Drifting Through Rhyme Poems by John Mortola

Drifting Through Rhyme Poems by John Mortola Poetry that breathes, short poems and reflections by John Mortola. New pieces weekly. Read more at driftingthroughrhyme.com

Beyond My Eyes – John MortolaSome days seem to soften everything.The noise grows quieter.The heart becomes still.And som...
08/13/2026

Beyond My Eyes – John Mortola

Some days seem to soften everything.

The noise grows quieter.
The heart becomes still.
And somehow, we sense that what we can see is only part of what is.

Memories of those who came before us remain, their words and presence gently reaching across time, inviting us to look beyond the limits of our senses.

Perhaps there are moments when we don't need to understand what lies beyond.

We simply need to become quiet enough to feel it.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/beyond-my-eyes

Bubbles – John MortolaJoy has a way of bubbling up when we least expect it.A new thought.A sudden laugh.A spark of inspi...
08/12/2026

Bubbles – John Mortola

Joy has a way of bubbling up when we least expect it.

A new thought.
A sudden laugh.
A spark of inspiration.
A moment that makes the ordinary feel new again.

Perhaps life never really stops offering us these little bursts of wonder.

We just have to leave enough room for them to rise to the surface.

Read the poem here: https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/bubbles

Are You Talking to Me? – John MortolaWhy would you love me?It's such a simple question, yet behind it can live years of ...
08/11/2026

Are You Talking to Me? – John Mortola

Why would you love me?

It's such a simple question, yet behind it can live years of doubt, judgment, and the belief that love must somehow be earned.

But what if the answer is simpler?

Simply because you are.

Perhaps becoming kinder to ourselves doesn't require another struggle. Perhaps it begins quietly, by questioning the stories we've carried and choosing to see ourselves with the same grace we so readily offer others.

A kinder, gentler world may begin with becoming a kinder, gentler voice within.

08/07/2026

Dawn – John Mortola

Some wounds aren't visible.

They live quietly beneath the surface, carried for far longer than anyone else can see.

This poem is an invitation.

An invitation to compassion.
To healing.
To allowing ourselves and one another to receive love when we need it most.

Perhaps every new dawn offers us another chance to begin again.

Watch the poem, and if it speaks to your heart, share it with someone who might need its gentle reminder today.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/dawn

Always Listening – John MortolaIn the rush of everyday life, it's easy to overlook the quiet voice within.Not the voice ...
08/06/2026

Always Listening – John Mortola

In the rush of everyday life, it's easy to overlook the quiet voice within.

Not the voice of fear or worry, but the gentle presence that patiently guides us toward peace, wisdom, and a deeper understanding of ourselves.

It doesn't shout.
It doesn't demand.
It simply waits for us to become still enough to hear it.

Perhaps awareness isn't about finding something new.

Perhaps it's about listening to what has always been speaking.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/always-listening

Aloha – John MortolaWhat if life is far more alive than we imagine?What if every sunrise, every tree, every breeze, ever...
08/05/2026

Aloha – John Mortola

What if life is far more alive than we imagine?

What if every sunrise, every tree, every breeze, every smile carries its own unique expression of wonder?

When we begin to see the world with open eyes, the ordinary becomes extraordinary. We discover that life isn't something happening around us; it's something we're invited to participate in.

Every moment offers a new opportunity to experience, express, and share joy.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/aloha

Treasure Hunting – John MortolaJoy isn't always hidden in distant places.More often, it's tucked beneath the ordinary mo...
08/04/2026

Treasure Hunting – John Mortola

Joy isn't always hidden in distant places.

More often, it's tucked beneath the ordinary moments we rush past each day.

A kind word.A shaft of sunlight.The laughter of a friend.A quiet moment of gratitude.

Life has a way of scattering little treasures along our path.

The challenge isn't that they're rare...

It's remembering to look for them.

Read the full poem: https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/treasure-hunting

07/31/2026

Keystone – John Mortola

Sometimes the barriers that define our lives aren't built from circumstances
they're built from beliefs.

Fear.
Shame.
Guilt.
Self-judgment.

Over time, they stack upon one another until they feel permanent, as though they've always been there.

But what if the whole wall rests on a single stone?

What if one deeply held belief about yourself is supporting years of limitation?

This poem is a reminder that transformation doesn't always require tearing everything down. Sometimes it begins by questioning one assumption, one story, one judgment we've carried for far too long.

And when that keystone is removed, what once seemed impossible can crumble in an instant, revealing a life that was waiting all along.

Watch the full poem, and ask yourself:
What is the one belief I've accepted that no longer needs to remain?

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/keystone

Time Marches On – John MortolaWe often live as though the clock is our master.Counting the days.Watching the years.Feeli...
07/30/2026

Time Marches On – John Mortola

We often live as though the clock is our master.

Counting the days.
Watching the years.
Feeling the quiet pressure that whispers we're running out of time.

But what if the deepest moments of life aren't measured by minutes at all?

Love doesn't keep a schedule.
Wonder cannot be rushed.
Peace is found only in the present.

Perhaps the greatest freedom comes when we stop chasing the clock and start fully inhabiting the moment we're already in.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/time-marches-on

Tidal – John MortolaOur minds are rarely still.Ideas arrive like waves. So do worries, reminders, plans, and all the lit...
07/29/2026

Tidal – John Mortola

Our minds are rarely still.

Ideas arrive like waves. So do worries, reminders, plans, and all the little tasks that insist they can't wait.

But not every thought deserves our attention.

Sometimes the wisest thing we can do is watch them come and go without holding on. To smile at the urgency we've created, breathe deeply, and let the tide carry away what doesn't matter.

There is freedom in remembering that life isn't meant to be lived in constant seriousness. Sometimes a laugh is the most honest response.

Read the full poem:
https://driftingthroughrhyme.com/poems/tidal

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