poetry by Zerayn D.
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 4
Disillusionment The phoenix gazes at a man of diamond,tough, proud and his wisdom fully grown,with elegance and brilliance, he stands tall,a figure that commands respect from all. But beneath that tough, unyielding face,a hidden deceit, a hollow space,the phoenix, fooled… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 3
The Phoenix has spoken I am forged in the fiery blaze,A cuckoo’s cry in sorrow’s haze.With every breath, I rise and soar,My wings ignite, the woodland will roar.Through searing heat, I will take flight,And scorch this land with endless might.If… Continue reading
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Ascension of the Flames- Canto 2
Where the Phoenix shall rise The eagle mourned through months of loss,the cuckoo lynched, a cruel emboss,ruthless avifauna’s made him bled,in his old nest, now stained with blood. Blood and feathers marked the ground,the remnants of a murder profound,until summer’s… Continue reading
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Torn between fear and hurting people
Free Verse Poetry Worried what you might say,guessing where is the way, I have come to a brink, a state of bafflement, never wanting here to stay,desiring much to go away, Scared to leave you with hurts,and not knowing what… Continue reading
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The Unevenness of Living
What do you complain about the most? Free verse poetry I complain to the heavens,the uneveness of living,one born poor, only dreaming to be rich,one born unique and peculiar is called ugly,one of leveled height called short,one arrayed of shades… Continue reading
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The Phoenix of Justice: Reclaiming Our Voices- Canto 1
Free Verse Poem of Laments Torn between worlds and words,I don’t want to share with your fears, I wish a place where people are free to laugh,enjoy their friendship, recover well and work peacefullynot scared of judgment, not worried about… Continue reading
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A Cuckoo Found Home 9
The Last Sight as the sun dips below the sky, the eagle takes flight,spying prey in the valley, it’s a grand sight,in a distant river, where nature flourishes,a place of endless bounties, it’s lush and luxurious,this oasis of abundance attracts… Continue reading
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Love: Is It Really the Greatest Gift?
another try of a reverse poem There is no greatest gift I’ve knownwe all seek such gift like love,love built bridges beyond spaces,we have seen some of that,struck down, broken, crashed in spirit,what becomes of those pursuing love,another love restores… Continue reading
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Tribute to The Tribe
Free Verse Poetry I am proud of who we have become. We sailed together,through the highest crestsand the deepest troughs Though remaining in the rest positionare always stolen,we stayed in the same motionand did not opt to goas breaking waves… Continue reading
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A Cuckoo Found Home 8
Deceitful Blue Cuckoo Although fears have taunted and haunted me so,I found a blue cuckoo nearby, flying high and low.In this place he knows well, a bird so agile and clever,My trust it did gain, despite the unknown refrain.In him… Continue reading
Per-nal 