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It occurs, the brilliant light
Pulses once to blight the sight
Backflash lit in memory seared
Fades to fondest wish endeared
I search through leafs of carefree past
In scribbled lines left half undone
For wisdoms sage to point the path
Back to where it first begun
My one last chance to grip the quill
And spin the trials of venture bold
A gift to those that follow still
By spinning folly into gold
I've glimpsed the muse but ever on
Whomever reads the words I've drawn
Can only see the dimmer hues
Of inspirations fete subdued
Reflected in the oft tried guise
And only in what dreams surmise
To catch the softly fleeting knell
Of muses boldly colored spell
Piyush 3d
In a world where power is the
                    government’s rule,
       A boy receives a gift—a power to
                        change it all.
  The girl who grants it, a force beyond
                             control,
  Her gift will shape the future, but at a
                       cost she’ll call.

"To **** you...
Was that my fate?"
He questions, seeing
The final state.
"You lived just to die?"
He asks in pain.
                                        Yes, my life was
                                         never plain.
"Then why give me
This cursed power?"
                                        To face the truth
                                       In this final hour.
                                       In this world,
                             where ends must start,
                      Life exists to break hearts.
"But life's more
Than just an end!"
It's moments, feelings-
Just to mend.
                                     "No!" She says,
                                 "death's part of light,
                                   Without it shadows
                                    Fill the night."
"You think it's
Wordplay!"
He says with fire,
"Why are we born,
If not to aspire?".      
                                   She smiles softly,
                                   Her truth untold:
                                 "Hope and meaning-
                                   Flickers bold.
                                   To live for death
                                   seems too cold,
                                 But without the end,
                                  Life grows old."
"No, I won't accept
This fate!"
He shouts, feeling
The weight.            
                                 "If you believe in
                                  what's true,
                                  Take my life, it's
                                  Left to you.
                                  Strike me down,
                                  and you will gain,
                                  Change this world
                                  From joy to pain."
But then he spoke
With his eyes so deep,
Words that woke her
Up from sleep:
"You don't have to die
To be free,
Your the reason
I still breathe."
                                  Her gaze softened,
                                  A tear fell free-
                                  In that moment,
                                  She chose to be.
Ahhh, what a drag.
Still, it’s an incomplete piece.
Hope you like it.
Breeze 4d
So you’ve got troubles
That doesn’t make you unique
I know there are times
When you start to feel weak
You’ve got to face them
You can’t just wish them away
Talk to each other
Or it will fade away
Don’t leave each other guessing
Stop playing your games
Or you might find yourself feeling lonely
And you’ll be searching aimlessly

Stand Tall; Don’t you take a fall
Let the music rock your soul
When life gets you down bounce back for more
Stand Proud; say it out loud
No one and nothing can keep you down
Prove it to me the next time I see you around

Working together
You can accomplish great things
Sharing your secrets
Brings you security
Trust in each other
If you truly believe
You’ll find your path
To all of your dreams
Problems will always stand in your way
Stick together; fight them away
If you try to fight them yourself
You may find her walking with someone else

Stand Tall; Don’t you take a fall
Let the music rock your soul
When life gets you down bounce back for more
Stand Proud; say it out loud
No one and nothing can keep you down
Prove it to me the next time I see you around

If situations pull you apart
Stick together; keep her close to your heart
You better find a way to make a new start

Stand Tall; Don’t you take a fall
Let the music rock your soul
When life gets you down bounce back for more
Stand Proud; say it out loud
No one and nothing can keep you down
Prove it to me the next time I see you around
Well it’s hard to see big blue skies,
When all the clouds around try to blind
Feeling like Icarus when flyin’
Everyone is trying to bring me down
So as I soar on higher, please remain calm
I’m well aware I’ll be consumed
Just let me find my fire.
Sometimes you have to go it alone against all odds and find what you’re passionate about even if you fail at first.
Piyush Apr 25
Born with nothing in my hand,
I stumbled upon this place,
Now I hold what silence sends—
A loaded gun, a pen that bends.

Love songs echo, cold and done,
No battles left that I have won.
The ground beneath me slips and slides,
I dream of stars where silence hides.

Why must each tale end with me?
Why not begin where I could be?
This mask still clings—it will not fall,
But I can't ****.
I hear the call.

I hear it speak in quiet halls,
A voice that echoes off the walls.
It tells me, write, or lose it all—
The pain, the love, the rise, the fall.

These pages show the things I hide,
The tears I've wiped, the times I've lied.
The gun is cold, it stays with me,
A shadow of who I could be.

They say the stars are born in fire—
But I was shaped by lost desire.
Not joy, not hate, not something grand—
Just silence I don’t understand.

So still I write, though none may read,
With heavy hands and quiet need.
This mask I wear, this war I fight—
This is my truth.
This is my night.
Rizma Aulia Apr 16
How sweet the thought, of laughter gently traced
Illuminates the void where night once braced
So near it feels, within my grasp
So dearly I wish to weave its clasp

I pondered yestermorn with wistful sigh
As tempests passed and clouds swept high
Speak thy heart, say what thou seek
And surely, it shall find thee meek
Poem potatoes,
I cannot dig them out
or present them at table
for the admiration of my greedy fellows,
the soil of me is raw just now
word tubers withered and sour
wrinkled old men faces survey me
with their squinted many sprouted eyes
and defy me to do better,
or produce a mealy crop of no particular flavour
a bitter harvest,
best to leave things fallow then
rest my growing ground
and see what fills the bucket next time round
Joss Lennox Apr 15
facing deepest truth—
in the belly of the whale
finding purpose there
my attempt at Haiku for Writer's Digest daily poetry prompt writing challenge for April 15, 2025, "Write a poetic form poem and/or anti-form poem." I chose to write about liminal spaces, essentially because, I'm almost drawn to them. Although most of them tend to be nostalgic, eerie, isolating, haunting, confusing or disorienting, I find the transition to be beautiful. There's a sense of hope in uncertainty that I find remarkable in all of us. How we overcome our obstacles and turn them into our victories. They're incredibly inspirational to me. Looking at it from a melancholic view, I think most writers/poets are melancholic, or at least a little cholic (you'll only get this if you're an office fan, maybe not even then). I tend to be drawn to nostalgia or even longing or heartbreak. It's morbid and depressing I guess, but I find loads of learning, inspiration and opportunity there.
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