Valley Heart

April 20, 2009 § 2 Comments

In honor of National Poetry Month, I give my free flowing poetic thoughts and aspirations; tapping into Mother Earth [our natural and spiritual life] during troubled times [in America and across the world]. 

Bring your drifting thoughts, too, back into focus by walking in nature: It’s a great way to reinvigorate yourself and gain perspective. 

Mother Earth sends her light and love into all of us this Earth Day and everyday. I can appreciate her better and all her benefits, as my own mother. 

If you are a soul searcher, like I am, there are great places to go—which offer big answers to your questions—that can help you better understand your current situation(s), or simply give you a new sense of direction, especially when you begin (re)thinking about your purpose, your connection…





Is there some one you know like you, just to touch?
Have you found yet a new place that you love so much-
that you won’t stop loving?

A place like someone special is not that easy to forget.
A place—a person, now is it?

I see you can’t take your eyes off-
The Valley of Fire;
I know—I cant.
It’s burning inside of me.

See a moment like this—becomes you. You-
know the moment: You are the moment.
A wonderful moment when fate takes your hand-
and makes you feel like…smiling…makes you feel, well, almost like crying…

So destiny calls and makes- 
you do great things! I bet you don’t even realize them all or just how special you truly are!

And, as my day comes to an end,
I will give thanks for it all—whatever that may be…
Well, just being alive is enough-
in the setting sun!
Yes, a sweet, setting sun keeps my dreams alive:
They are peaceful dreams.

…I stand and wait and still…I wait. Your eyes are-
just amazing; They are brightly beaming. 

Everyday I am-
lost in this valley of dreams;
Just you and I and-
the fire sky, a heavenly breeze,
a kiss on my face, how you come to me-
so tenderly in this beautiful light.
God, you are so beautiful.

What did you say? 

I see…

Well, if you must leave…
I’ll see you someday.
I promise, my Eagle friend.
Tonight I’ll just lay my head upon a rock-
and dream until the breaking of day…a day that will seem to last forever. 

But even in this night—there’s still a light:
There’s still a hope inside my heart that lets me say:
I will hold on till then-
and I will see you again.

I will see you again.
This isn’t the end
You’re my forever friend-
and I will see you ‘for sure’ again.

Good night.


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The Heart Tattoo

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


No longer committed to that permanent memory
In my waking head

I ran to remove my desire
Eraser in my head
I scrubbed so hard
My skin bled
A tattoo of
Romantic love and affection
And tenderness
Someone who loves me deeply
Never finished loving me
I ran throughout my home
Not fully using my heart
My life
Filled with fears
Negative energies
Surround me

You’re not around…
Place to purify, shower
Remove the wool,
Safety pins cling
My boundary to a personal life
Turning inward
Remove half the hearts
The playful ways
Men have crossed the boundaries
Strangers to me…
Watch me bathe in the nude
What my knowing says

Washing away old, unwanted thoughts

People dancing in smoky rooms
Fill the hallways
Prosperous opportunities to
Expand your interests

Temporary fix
Baby ness

Different from the get-go
Coming out of the wound
Now, confused and unable to think
Silent, the man who blew
Magic into my ear
Said, “I love you”

Illusion is what others think
Maybe true as I
Fill all the desires
Offers I hide…
All those looking for love
I run past


© Sonya Rose

Ladies Night

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


The crowds of men
are parting waves.
Beneath the earth
come the dancers.
A voice rings-
One marches
through the crowd
between the present and the past.
A pillar stands…
He is beautiful-
The stranger freezes,
blinded by smoke;
His limbs are stiff.
No escaping…
He is caught
in rhyme, in rhythm.
The notes in the sky
are shadows of his shoes.
His life is a mystery,
a never ending song…
As I follow beauty
in sync-
to thunder
near and far…


© Sonya Rose

The Torch

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


A star sleeps, obituary…

Light evolves in a new shape.

Corners, torn photos, tape…
Marble waves, restless, searching…

Time, the dark waterfall,
a circle eight…
A pattern to see…

knocking at life,
overlapping faces.

In God we trust…
The world in his palm…

I sing

slowly backwards…
the times.


Continue, to sing…

one dance,
one song…


© Sonya Rose

The Time

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


Last night,
all night long,
I dreamed
of the ocean;
in the dark purplish haze,
I was swimming
in the middle of nowhere.
I woke up sweating-
looking at my watch
reading 5:25.


© Sonya Rose

The Painterly Trip

December 21, 2008 § Leave a comment


Oh, how I wish to be a painting
where all souls gather
from near and far;
A picture to express my soul
in innumerable ways,
an open channel
to eternity.

My spirit emits
ethereal music…
linking you and I
to every single brushstroke.

The mysterious gesture
explores a masterpiece.

If I were truly a painting
and you were the spectator
then touch my surface.
Feel the energy—of the space
you’re falling into…

Travel with me.
Let me take you
on an everlasting trip.


© Sonya Rose

Pleasure Streams

December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment


We know not
which way to run
in darken cellars.
We stand in a circle
of celebrations;
by the vibrations
under our feet.
We feel a storm
is coming.
Yet we cannot see
the rain falling
from the skies…
over us, until
we have drown.


© Sonya Rose


December 11, 2008 § Leave a comment


Walking on broken glass,

my feet are bleeding

in the unexpected,

the uncontrolled.

Patterns are far…


So you awake in

fate’s numbers

and your life

is a looking glass.


© Sonya Rose

Smiles from Heaven

December 13, 2007 § 6 Comments

A Poetic Memoir / A Page of My Life

I sometimes lift my eyes to the setting sun.
Without paints, I create while on the run.
Every thought and every move, I find…spirit in eternal sands,
wisdom in wonderlands…
gripping my heart.
The waters allow me to start-
swimming in a current thought
deep beneath its forethought…
Beyond every wave,
every breath God gave-
reigns a silent kingdom;
a peaceful medium-
inner – unrhymed,
a complete up climb.
Oh, I close my eyes;
watch how time flies…
I see a familiar face
smiling…we’re not far from this place-
Heaven…Whatever you do-
Share your dreams with someone true…
the ones who love you…
who really love you.

© Sonya Rose

Secret Screams

December 13, 2007 § 2 Comments

Her thoughts
which I decided to terminate
are one-dimensional
(primary thoughts),
all positive;
but, I covered all the bases-
positive and negative.

Why don’t you make up
a life story that you never lived?

Sounds like a plan…

Your luggage never gets lost
on an imaginary journey.

Clues are helpful;
negatives are helpful.

What went wrong…
people who are lying,
wanting the perfect details-
people who are not interested
in learning anything.

So sad, so long…

She only wants to convince
everyone around her
that her actions are righteous.

People who are truthful with me-
ask and answer questions.
I’m confident about what I said:
I don’t care how
now I appear to you…
I’m more interested in you
understanding me:
My focus was internal,
from the heart and mind
of a simple woman.

Do I bring you discomfort…
knowing that I know the truth?

We are all not innocent,
Saints included.
I do not resent you:
I feel sorry for you…

A personal truth needs
to be explored further;
maybe not now, but in the future.

The guilty wants me to forget-
change the subject:
mental abuse.

Most everyone goes into battle,
verbal combat unprepared…
You can think clearly,
effectively communicate…

Two days later
after the blow-out or blow-up,
I have no guilt
on writing little truths:
I only have pain.

The bullets I fired
seem war like-
arsenal, weapons of mine
are understandable-for the future;
What about yours?

It’s showtime.

Your lies and hatred are injurious
and I had to protect…
Well, if you want to enter a battle again
with me, be well armed.
I’ve had enough.

I don’t need you by my side:
I don’t need your love.
I won’t be thinking…
of a few names much after this.

Life isn’t easy.
I didn’t cause these problems;
but, you can stop them.
You have the power
and I won’t apologize to you
because what I said…
was the truth, again…
all I would have to do-
is soothe your ego.

I’ve only touched the surface.

You thank me first
before I apologize;
so much stress…
so much left behind…
The Divide.

She will never realize
how selfish she is:
one percent of the problem.

His heart, hers
unstandable upset…
touchy situation-
could have been handled
so differently…
I never accused;
I alluded…

He isn’t being truthful
with himself.
I do not need to comfort…
or say I’m sorry-
to those cheating life.

Why do I keep on writing…
because honor is questioned
and I’m free falling into something…
nothing I’ve written about
for the original thought
was being caught off guard.

Your answers to questions
are always rehearsed…
Don’t try to defend
what everyone knows;
you can’t change
unless you’re willing…

She really misses you…
how do you swallow it and…
let it go-
like it never happened?

I have nothing to think about…
The guilty confesses…
she can be mean.

Does it make you feel good
when you scream at everyone?
Does it make you feel…

He gets off on his screams…
has an excuse for all her actions.

Making excuses…
putting stuff in little minds.
(Stay focused…)

So much hate…
(Stay focused…)

How do you hate someone that bad…
feel that much hate?-
It’s super deep, super bad
(Stay focused…)

He’s mad.
Doing what you did is one thing;
we can get past that…
but lying about it
is something that I cannot deal with,
all too harmful.

Just be honest and we’ll be able
to put this whole thing behind us…

The divide is getting wider I see.

She hides behind the veil,
grabbing for the machine guns
to shoot anyone who comes close.

I don’t want to be around
that insecurity.

Until you come clean,
it won’t be possible for you
to continue shooting here…

The situation is not right
and you know it.
Why don’t you lie some more
to people out of embarrassment,
out of fear…

Putting the hate seed in-
heads, going along with it,
just as guilty.

How do you become awake…
eliminate those blockers
that keep you from seeing
what’s really going on?

You lie the loudest
when you lie to yourself,
the event of another storm.

I hate how it sounds…
Reality never changes…
only our perception of it;
so, how do you see it?

Bullets go through me;
I’m bleeding to death…
So quickly to wind everyone up…
never to hesitate once
you jump right away into the war.

Are you motivated to avoid pain
or you desire to gain pleasure…?

I’m slowly bleeding…
I’m losing sight…
are you-
of the personal truths…
out of anger and ignorance?

It is simple…
my benefit outweighs … lying.

Once, he finds out who he is-
who will comfort him: the coward?-
Under the influence of fear…

When I started writing…
I looked infront of me, inside me…
so many bullet holes…

Can you see the light now
shining inside of me?

Your judgment maybe-

Somewhere out there … someone
is crying really hard; I’m bleeding…
You can’t make sense of it:
Don’t try.

I hear the screams…
all silent…
pain buried in faces…
so deep inside.
No one knows …
where they belong exactly-
their place in the world,
for where they are they don’t wish to be…

Somewhere out there
a mother loves her children so much…
and they don’t realize
or take the time to look within hearts…
Many mothers like this
and history repeats itself all over again
like it did centuries ago.

Cherish the good;
but, learn from your mistakes.
I have and didn’t even know I was making them.

Now, I’ve come, too, see more of the truth…
Go … go on … go on … and get buried-
he says to me.

Our families will never heal until…

…to forgive is not always easy.
How many more secrets…?
let’s shove more in the closet-
until it explodes.

From the outside, it’s beautifully white…
How dark inside…
how very dark.

I don’t mind dying…
there is always pain before birth.


© Sonya Rose


December 13, 2007 § 2 Comments

Her gates are sealed
And she’s all booked up till May
She doesn’t need anybody
With a row of dimes
To offer her space in time
“What’s time”, she asks?
Time is just a fantasy
What belongs to her is the sum
Of a ray of light which beams
Forth from her eyes
When looked upon
She knows she’s being watched
But she doesn’t care
She has nothing to worry
Her feet have been walking
In mud all the way to the city
Her hands are reminiscent
Of corn drawing sticks
She cannot draw or write
Or see
Without the love in her life
That she needs the most
Her face is like jewels
Worth more than she knows
Yet she hides behind closed
Gates in the night
With heavy burdens
If only she could talk to me
And tell me
She is ill
Feverish with chills
And has to pay
Now for all her sins
Everyone’s, she floats
Out of her mind across the
Brush, the thicket
And holds onto something
Something you would never
Dream of holding onto
Another kind of brush
I come closer to take a look
And she’s painting the sky
She dips her brush into her
Wounds and screams, not for…
She is not jealous or hates
No one for inflicting her with false hope
Or lingering lies
She is the extreme desire
Of truth
As I stand back to view what
She has written
She speaks me to me
Go now and so I do
But, I can’t, hey, but be curious
What she created
So I turn around
And see a blood filled sky
She’s the painter
The poet of life
Who was always there…
Walks with the Shepperd

Who threads my past,
Present, and future
The clone of time…


© Sonya Rose

Piano Strings

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

the lines
our minds,
we drift
the lands
we explored
as children.


© Sonya Rose

Puzzle in the Mind

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“Hold fast, my beautiful one.

Sail across the barriers of time.

Reach deep within my waters

and find me in the center-

My existence.

Do you hear the most beautiful rhyme

singing in heaven?

Come closer, little one;

Can you see me?

Can you forsee-




© Sonya Rose


December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

Innocent victims
found behind masks,
soaking in reality,
drinking savage rays-
burning layers
of delicate skin…
Penetrating deep
past the surface
are the souls
of infinite measure:
exploring, stirring
sacred grounds.
miles between,
fall into a cavity
of the lost.


© Sonya Rose

Deep Waters

December 2, 2007 § 2 Comments

I cannot explain

how the wind blows…

I only can feel…………………

touch the place where love goes.

I wonder what it would be like~

a story trapped in the sky

see the lines fall……

from heaven’s high………

These scattered messages…

…….can’t piece together my living space.

Close your eyes………………..

Do you see my face?


My soul

is not far…

from this place…


© Sonya Rose


December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

A heavy stare…
Look away;
Walk on air.


© Sonya Rose


December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

Unopened doors,

passageways to the unknown-

unconscious, unaware,

still surviving.

Don’t think about dying.

In a split second,

it could happen to you;

taking a last breath

in a race never to be won.


© Sonya Rose

Letter to a Flying Queen: Sylvia Plath

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

In Celebration of National Poetry Month: April 2007, I had written a letter to American Poet Sylvia Plath—from here to the afterlife titled “Letter to a Flying Queen”:

Dear Sylvia,

What does an average woman talk about? What does it say about me when I’m strangely fascinated with your life? You are the Queen in the mirror flying; tumbling down heaven’s staircase is your crown, before my feet. Are you speaking finally to God? What does he say about the war? I am on this empty road together with my brothers and sisters with heavyhearted fears. I am disturbed; I am writing our pain where dreams are realized and suddenly destroyed. The rest of my letters are in a place called “nowhere”, my mind. There were others, too, who shot the blood out of my head, ripped my heart out with their hands. There is no stopping pain. It flew once through your veins; it flows now through mine and the living world.

Oh, what is “Daddy” like? Is he God? Was he disturbed as you were once with the world the way it came to pass? Why didn’t He stop you (from taking your life …) from writing more? Hey, did you know you won a Pulitzer Prize? Why weren’t you honored sooner while you lived? What is it like on the other side of life? Intense? Can you ever love too much without dying?

Well, I must get out of these sleeping clothes, out of my restless dreams, into the disorder of poetic order never to make sense.

Poet to Poet,
Sonya Rose


Letter to a Flying Queen “Sylvia Plath” by Sonya Rose {poetry video on YouTube}

Note: What I admire most about Sylvia she did live her life to the extreme, and had an intense passion for life.

dancing dandelions

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

i walked past…

my elementary school…

traveled through a girl and boy

classmates from the start…

the boy who I kissed

in the future….

turned around……..

to follow me…………………

onto the road to higher learning;

i am older now he sees……..

and the day is closing…

i am ice-skating…….

spinning around so much,

almost dizzy now days,

afraid of falling…

not, the boy…

man in his thirties

watched me…

as i told him to pray

for the Super natural…

and Two……….

other Things


Time and US

not really sure…

as I woke…

from a dream…

and forgot its ending…

my left wrist is hurting

this past Sunday


i am told on the highway

my industrious perseverance

will carry me to my goal

and i will receive recognition

for my work well done

it is the success…

after inexplicable delays

i can’t get discouraged

or become indiscreet……..

for winter will come again soon

and i will not freeze……………

next to the ice-laden trees

the white in the black

the light in a dream


© Sonya Rose

Rose’s Window

November 18, 2007 § Leave a comment

down the escalator……..

with business and love

to reach someone…..

in the old war park…

this someone……….

has no reward…..

for hard work or skill

he is there to escape…..

his problems and stress…….

we deliberately scare ourselves
so please bring—back to control….

our security level, she is a symbol……..

of success in a circle … any figure………

of five lines, he walks with the goddess……

head underground—speaks of the forgotten

Star Wars … i have heard under my sleep

of the five roads, provinces, paths………

of earth, air, fire, water, spirit………….

of generosity, courtesy, chivalry….

piety, no men rode; the planes

not one man, not the someone

i am seeking … that someone

is a folk symbol, when hundreds

thousands of innocent people

are vanishing … the all fearing…
this is a portion of life’s journey.

watching the planes without a beginning

or an end … remain still, almost perfect

…….the council; perhaps, i will begin

striking upwards … the phone rings

…and i answer quietly … the man

…on the other line… says…

sit … is not safe in the place…….

tonight…i wonder who he is meaning

to talk to … meantime, i am packing

up a computer and a fishbowl…….

….for a famous blonde’s fishes

she left Shiseido perfume

…and i was wondering

if i should take it along

for the ride; she is leaving

…with a few girls and a man

who guards her…………..

but cannot be fully trusted
and they leave without me….

strange … no one to call

… i am on my own

victim in disguise…

the soon to be, slave

is leaving for the market

it’s horrible … is she dieting?

this is how she rose to the top….

the man who calls for her to come is

secretly in love with her,…………..

totally, i can see a way out…

what’s a good time to go?

right now … he says


you want……

out? … you want

…to remember

my name………..

can you give me..

a minute……………..

he may be all talk

February’s payback.


© Sonya Rose

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