Poems

In the shadow of a woman, lies a world unseen, A place of secrets, of hopes and dreams. Her silhouette dances, in the flicker of the light, A gentle swaying motion, in the stillness of the night. Her essence is elusive, like a whisper on the breeze, A fleeting glimpse of beauty, that's hidden by the trees. But if you look closer, beyond the darkened veil, You'll find a soul that's vibrant, with stories to unveil. A heart that beats with passion, a mind that's sharp and clear, A spirit that is fearless, and free from doubt and fear. So don't be fooled by shadows, or what ma…

Engraving thoughts, a sacred art, To etch one's soul upon the heart. With every word and every line, A piece of oneself we leave behind. The pen becomes a chisel sharp, As we carve our thoughts upon the page. Each stroke, a mark upon the stone, A lasting memory we call our own. Emotions run wild, free to flow, As we delve deep into the unknown. Our fears, our dreams, our passions true, All come alive in shades of hue. The rhythm of our hearts beats strong, As we set our words to song. Each note, a melody of our soul, That echoes through the ages whole. Engraving thoughts, a tim…

Beyond this realm of mortal breath, Lies a mystery, beyond life and death, A realm where spirits soar and fly, Where time is eternal and souls never die. Some say it's paradise, a heaven so bright, Where we reunite with loved ones, in pure delight, Others say it's a void, where nothingness reigns, Where the soul dissolves, and life ends its pains. But what if life after death is not so clear, What if it's a journey, with twists and turns, we fear, A path of growth, where the soul evolves and learns, A chance to shed our mortal form, and awaken to new turns. Perhaps in death, we fin…

The God of atheist, some might say, Is a concept strange and hard to portray. For how can one believe in a higher power, Without the trappings of religion to devour? But perhaps the God of atheist is not so distant, Nor so removed from the world that we exist in. Perhaps this God is simply the force of reason, The guiding light of logic in every season. The God of atheist might be the voice of doubt, The questioning mind that never fully checks out. The God of atheist might be the empathy we share, The compassion that reminds us of our humanity and care. For in a world that often s…

If I was an empty bottle, weathered and worn, A vessel once filled, now left forlorn, I'd speak of tales whispered in the night, Of moments of joy and sorrows held tight. I'd remember the days of sparkling delight, When I held the nectar, the wine so bright, Cheers and laughter, swirling in the air, Each sip a memory, beyond compare. But time has passed, and the contents are gone, The taste and the fragrance, both withdrawn, Now I stand alone, a relic of the past, A silent witness, in shadows I'm cast. Yet, I find solace in my vacant state, For emptiness grants me a chance to cont…

What is the meaning of life, we ask, A question that's plagued us since time past, Is it love, or happiness, or success we seek, Or is there something more that we need to seek? Some say it's the journey, not the destination, That makes life worth living, a beautiful creation, For in the twists and turns of the road we take, We find our purpose, our reason to awake. Others say it's the people we meet along the way, The connections we make, the love we convey, For in the bonds we forge with those we hold dear, We find the meaning we've been searching for, clear. And then there are t…

Love is a force, a power divine, It makes the heart skip a beat, the eyes shine. It takes us to places we've never been, Fills our hearts with joy, makes us feel like kings and queens. It's a feeling that is beyond explanation, A force that can move even the toughest nation. It makes us do things we never thought we could, It changes us completely, for better or for good. Love is a journey that takes time, It's like a mountain that we must climb. We'll face hardships, we'll fall down, But love will lift us up and we'll stand on higher ground. It's a feeling that's pure, that's true…

A mother's love is like the sun, A radiant warmth that's second to none. Her gentle touch can soothe and heal, A love so pure, so strong, so real. She bears us within her womb, Nurturing us until we bloom. She's our first friend, our first guide, A source of comfort through every tide. A mother's love is a steady flame, That burns bright in joy and pain. She sacrifices her own desires, To kindle in us our own fires. She's the one who taught us to walk, Held our hands and helped us talk. Her wisdom and strength we can always rely, A beacon that guides us through the darkest sky. …

I awoke in silence, pressed in leather walls
 A prisoner in a wallet’s breathless halls
 My face was masked by others weight
 And the wheat etched on me began to desiccate He drew me out to ease his load
 A thickened wallet’s heavy road
 Unknowing, he had set me free
 My wheat could breathe, my soul could be But hands returned, no freedom stayed
 For change was counted, debts were paid
 I slid again into a pocket deep
 Where clutter crushed me in its heap A sudden slip, a careless shake
 I felt the open air awake
 I tumbled down with a ringing sound
 And spun in circles on the ground I bou…

I sit on the staircase, a notebook in hand
 Ten steps away from where dreams softly stand
 The air is still, the sunlight slow
 I wait for a thought, for a verse to grow Before me he lies, a whitish-furred guard
 His body at ease, though the ground is hard
 His chest rises steady, his eyelids fall
 Yet nothing escapes him — he senses it all From the corner of sight, his eye softly turns
 A flicker of knowing, where half-sleep burns
 He does not stir, he does not flee
 But quietly tells me: I’ve noticed thee I pause with a smile, the silence is kind
 A strange little bond forms, unspoken, in…