poetry

  • 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

  • Unveiling Love: A Poetic Reflection

    The speaker reflects on their indifference towards a man they once perceived as a mere illusion. With changing seasons, they realize his genuine warmth and long to deepen their connection and understanding of him. Continue reading

    Unveiling Love: A Poetic Reflection
  • Faces Game

    a free verse poetry It is cold and it’s gonna be cold,because that’s the way it is,It is both bitter and sweet. The leaves grow no more,they dry up and wind takes them,they fall to ground, swept away,flown to the… Continue reading

    Faces Game
  • 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

    The Phoenix of Justice: Reclaiming Our Voices- Canto 1
  • 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

    A Cuckoo Found Home 9
  • 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

    Love: Is It Really the Greatest Gift?
  • 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

    Tribute to The Tribe
  • Numb in the trough of waves

    A sentimental poetry It’s wrong, but I can only say it is correctIt’s bad, but I can only say it is goodIt is an error, but I can only say it is right In failures, I say successIn darkness, I… Continue reading

    Numb in the trough of waves
  • Understanding People Dynamics

    Establishing balance in social-emotional context There’s a point when I realized paying attention to other people’s drama is taking a toll on me. Also, being kind and patient has been taken advantage of as I thought of it as a… Continue reading

    Understanding People Dynamics
  • Tears by the door

    A mother’s deep grief for her lost husband contrasts sharply with her child’s confusion and emotional detachment in class. Despite the child’s silent struggles and fading academic performance, the teacher feels helpless, yearning to provide support amidst the overwhelming sorrow. Continue reading

    Tears by the door