Poems by Jordan A. Leturgez

In a sunlit room where shadows play,

Where laughter dances through the day,

A world awakens, bold and bright,

Where toys come alive in the soft twilight.

Woody stands with a heart so true,

A cowboy's courage in every hue,

With Stinky Pete and the others near,

They conquer fears, dispelling tears.

Buzz Lightyear, with courage unbound,

To infinity and beyond, he's found,

A space ranger lost, yet never alone,

In the realm of the young, he's truly home.

Through whispers of friendship, loyalty's song,

In the face of the night, they steadfastly throng,

From the bedroom floor to the wide-open skies,

They teach us the magic that never quite dies.

Yet the bittersweet pulse of a child's embrace,

In the passage of time, we all must face,

For as dawn creeps in and the playtime must wane,

In the heart of each child, the echoes remain.

So look to your toys, with love in your gaze,

For they're guardians, wrapped in our childhood haze,

They know every secret, every untouched fear,

In the silence of dusk, their wisdom draws near.

In the heart of each story, where memories dwell,

The magic's not lost; it continues to swell,

For as long as a child dares to dream and to play,

In the land of lost dreams, we'll forever stay.

In the heart of the forest, where shadows weave dreams,

Lies a haven of silence, where sunlight gleams,

A family of bears, with souls intertwined,

Embody the bond that nature designed.

The mother, a guardian, strong and so wise,

With eyes like deep waters reflecting the skies,

She cradles her cubs, soft breaths in the night,

In the whispering woods, they find warmth and light.

The cubs, ever playful, like leaves in the breeze,

Stumble through meadows, with laughter that frees,

They tumble and chase, beneath branches so green,

Life's simple joys in a world unseen.

With each gentle hug, the world fades away,

In the strength of their bond, they find hope and play,

Through thorny brambles and rivers so wide,

Together they wander, with love as their guide.

When storms roll in with a thunderous roar,

They huddle together, hearts beating like oars,

In the chaos of nature, fierce winds may blow,

But in the arms of each other, they always will grow.

As seasons keep turning, the years swiftly fly,

The cubs become giants, under vast, endless skies,

Yet still in their hearts, where memories rest,

Lies the essence of family, the eternal quest.

So here's to the bears, in their wilderness space,

A testament woven of love, time, and grace,

May we cherish our own, through tempest and calm,

For family, like forests, nurtures the balm.

In the heart where whispers weave through emerald leaves,

A towering figure reigns, where the wild heart believes.

With branches like arms that cradle the skies,

The King of the Forest, where silence replies.

His roots run deep in the earth's ancient womb,

A tapestry woven with secrets and bloom.

Beneath the moon's silver, he stands ever tall,

Guardian of shadows, protector of all.

The birds sing his praises, a chorus so sweet,

While rustling leaves dance to the rhythm of feet.

The deer tiptoe softly, in reverent grace,

In the kingdom of green, they each find their place.

Storms may come raging, with thunderous roar,

Yet he stands unwavering, a sentinel sure.

For ages he's witnessed the seasons unfold,

Through summers and winters, through stories retold.

Yet in his great stature, a wisdom imbues,

That life's fleeting moments are what we must choose.

The laughter of children, the scent of the rains,

All weave in his essence, where memory reigns.

So gather around him, dear souls longing free,

For the King of the Forest, he cradles the plea.

In his shade, find solace, in his roots, find your home,

In the heart of the wild, may you never roam alone.

And when you hear whispers, like secrets unfurled,

Know the spirit of nature has gifts for the world.

For the King of the Forest, in stillness, decrees,

That love is the essence in every soft breeze.

In the quiet corners of a fleeting day,

Where shadows whisper secrets, and light turns gray,

There lies a heart, stitched with threads of dreams,

Yet tangled in silence, unraveling seams.

I wander through moments, where echoes swell,

In the bright bustling world, I feel like a shell--

A vessel of longing, adrift on the tide,

Yet beneath the still waters, fierce currents abide.

Oh, loneliness wraps like a shroud in the night,

Yet carries a spark of resilience, a light;

For I sit with my thoughts like old friends in a room,

And craft them to words that defy the gloom.

With ink in my veins, I bleed truths undone,

Each line a companion, my battles begun;

Though solitude hovers like mist in the air,

I etch out my journey, my dreams laid bare.

In the garden of struggle, I nurture the flame,

For loneliness whispers, but I won't feel shame;

I'll rise with a purpose, through doubt and disdain,

Each heartbeat a promise--I'll dance through the pain.

So I gather the pieces, both broken and whole,

And whisper to the dark, "You won't steal my soul."

For I get lonely too, yes, I wear that badge tight,

But I still put in work, carving pathways of light.

With every new stanza, I build and I break,

For the gift of creation, it's mine to awake;

In the symphony of silence, my heart finds its song,

I embrace all its shadows, and know I belong.

So here's to the lonely, the weary, the bold,

Who weave their own stories, each thread turned to gold;

We rise through the solitude, crafting our worth,

For though I get lonely, I'll still put in work.

In whispered winds where dreams take flight,
And stars weave tales in the cloaks of night,
There lies a quest, both gentle and bold,
To please the world, a treasure to hold.

Oh, the laughter of children--a chorus divine,
As they chase the sun and in innocence shine,
With heartbeats that echo on pathways of grace,
They paint vibrant murals in the softest embrace.

A garden of souls, where compassion blooms,
In the spaces between us, where silence looms,
We gather the stories, the scars we conceal,
For each heart that breaks bears a beauty surreal.

To please the world is to dance in the rain,
To find joy in the struggle, to honor the pain,
To weave threads of kindness in fabrics of time,
To lift up the fallen, to seek out the rhyme.

We share in our burdens, we bask in our light,
United as shadows entwined in the night,
For every small kindness, a ripple will rise,
An ocean of empathy under boundless skies.

So let us be dreamers, with courage and might,
Creating a canvas, in colors so bright,
In the symphony's heart, may our melodies blend,
A song for the world, where love knows no end.

For to please the world is to truly belong,
To nurture the weak and celebrate strong,
In the mirror of kindness, may we always see,
That to please the world is to be truly free.

In the heart of the concrete, where dreams clash and meld,
Beneath the hum of the city, a symphony swelled.
With echoes of sneakers that whisper and shout,
In the dance of the hustle, there's no room for doubt.

A glint in their eyes, the young ones appear,
With passion ignited, fueled by hopes and fear.
They lace up their courage, the court their domain,
In every dribble's rhythm, they find joy in the strain.

Bouncing dreams on asphalt, arcs of sky-high shots,
Each feint and each pivot, a battle of thoughts.
The crowd roars like thunder on the wings of a pass,
In the cradle of hustle, the seconds can last.

Grit on their palms, ambition in flight,
They chase down the dusk, turning shadows to light.
Every missed chance, a lesson to earn,
Each victory echoed in the passion they burn.

What stories they carry, what burdens they share,
With every three-pointer, they conquer despair.
The hustle is real, woven deep in their soul,
A testament glowing, a fire to extol.

For in every jump shot, in every laid-up lay,
Lives the heartbeat of hope that refuses to sway.
So here's to the dreamers who take their stand,
In the hustle of hoops, they build their own brand.

Through sweat and through laughter, through heartache and pain,
They're crafting a legacy, a sweet refrain.
For in the game of life, both radiant and raw,
The hustle of hoops teaches us all to soar.

In the cradle of dusk, where shadows entwine,
Love blooms like roses with thorns so divine.
A heartbeat, a whisper, a sigh in the night,
Yet wrapped in the velvet of a lingering fright.

Oh sweet serenade of the heart's soft refrain,
Each note is a marvel, yet laced with a stain.
For every caress brings a flicker of flame,
And passion ignites what we never can tame.

We dance through the fields, where dreams trace the skies,
Yet fear stalks our steps, wearing truth in disguise.
With laughter like petals that fall in the breeze,
We cradle the laughter, but what of the grief?

For love is a river with currents unseen,
That carries the echoes of what might have been.
Promises slip through like sand in our hands,
Building castles of hope on unsteady strands.

In moments of bliss, our spirits align,
But the sorrow of longing, that bittersweet vine,
Wraps tighter around, chokes the breath of our joy,
As echoes of silence thwart hope to destroy.

Yet still, we believe in the power of pain,
In the lessons of hearts that take shelter from rain.
For love, in its grasp, may break us apart,
But with every fracture, it molds us a heart.

So let us embrace the anguish we bear,
In the tapestry woven of love and despair.
For each tear that glistens holds beauty untold,
In the bittersweet story of hearts brave and bold.

If you think you're lonely now,

Just listen to the whispering trees,

Their branches reaching out in silence,

Bearing storms with graceful ease.

The moon watches from the heavens,

A solitary beacon in the night,

Shedding light on empty streets,

A reminder of souls taking flight.

If you think you're lonely now,

Feel the gentle touch of falling rain,

Each drop a tear from clouds above,

A symphony of loss and pain.

But in the loneliness, there is beauty,

A quiet space for introspection,

A chance to discover hidden treasures,

In the depths of our connection.

So if you think you're lonely now,

Embrace the solitude with grace,

For in the stillness of the heart,

We find our truest place.

In the heart of every dreamer lies a spark,

A yearning for greatness, a flame in the dark.

Through trials and tribulations, we strive,

With courage and passion, we come alive.

We reach for the stars, we chase the unknown,

With each step we take, our true strength is shown.

Through sweat and tears, through fears and doubts,

We push ourselves forward, beyond the clouds.

The path to greatness is paved with sweat and toil,

But in the end, it's worth every drop of oil.

For in the struggle, we find our true selves,

And in our striving, our greatness delves.

So never give up, never let go,

For in your heart, the fire will glow.

Strive for greatness, reach for the sky,

And let your dreams soar, like birds on high.

When shadows stretch and hopes grow thin,

And doubts like whispers claw within,

Remember this, though tempests bend--

The heart will find a way to mend.

Each tear that falls, a seed of grace,

That sprouted in a barren place;

With every struggle, every fight,

We gather strength, we summon light.

In valleys deep where darkness looms,

Life's sweetest blooms amidst the glooms;

For every night that's harsh and cold,

A dawn awaits with dreams untold.

The path is long, with twists and turns,

In every loss, a lesson burns;

Each stumble teaches, each fall inspires,

To forge a soul that climbs and never tires.

So when the weight of the world feels grim,

And worn-out shoes make hope seem dim,

Lift up your gaze to the skies ahead--

Believe, dear heart, you'll win in the end.

For victory's not just a final score,

But the courage found when we love and soar,

It's in the bonds we choose to forge,

It's in the hearts that brightly gorge.

So march forth boldly, let fears rescind,

Embrace the journey with open arms,

For every heartbeat, every hand to lend,

Whispers softly: "You will win in the end."