#fate poems on Hello Poetry

Dom Mar 30

Tethered

Is there a warning,
or is it preordained?
How souls meet in the flick of a flame,
a candlelit silhouette puppetry
that plays out our destiny in irony.
But if I could reach from this page,
I’d caress your heart as we journeyed through space,
in all those ethereal orbs circling your light.
Could I be the one to give you life?

And who decided -
this divide could unbind us,
tethering us together
forever in a single harmonic sound?
We unite and ignite.
Time be ******,
there are no rules anyway.
As we tangle like a woven weave,
golden as we shine upon the stream, conscience save me—
as it all repeats,
tethered together forever,
souls met in the flick of a flame.

#souls #twinflame #concept #spiritual #fate #pontification #fiction

evangeline Mar 30

Adrasteia and I Were Lovers Once.

Some nights, she calls for me still. I listen for the luring hum of her temptress chant, her bewitching ballad, her siren song. “Let us bathe together again under the clever moon,” she sings. “Let us join hands once more and we shall stain the night with truth!” Lady Justice beckons me nearer, but I turn my eyes to the sun. Though my spirit yearns for the atonement in her touch, my heart no longer kneels to her carnal call. I thank her for her mischief and I kiss her vengeful lips for the last time. Farewell, my sweet Goddess of Divine Retribution! I close my eyes, and when I open them again, she is gone— effervescent in the amaranthine midnight.

Adrasteia has multiple meanings in Greek mythology: Goddess of retribution and balance. Derived from the Greek word adrestos, meaning "not runaway", Adrasteia represented the inescapability of punishment. In later periods, she became associated with inevitable fate and was considered a twin-like figure to Nemesis, the goddess of vengeance.

This one is about letting nature take its course. Karma works best alone. She doesn’t need my help.

#healing #karma #revenge #punishment #closure #retribution #goddess #fate #adrasteia

Immortality Mar 25

eyes speak

she feel his gaze,
he feels her–
silent admiration.

"why not confess?"
cupid sighs,
but god only smiles,
"some love is made
to be felt,
not said."

May be, they are not coward or scared;
it’s just their love language....;)

#unspoken #admiration #divine #silent #love #fate #cupid #god #emotions #romantic

Phia Mar 22

Kismet

As your lips find their home against mine
Our breathing becomes one
And I can’t help but feel
Like we were put on this earth
For this very moment

Kismet: (n.). destiny; fate.

#kismet #fate #romance #love #kiss

Sana Mar 20

Celestial orbits of Love, Eclipsed by fate

I guess I'll love you like the sun,
Despite so many things it could've won.
It chose to give its light to the moon,
Hoping, one day, they'll meet soon.
I guess I'll love you like the moon,
Who saw the Earth as a boon,
And circled endlessly round it,
Despite knowing the hearts it had lit.
I guess I'll love you like the Earth,
Who revolved around the sun despite knowing its worth.
Despite the effort and longing it took,
It believed that one day, the sun will look.
But destiny didn’t let
The day come when the sun and moon met.
Destiny couldn’t accept
The reason It followed the Earth—
The depth.
And destiny was too shook,
To let the sun even look.
For us, what if destiny isn’t ready?
Will you still write with me, our own medley?

Celestial orbits of love, Eclipsed by fate is the silent choreography of the universe, where bodies of light chase one another in an endless waltz, bound by gravity yet separated by fate. The sun, a blazing heart of fire, gives its warmth freely, knowing it may never feel the embrace of the moon, who only glows in its reflection. The Earth, caught in this cosmic longing, turns tirelessly, drawn to the sun yet captivated by the moon’s quiet pull. They move in harmony, yet destiny ensures they remain just out of reach—forever near, forever apart. It is a love story written in the stars, where longing outlives time, and distance becomes the poetry of the heavens. ✨🌙🔥

#love #space #sun #moon #earth #music #fate #destiny

ahintofpoetry Mar 19

Verkering

Control is a moment fleeting,
A fading feeling in-between fate.
Therefore, it's said that love just happens.
Clearly, it's a lie too great.
"F*ck you, my puppeteer..
A Fool you make of Me!"
But when I look up,
I see the strings strung tight
around fingertips of mine.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Don't look back to me like that at all.
"Who is to blame of the land?
Why, it seems control was in your hand.."

'Verkering' is Dutch for relationship, but it's older meaning isn't used any more in this time, which is 'something that happened'. It inspired me to write this poem.

#love #control #responsibility #fate

Ankush Mar 16

Cursed

They ask,
How can I live?

And say,
They could not.

I laugh
and they laugh along.

Some days after,
They ask again,
How can I survive?

And say,
They wouldn't be able to.

I laugh again,
So they laugh along.

Now I ask myself,
How cursed am I?
& I let myself
Cry.

And when they ask again,
I just smile.

When I was 6 , my family found out that I have a disease called celiac disease or for short gluten/ wheat allergy , so basically I can't eat anything made from wheat , my lifestyle and diet is very different from those in my country, I am cut off from eating every thing outside.
So for ten years I have been constantly asked by my friends , cousins and sometimes very close friends , they joke , they ask , they pity , they sympathise , and they ask how can I live.
I don't know if it should have been me more tough to laugh and laugh again on the same question over and over again.

#inner #turmoil #cursed #fate #survival #existence #melancholy

Dorian Mar 15

Save my breath

I'll save my breath and walk away
From all the pain in my way
Grab my bag and disappear
No one will be there to hear

I'll save my breath and walk away
Giving up this foul display
I will expand my range
Because something has to change

I'll take my pen and challenge fate
Won't be the fool in my own game
I won't waste a single card
Glory will be my reward

#fate

Dianali Mar 15

Scheduled

Walking past a building
Being built,
As I type this.
I wonder—
Is some core memory
There,
Waiting for me?

#fate #life #future