piece. It’s so witty and child like in the best way possible. Reminds me of a children’s book I can go back to over and over again. And of course she knew where they were lol 😆

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  • Black & White

    Subtitle: Somebody Loves You Baby 💙 ✨

    If I had to pick one thing I’d want the whole world to know — above all else — what would it be ?

    That — Somebody loves you baby—
    So please believe —

    That when you look around — you’ll be able to see

    That — that somebody — can be found — in many forms, shapes & sizes

    That — He Is — not limited — to the only world — you & I both — reside in

    Let me put it down for you — in the easiest way — that I know how

    He comes in the shape of — a parent, a brother, or a sister

    A nephew, a niece, your child, or a stranger

    He comes in the shape of — a weeping willow tree
    That some how — even with it’s sad — drooped down leaves — can manage to put ur heart at ease — as they sway back and forth in the breeze

    Or even — when simply — standing still

    He comes in the shape of that blue bird
    Who reminds you — of ur loved one — who passed away last year

    In the shape of those beautiful — white butterflies — flapping away — at the grave yard

    In the shape of that — loyal golden doodle — you tend to feed — way too much

    You can find him in the sunflower field — Late September

    Or the beautiful sunset & sunrise — Come November

    You can see him — in the waves of the ocean — as they roll & roar

    As they come to say Hi — before they drift away — once more

    I’d want you all to know — that somebody loves you more — than you could ever imagine

    But pls — don’t try to fit him in a box — with it’s four corners & think that — that’s it — that’s him

    He’s not limited to the highest iq
    that can be reached inside our human minds — today

    He knows every atom in our body —
    The building blocks — from which were made of

    We — on the other hand — on this side of heaven
    Will never fully know — or understand Him

    He’s all beautiful things we see
    And — all beautiful things — unseen

    He’s all the colors of the rainbow —
    & all colors yet — to be named — or made up

    He’s the beautifulest language — ever spoken
    & All good words — we have yet — to add to our vocab

    He’s the Beginning & The End
    The Alpha & The Omega
    The great I AM — Yah – Weh

    He’s all things Great & all things Good

    There’s a lot of things — I’d want the whole world to know —

    — but if I had to narrow it down & put it down for you — in simplest form

    I’d say— this —

    The world is not Black & White
    & neither — is HE

    He’s the creator of the universe
    & he loves both — you — & me

    But if I must say — just — ONE — Only one —single thing — it’d be ….

    Somebody Loves You Baby 💙✨
    — please believe …

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    • What an inspiring piece. I know that someone out there would immediately cry after hearing this. Everyone is loved, no matter who they are. It can be easy to think you are not. Everyone goes through a time like this. Keep your trust in God and your love will replenish. Love this♥

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  • A Prayer For Bradley

    Do you think that it’s possible
    for someone to be so good,
    that God calls them home
    before you think He should?

    We say it all the time,
    “God must have needed him.”
    but a lot of those times,
    they didn’t even believe in Him.

    There’s no other reason
    that you would call him home,
    and his beautiful fiancé
    would be left all alone.

    Now our whole family
    is questioning your plan.
    Why, God, why
    would you take this young man?

    You’ve broken the heart
    of a father and a mother.
    And let’s not even mention
    what you did to his little brother.

    The ripples flow further,
    they hit my wife too.
    Her mother is his aunt
    now SHE is mad at you.

    Granny holds it together,
    sewing like a thread.
    Even though she’s strong,
    she wishes she were dead.

    This is so unfair,
    and all a bit unusual.
    But what do you expect,
    when a wedding becomes a funeral?

    RIP Bradley Davis. Forever 23.

    Matthew L Jablonsky

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  • db-cooper submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your lifeWrite a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 9 months, 3 weeks ago

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    Subdued with jealousy

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  • A Poem from My Wife's Perspective

    If “Love is patient”
    and “Love is kind”,
    then why do I feel
    like I’m losing my mind?

    It’s not easy to be patient,
    when your family is all around.
    It’s also hard to be kind,
    Or, at least, that’s what I have found.

    My mother’s mind wanders,
    she never stays on task.
    When it comes to what she’s doing,
    I always have to ask!

    “Where are you going now?”
    “How long will it take?”
    “Do you have to do that right away?”
    “You’re going to make us late!”

    Granny’s got a mouth,
    and she runs it every day.
    When it comes to me and Mom,
    she’s always got something to say!

    “Go brush your hair,
    it looks like a wig!”
    “Oh, you’re getting seconds?
    Your belly’s getting big!”

    Snapping back is in my nature,
    sometimes I want to fight!
    But I love them both so much,
    so, on my tongue, I bite.

    I give myself some time,
    to process what I heard.
    I remember who I’m talking to,
    before I speak a word.

    Mom might drive me crazy,
    but she brought me in this world.
    I know I gave her a hard time,
    when I was just a girl.

    Granny doesn’t mean to hurt us,
    when her words come out so sharp.
    She just doesn’t have a filter,
    but she does have a heart.

    We’re all a little crazy,
    we’re each a little nuts.
    But at the end of the day,
    that’s what makes us “US”!

    So it may not be easy
    to be patient and kind,
    but I’ll put in the extra work
    for this family of mine.

    -Caitlin Jablonsky

    “I wrote this poem from my wife’s perspective about her relationship with her mother and grandmother.”
    -Matty Jablonsky

    Matty & Caitlin Jablonsky

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    • This is great, and very relatable.

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    • This is absolutely adorable! I would love to know how my husband would describe my relationship with family members. It shows the depth of the love you have for her that you are able to write a poem that would likely reflect her own thoughts. Thank you for sharing!

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  • Pitch Black

    You ever try to envision your future — and it looks pitch black ?
    Ppl ask you who you wanna be or what you wanna do — when you grow up
    Your single mother was livin in survival mode just like you — doing the best she can
    Too busy to sit you down and ask —
    “Baby, what you wanna do when you get older? — We gotta start to plan”

    Before she knew it — your life began
    You’re 17 and graduating and the years flashed right before — her eyes

    Now her little girl is pregnant & must grow up and time just passed her by

    But don’t get sad on me now — momma — just hold on — hang tight

    This is just the beginning — This is not the end

    Lucky for her — she was never alone, God had her back… & he became my best friend

    You see — For many of you in my same situation
    I too grew up w/out an earthly father — to help raise me
    but as it turns out — I never really needed him — anyway

    My heavenly father picked up his slack . . . Im just another witness & reminder of that —

    He placed the right ppl in my life
    to help guide me down a — virtuous path

    I just had to shift my perspective & be open — to accepting his plan

    Gods timing is perfect, he’s never late —
    he was just waiting for me to take hold of his hand — on the other end

    I had to keep my focus on someone that was beyond me & my current situation
    Had to let go of any self pity and all excuses I had created
    I could say lucky for me — but most my life — it felt far from it

    Regardless — It was never luck or chance
    Just a shift in perspective & a blessing in disguise
    We all have those — everyday — we just gotta be willing — to open up our eyes
    So pls — don’t let yourself be minimized

    By yourself — or your surroundings
    or anything else — you may be lacking
    He makes something out of nothing —
    time and time — again
    Live life — like it’s already yours — and in due time — it will come — you will win

    My first step in achieving my goals came from finding my greatest weaknesses —
    Had to figure out how to turn my weakness into power — so I laid them — right beneath him

    But first — let’s take it back to beginning— before I started winning

    It was my big bro & my middle school sweetheart
    That’s who did it —

    My big bro held a lot of anger inside — while tryna figure out who he was — and what he believed in

    As for my baby — He was born into a different lifestyle than mine — and I wanted nothing more than to — save him
    I didn’t want to lose him — in more ways than simply just — our relationship

    I had To try to prove to myself and to them
    why the man up above
    was the one to believe in

    I’d not been able to overcome and succeed in all that I have — if it wasn’t for God — & his strength in our weakness

    I wanted to show them a love — so pure
    but first — I had to start — by believing

    I wanted to show them his love but I knew — it would take lots of time — and patience — for them to see it

    I Had to do it in a positive way
    not too pushy— or rushed — or forcefully done
    Cus the God I knew, taught me — early on — that’s not what real love was

    Unfortunately — my current circumstance didn’t yet reflect the God — that I knew & loved
    I was only 15 yrs old & hadn’t lived long enough
    I didn’t have anything to prove or show for it — just yet
    So I had to put my words into action even tho it was hard
    I always suffered from anxiety and lacked concentration and because of it — I struggled bad
    I was made out — to always feel dumb
    but — I was far from that
    The worlds a cruel place to live in — and at times
    I believed what theyd sung
    But Gods words over me and my life were different
    and they’ll also speak life unto yours
    So I had to live by the words that I preached
    so I too could believe the words — that he spoke
    it’s been almost 15 yrs since than and I’ve accomplished a lot in my life that I sought out to do
    I’m still so far from done but I’m doing what I can —Lord — to make sure — it all points back to you
    So here are some of my goals he helped me achieve — (he helped me come true)

    I knew nothing about kids and babies
    Not a clue how some day i would become a mommy
    So I went to school for childcare
    and became someone I’d never known
    I became a infant toddler teacher and got to hold lots of babies and watch them grow
    I was able to raise my baby boy — good
    even tho a few yrs back I would have never thought or knew …
    Remember when I sd i used to see pitch black
    —Well things changed real fast when
    God said to me — nahhh bby girl — wait —till you see —what I’ve got in store — for you

    next up— I decided to get certified to become a foster parent
    but that’s something I still have to do

    I decided I wasn’t done just yet tho
    so I went back to school to became a nail tech
    Too
    & still I thought that wasn’t enough so , I said,
    how bout a barber too

    Life’s been a whole lotta up down rollercoaster wild ride adventures — this is true
    But pls don’t get discouraged by my accolades thus far
    cause they come and go the same way we do
    They will all fade into dust someday but one thing will remain to be true
    My biggest goal that i accomplished & the one that matters the most
    is — that even — if no one else will believe—
    I proved to myself — God is true

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    • I love this! Even though things were difficult, your perseverance always shined through and allowed you to become a better version of yourself. You have been through so much and I am glad you have gotten to a place where you are happy. You should be so proud fo yourself. Congratulations ♥

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  • Overdose Death

    I know you didn’t mean to,

    I know you didn’t try.

    It was just a stupid mistake,

    You didn’t want to die…

    You were doing so good,

    We were so proud of you!

    But good emotions, sometimes,

    They’re overwhelming too.

    Maybe I should’ve called,

    Or answered that last text.

    But I didn’t see this coming!

    I didn’t know you were next!

    I know it’s kinda late now,

    And maybe weird to say…

    But I love you so much,

    And I’ll miss you every day.

    This is so unfair,

    No one knows how to feel.

    I keep waiting to wake up,

    Or hear that this isn’t real!

    What do I tell the people,

    When they ask me how you’ve been?

    I suppose, I’ll tell the truth…

    That addiction never ends.

    I’ll tell them if they’re hurting,

    They call always call on me.

    I couldn’t be there for you…

    But for them, maybe I could be.

    Maybe I can help someone,

    Maybe they will learn,

    That drugs aren’t “the fun you can’t have”…

    They’re the hell you don’t deserve.

    Matty Jablonsky

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    • Matty, I am so sorry for your loss. It was never your fault. Don’t feel guilty for what you could have done. Think of all the good times you two had together and the relationship you made with each other! That’s all that really matters. And I love your perspective that now that you have seen it happen once you may be able to prevent it if som…read more

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    Your Eyes Sound Like

    A lot of guys get lost in your eyes
    But I found myself in those depths that galaxies rest in
    Your eyes hug stars and sprinkle glitter for their shimmer when the sun wants to shine
    I didn’t know it then but when momma would sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star it was a love song
    Because I’m one of the dots to your constellation and the others are the children
    Our love is so good it should be a sin
    God forgive me, I know I’m not supposed to look directly at you
    But your daughter has your eyes, and I can’t stop staring
    She helps me stay centered with you when I get full of myself
    Seeing my reflection in her eyes is one of my favorite things because it’s a moment of Trinity
    God eyes saying straighten up son
    Your eyes whisper I love you
    My eyes catch us with His hands and say I’ll hold your heart
    Followed by, I love you too
    Our eyes share an embrace that never let’s go in silence
    But anyone who sees the way I look at you hears the softness of a love song
    They covet the way my eyes hold you like I hold the hand of our child
    Their eyes have never seen a sight that sounded so pure
    And anyone who sees the way your eyes reply to me, listens to that unforgettable poem on repeat
    Then they get lost trying to find your gaze under my sunset
    So, the closest thing to feeling that poem, is to hit repeat on this memory
    I can’t help but smile when I see your eyes talk about us
    p.s. your eyes make the best ASMR…

    Roses

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    • Aww, I love this! The beauty that we see in others can seem ethereal at times and it can be such a wonderful thing. The connection you have with this person sounds so deep and meaningful. I am glad you have found a person like this.

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      • Haven’t found that person yet, I just like to write about moments in time with the theme of relationships 🌹, thank you for reading and sharing your encouraging words ‼️

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        • You are welcome! Don’t worry, you will find this person! When you do, your life will change for the better ♥

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 10 months, 3 weeks ago

    Facebook

    Facebook Facebook,
    Here we go again…
    “Like if you agree!”
    “Share and tag your friends!”

    It’s all the same stuff,
    just on a different day.
    “I never make posts like this…”
    “So I just wanna say…”

    No one really cares,
    this isn’t even real.
    “Click the link below!”
    “What a great deal!”

    Scrolling and scrolling,
    the hours fly by.
    “Someone liked your post!”
    “Someone went live!”

    But we’re all missing out,
    on a little thing called “life”.
    A husband stares at his phone,
    and ignores his lonely wife.

    No one raises their kids,
    it’s easier it seems…
    Children don’t make noise,
    when they stare at the screen.

    I worry what it’s doing,
    to our world and our minds.
    It’s become a way of life,
    or a sign of the times.

    I feel like a prisoner,
    and I know I’m not alone.
    We’re all prisoners now,
    that’s why it’s called a “cell” phone.

    Matty Jablonsky

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    • I LOVE this. And it really made me think of my finace yelling at me to get off my phone. It really is hurting our relationships and so much more. This is such a creative way to make a poignant point. I will be including this piece in our newsletter today (Friday). Check it out :). Thanks for sharing your talent with us. You are amazing. <3 Lauren

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    • The truest of words. Technology has its perks but the social decline because of cell phones alone is scary. I absolutely agree!

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    • Woah. This is eye-opening. Society today is so glued to screens and I completely agree, it is affecting our quality of life! Being someone who is on a screen a lot and is trying to cut back, it can be so difficult to refrain from the use of them. Our brains are wired to want it, like a drug. It is scary and I hope we can find a way to stop this.

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  • db-cooper submitted a contest entry to Group logo of Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/herWrite a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 11 months, 2 weeks ago

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    I love your smile

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  • Mi Peace

    To feel the wind from the trees
    & instantly smile
    Surrounded by the love of life
    My world
    Mi Amor
    The Butterflies i get to see her face i the sunlight
    In the moonlight
    Underneath the stars
    That shine as bright
    As her Smile
    My heart has never felt such joy
    Such peace to be with someone as beautiful & perfect as she is
    She is home
    My Other Half
    My Darling ,Love Of My Life
    With her my problems go away
    My past doesn’t hurt so bad
    When i am sad i think of her
    & i am at peace
    I could not imagine my life without her
    Her Smile
    Her Glow
    The love i get just by presence
    Her Touch
    Her Words
    By the way she looks at me
    She is my happy joyful place
    She not only has my heart
    But consumes my soul
    In every good way i could possibly think of
    To my Peace
    I love you with my all, My everything
    Thank you for making me feel safe
    For you to be my peace
    Thank you for being there for me

    Vision W

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    • I hope to find a love like this at some point in my own life. I love the way you describe how your beloved makes you feel without relying on physical appearances which so many famous poems tend to do. Keep up the good work!

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    • When I met my fiance, I told my mom it felt like I just put on the softest, warmest, coziest slipper. The way you talk about your love reminds me of what I feel with my fiance. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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    • Aww, Vision, I love that you found a love so pure and wonderful. May your love always bring you both peace and happiness. Thank you for sharing with all of us what true love feels like. <3 Lauren

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  • Matthew Jablonsky shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years ago

    Anniversary

    One year of marriage,
    and four years together.
    It makes me think back,
    to when I first met her.
    Working at a factory,
    on that old paint line.
    When she walked in,
    I thought “Damn, she is fine!”
    I never would have thought,
    with just a little bit of time,
    that beautiful woman,
    would some day be mine!
    I got her number,
    as soon as I could.
    With a girl like that,
    I knew that I should.
    A few failed attempts,
    some moments that we missed.
    But how could we have known,
    that it would lead to this?
    I had no idea,
    that I’d love her forever.
    I wasn’t even sure,
    I’d be able to get her!
    Then it finally happened,
    She came over to my house!
    And so began,
    our game of “Cat and Mouse”.
    She needed to be comforted,
    the world had broken her heart.
    And for whatever reason,
    I was her place to start.
    We were both finally single,
    and, now, connected at the hip.
    And we were both available,
    to start a good relationship.
    She liked my calming nature,
    the way I eased her mind.
    I liked her hippie style,
    and, to me, she was kind.
    I never thought I’d be here,
    this place I am today.
    A happily married husband,
    who got married last May.
    It all seems so surreal,
    but in no way fake.
    My heart is finally stable,
    and I know it won’t break.
    So today we celebrate us!
    Just me and my girl.
    But it’s so much more than that.
    Because that’s my whole world.
    -Matty Jablonsky

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    • Greetings, your poem is very heartfelt and relatable. It captures the journey of a relationship from its humble beginnings to a meaningful, committed partnership. The use of rhyme adds a musical quality and it’s an earnest tribute to your partner.

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    • This is a beautiful poem that shows your beautiful heart. Not sure if you saw but I put it on our newsletter today. Happy Anniversary!!! <3 Lauren

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  • My Wrist Watch Hands Point to Peace

    I invented a new season for life because I got tired of the winter spring summer fall pattern
    My paisley doesn’t like to conform to the depression of polka dots only on the pocket square and not the entire outfit
    Where’s the art in the plain white t?
    I see the aesthetic, but I want the screaming art to argue with my calm voice
    It’s the beauty in the pain that you can’t see until the scars have enough time to grow wings
    I used to feel most at peace listening to music on my bed as a haunting sleep would close my eyes
    I used to feel most at peace under the dim lights of cinema pumping hope into my veins where I had blood run free
    I used to feel most at peace on the solidarity of solo ventures between the court and I
    It would hum deathly echoes like lullaby’s to my heart
    This trinity became my medical addiction as pride got in the way of God
    Then over the years my coffee finally became cold, and I missed the warmth of summer
    I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted and swallowing my faith
    So, I questioned myself through the tears, I marked the points of pain with my pen, and dug up the weeds I planted and reaped
    This time I will sow truth within the uncomfortable moments
    Because in this season until forever I’m most at peace on the grounds of the earthquake
    Knowing that I can’t move forward unless I shake things up
    Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear
    You are meant to break records
    p.s. peace is born in the growth of pain…

    Roses

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    • You are absolutely right! We look for peace in the calm parts of life, but really peace is everywhere, especially in growth. I love the creativity in your words for example when you said, “I invented a new season for life” or “I could smell my own toxicity deeply rooted.” Your mind is clearly incredibly creative and I am so glad I had the honor of…read more

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      • Thank you for your kind words, I’m so thankful you enjoyed this piece. I hope you find yourself being more uncomfortable like the poem in order to grow!

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    • “Staying in a comfortable pattern only leads to a broken record repeating the line you hate to hear“ can we share this to the world! The stagnant waters where people’s remains remain.

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      • Yes, totally more self-reflection and challenging ourselves in order to see a better world from the better version of us, is where it starts. Thank you for sharing your time with this piece

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  • Your Age Shouldn't Worry

    I’m currently 13 and the only thing that makes sense is sadness
    So, to cope I like to hear melodies caress my ears because I’m too damaged to hug myself
    Then I’ll let my pen tell stories of love and horror for the simple fact that I’m afraid to love myself away from depression
    I get the impression that an early death is the only way to escape to peace
    But I’m afraid so for the time being I’ll clean my room since I can’t find the energy to organize my life
    I just found an extra cassette tape in my music collection next to the pile of CD’s and Records
    Complementing the art hanging on the wall adjacent to my mood
    I think to myself: curiosity let’s have a conversation where you tell me all the secrets Victoria victories made me hate
    The tape starts with no words
    The opening scene let’s nature sing before the score interrupts
    Then some old guy starts speaking about life like he knows me, I’m in no mood for a lecture but I have time today
    After all I was just thinking about ending it all, how could this hurt more
    He says: There’s a wealth beyond financial peace within the things we blink past every 24 hours
    Try not to take for granted the natural order of life around you
    I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
    But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode
    You need to Yoga flex your way through the challenges less flexibility become a weakness
    Not your strength; muscles are for show, but the morality of your core can lift you past anything if you water your flowers of dread
    “Be like water my friend,” and if I’m being bru-tal-ly honest you lie to yourself too much
    Fright has kept you in third place longer than you should have been
    Unable to reach the heights you are meant for
    Remember the natural order of things, but know a long list keeps your further from progress than small steps of truth
    You’re 34 now and just entering your prime
    The next decade will be the soundtrack to the whole of your life
    The season from the age of 13-32 was just a small slice
    My teenage brain begins to become bored and 34 is forever away
    And right before I was about to stop the tape he said something that made me think, maybe he knows a little something:
    “You are the most coveted rose”… you see I love the floral print of life
    And this statement was the first time outside of my parents that I felt worthy
    He then went on to say
    You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
    It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
    So, neither should you
    Your tulip words are meant to be heard by the world
    And one day they will, as sure as a daffodil
    Will blow it’s horn of victory past everything that has held you back
    Just keep fighting and I promise you will win
    p.s. don’t be afraid to cry…

    Roses

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    • The way you write from the perspectives of then and now shows how far you have come and how much you have grown. Thank you for sharing!

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    • “You’re beautiful in full bloom but still walk like a sunflower with its head down
      It’s ok to be a lazy daisy sometimes but remember the sun never stops smiling and the moon never stops dreaming
      So, neither should you.” This is a beautiful sentiment. I am so sorry you hurt so much as a child, and I want to give you the biggest hug. You are a ros…read more

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    • “I know the stress will have you crying rivers on the inside that you never let water your cheeks
      But you need to face your fears, or the dam will explode“
      Wow!!! Have you written a book? You really should and let me know so I can buy!!! I finish mine 2023 and currently waiting for a miracle with the person I asked to write my foreword 😀

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      • I just released an eBOOK entitled Random Thoughts (which encompasses all of my favorite topics of poetry I like to address, along with a few that don’t come up as much). If you’re interested, I can send you the link…once again thank you for sharing this moment with myself and poetry!

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      • Claps for the author, get those books out to the world!

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    Writers Block

    The Tortured Poets Department has a writer’s division that has to approve every poem before it goes out
    And my mind is tired of being held hostage
    A loose-leaf definition of writer’s block was once defined by the utter of: I don’t feel like writing, this isn’t good enough, my hand only works for the remote today
    Then she interrupts my train of thought to ask: why have you never wrote a poem about me
    It’s not that I haven’t
    There are 100s getting as comfortable as you can be in the waste basket
    The last poem I Kobe shot, Melo made, and Curry posed to the trash can started like this:
    An eye lash is trying to make your cheek more than just a Sunday service sanctuary
    It wants a home
    I know you’d like me to remove it
    But who am I to destroy a home
    I can’t help but think how beautiful you look with that eye lash
    As it rests there like a pair of doves flirting on a branch not far away from me
    What are you starring at, she exclaims
    Oh, nothing I reply, today I’ll let the eye lash remain
    On
    Your rosy cheeks, kissed by my dead rose petal lips
    Reminding you of the time we went camping and you hated that you smelled the outside
    You hated that you smelled like outside
    And I kept teasing you but hiking, visualizing, and tenting next to nature is maybe the closest thing to
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your beautiful
    Falling asleep to your gorgeous
    Ugh, I can never find the right words to describe a tenth of your gorgeous
    And it makes me want to drop dead out of frustration
    Because the writers need to feel exactly what I do when they read:
    Holding her hand is to get a glimpse of forever before I die
    Holding her makes my heart resemble the flight of a butterfly
    Holding her hand is to hold my battles in the palm of my hand and make them cry
    The writers consist of a delicious various assortment of personality; often referred to as me, myself, and I
    Every time I get ready to seal this poem to you the writer’s block me from letting you receive it
    p.s. I haven’t learned to love myself enough to love you…

    Roses

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    • Aww Roses, sending you the biggest hug. There is a lot of softness in this. I hope you learn to love yourself because you have so much love to give. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    The Last Breath of the Flame

    The clock, the watch, the phone all have eyes that watch from the view of 2 AM untamed
    Heart rates jumping like the heat of the flame
    Me plus You is a movie, what is the name
    Our love doesn’t fit in the frame
    So, cameras get jealous of the panorama pane
    Real love never goes without pain that can be immense
    So, if you’re hurt let patience play offense
    Slow dancing with your memories is a nostalgic essence
    Sweat dancing with the burning scent
    Wick burning with confidence
    Mirroring our silhouette, naked thoughts present tense
    My hands without your curves, a death sentence
    Each kiss turns a page of my sixth sense
    I don’t need a third eye to see your imperfect contents
    Table this: beauty is born from cracks so use the hurt as accents
    She is priceless so keep your two cents
    Temptation is off limits but I climbed the fence
    The candle falls asleep to our aroma, hence
    The flame goes out, conclusion love making after an argument
    Sweet dreams enter in the tango of sheets, legs, hearts, rest swiftly to the comfort of her name
    My heart is tied to yours, no more games
    I’ve played tug of war and came out lame
    No more burns unless it’s from the candle tamed
    p.s. this is what it feels like when peace kisses love…

    Roses

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  • roses shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 1 years, 1 months ago

    Cherry Blossum Cheeks

    Have you ever let your mind sit under a cherry blossom tree
    The poetic renewal massages the stress away the same way as the beach waves
    Copy and paste, lying next to you is like closing your eyes under the sunset oceanside
    A bright blushing sky with kisses of orange, and blue with a honeyed taste that simply grabs you
    But nothing is as sweet as your sugar, under the shade of this suite
    Fresh chill of a neutral setting is cooked by our body temperature
    Peace in the reflection is bringing us closer
    When I look back at how we arrived at this destination within the calm ripples I see a truth in the tomb of love at first sight
    Our photograph under the light being born from fallen petals is a coveted site
    I had to see the treasure I already had instead of searching for gold
    That’s when our story began to unfold, I hate folding clothes
    I rather unfold and devour deep conversations over shallow beverages
    She likes easy ice, but I want more, as deep as the roots of this tree
    The ying and yang
    Discovering the ocean intricacies when it closes its eyes to dream and wakes up with a kiss complemented by a southern twang
    She’s my main thang, calling my land line
    Our language reads between the lines
    Wrinkled with age or bitten white chocolate sheets
    I love seeing your cherry blossom cheeks
    p.s. you be the pink and I’ll be the red for Valentine’s…

    Roses

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