What makes “good old days” so memorable? GOOD OLD DAYS Come on, transport meto the era when it borethe moniker “good old days,”not for its inherent goodness,but for the simplicity it wore. Maybe, in simplicity’s robe,it finds its elusive goodness,a time when complexities were sparse,and life unfolded in an uncomplicated course. Take me back to […]
Hurricane, a poem by Kelvin Jasi, is a reflection of the past and the changes that come with it. HURRICANE In the looming shadow of my past,Every present word and act cast.Seeking escape, to dark corners I’m drawn,A hoodie shields me, optimism withdrawn. Blinded to the light of the future’s grace,Yesterday’s glory consumes hope’s trace.A
My breath, my life, my thoughts… how do rocks live long? MY BREATH I reside in languid days,Threaded with the art of waiting. There exists a current,A ceaseless streamof majestic journeys,of stones cascading,falling from the heavens,only to dissolveunder the cascade of waters. In this stream, I dwell. I perceive the mountainswhispering in hushed tones, at
NARCISSISM You love yourself more than anyone elseYou think you are perfect and flawlessYou crave admiration and praiseYou despise criticism and blame You lack empathy and compassionYou disregard others’ feelings and opinionsYou exploit and manipulate peopleYou hurt and betray them without remorse You are arrogant and entitledYou think you deserve everything and moreYou are envious
A heartbreak poem about narcissistic behavior in relationships. NARCISSIST You think you are the center of the universeThe sun that shines on everyone elseYou think you are the best thing that ever happened to meThe only one who can make me happy But you are nothing but a black holeA void that sucks the life
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REVEAL Gladly you departed,Shutting my window to your tainted light, my heart restarted.Like a ship beyond land’s borders, you sailed out of sight,A chapter closed, embracing the healing night. Walking with you was on a path with nails and pebbles,Our kisses felt like barbed wire, and your words were like glass revels.Your heart, crystal cold,
A birthday acrostic poem for Yolanda Peter. YOLANDA PETER Y our day is here, a special time to celebrate,O verflowing with joy, it’s fate,L et’s gather ’round, our friend so dear,A nd wish you happiness, year after year.N ever-ending laughter, love so true,D ancing through life, always with you,A heart so warm, and a spirit
The poet pinches his pen in trance, eyes closed, eyelids in perfect harmony From his chair, he ventures into his mind. What does he see? A miniature window in the darkness, A light source in the abyss. Clenching the frame, The scenery changes. Surrounded by lustrous Green leaves, He is standing by a stream. Its
Awaken now, my sweetheart, I say,Open your eyes to this bright, shining day.Arise, my sweetheart, and with me, please do stray,Through gardens lush, in joy, we’ll find our way. Look, beyond the window’s clear array,The sun’s warm light, to lead us on our stay.Embrace, my darling, for together we’ll sway,Down winding paths, where life’s dreams
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