I am Igor Marynowski, creative person, author of "55 Letters to the Beloved"
Fortress of Hope
On a hillside rocky and harsh, A fortress stands, proud and lone. Carved from massive granite stones, It greets the dawn's first luminous glow. Skyward stretch its towering spires, Guarding secrets of a bygone age. Though in ruins it may appear now, Hope flows within like a ceaseless stream. Vines embrace the ancient walls, Youth and joy fill its chambers once more. Though empty stand those mighty halls, Whose banners faded in yester-years. 'Tis but tricks of light and shadow Concea...
Fortress of Hope
On a hillside rocky and harsh, A fortress stands, proud and lone. Carved from massive granite stones, It greets the dawn's first luminous glow. Skyward stretch its towering spires, Guarding secrets of a bygone age. Though in ruins it may appear now, Hope flows within like a ceaseless stream. Vines embrace the ancient walls, Youth and joy fill its chambers once more. Though empty stand those mighty halls, Whose banners faded in yester-years. 'Tis but tricks of light and shadow Concea...
Good Schoolgirl
She walks with cheerful steps along, The path that leads to school. She cares not for the gaudy throng, Her mind is serenene and cool. She loves to learn and share her lore, With friends and schoolmates dear. She has a gentle, generous heart That feels for others' tears She finds delight in books and art And nature's varied charms She heeds the voice of conscience smart And shuns the wrongdoer's harms Content with what she has, her own, Vain seeking she'll despise. She shi...
Good Schoolgirl
She walks with cheerful steps along, The path that leads to school. She cares not for the gaudy throng, Her mind is serenene and cool. She loves to learn and share her lore, With friends and schoolmates dear. She has a gentle, generous heart That feels for others' tears She finds delight in books and art And nature's varied charms She heeds the voice of conscience smart And shuns the wrongdoer's harms Content with what she has, her own, Vain seeking she'll despise. She shi...
Navigating Life's Endless Variations
Movement Through moments of life
Soul of Creativity
She dances on the fields of imagination like the wind, Wild and unbound. A creative soul, Inspiration for all around. She flows like a river, Ever changing, ever new. Embracing each moment, As a flower kisses the dew. She wanders like the clouds, Sometimes dark, sometimes light. Ever exploring, ever seeking, A dream in the constant flight. She is today and tomorrow, A fleeting thought, a timeless song. At once still and stirring, She marches to her own destiny. A child of the earth, Yet belon...
Soul of Creativity
She dances on the fields of imagination like the wind, Wild and unbound. A creative soul, Inspiration for all around. She flows like a river, Ever changing, ever new. Embracing each moment, As a flower kisses the dew. She wanders like the clouds, Sometimes dark, sometimes light. Ever exploring, ever seeking, A dream in the constant flight. She is today and tomorrow, A fleeting thought, a timeless song. At once still and stirring, She marches to her own destiny. A child of the earth, Yet belon...
Looking From my Window
Poem about person who looks from the Window
Beloved of the Pearl Diver
Fantasy poem
The Birds Talk to Me
The birds talk to me In their chirping melody They tell me stories of the sky Of clouds and stars and how they fly They sing to me of freedom and joy Of soaring high and feeling coy They whisper secrets of the wind Of storms and rainbows and where they've been The birds talk to me And I listen with glee They make me smile and wonder why I can't join them in their flight? Igor MarynowskiBoy and his father with bird
The Birds Talk to Me
The birds talk to me In their chirping melody They tell me stories of the sky Of clouds and stars and how they fly They sing to me of freedom and joy Of soaring high and feeling coy They whisper secrets of the wind Of storms and rainbows and where they've been The birds talk to me And I listen with glee They make me smile and wonder why I can't join them in their flight? Igor MarynowskiBoy and his father with bird
