A Mini Poetry Blog
I can feel you, when I watch the sunlight glimmer, over the sea, when the moonbeams shimmer, over the stream. I can hear you, when the dust swirls high with a traveler passes by, when the nightingale sings with a lovely tilted eye. Strolling with my veiled steps, Into the twilight’s bright path, Echoed within thousands…
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Welcome to the Supreme Court of Humanity! We welcome the bravests among us to file lawsuits, But first we must warn you the rules absolute: Safety and acceptance are always pre-exclude, Appraisal, opprobrium shouldn’t catch you out of blue. Tell us your distress and ordeals, we will put you on the auto trials, In front…
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At last, the creator speaks: My child, To recognise happiness you must first suffer, To understand humanity you must first stagger, To acquire compassion you must first in tear, To encourage bravery you must first meet tiger, Then we will see you climb this magic ladder, to embrace your eternal lover, and spread your lights…
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Like a lady dying young, withering and frail, struggled to keep a queenly compose in her coral veil, Breaking free stern silence, led by the insane, she scolded out what have all been done in vain. Then she’s gone to join the dashing earth in peace, So naughty and tiny, barely showing her final face.…
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In my restless dreams I walked alone, through empty halls to the golden woods where autumn bloom. Beneath the grey icy water, I saw a vision glitter, then my reflection dissolved, into million particles of neon lights, lit up the diamond sky while you tenderly sighed. There I came flying, to the faraway kingdom with…
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1. That year, She was close to meet God, So was cousin George. The mountain landslide was an enraged raven, astound. Crooked typhoon mingled with phantom storms, spellbound. Breathless she was, engulfed, underground, So listen carefully, as some helpers’ voice heavenly approaching, only to cry out,’ Hey, who first? no time now!’ 2. The family…
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Sometimes, synchronicity does the strangest thing to us, what it is that meets the eyes? A spark of recognition, A strange familiarity, And perhaps, precisely a soul’s clandestine honesty. I’ve been peeking behind moonbeams, chasing behind hazy dreams, And still, I’m searching for a true gold, risking all the tokens I once behold. I’ve lost…
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He was mesmerized by the poem ‘Annabel Lee’, So he named me ‘Annabel’, as Papa’s Sweetie, Even when Granny call it all was nothing, but ‘American hippie’. Prophetic tragedy as it might seemed, Me and Annabel Lee stood nothing in common, except the unhappy half-in-heaven sort of daemon, bound to be engulfed by nights’ darkened…
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It’s done, I left. And, disinherited. They sworn I’d be left on my own, So tell me, Good Lords, Have I ever not been on my own? I am weary of the living, Weary of the long, blind struggle; I am weary of the trusting, Where my trusts but torments prove; Weary of the dimly…
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Darling, it was a disaster. That unbearable, dearest secret has always been a disaster. The hazard when we try to escape. Hanging over and over afterward what we should have done instead of what we did. But for those short times we seemed to be alive. Misled, misused, lied to and exploited, condemned. Still, through…
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It’s terrifying to step out the bounds of our lives, To step away from those limits we once believed, from friends we cherished, but sometimes we must. Sometimes God has a different path for us, One that feels impossible, for we must leave so much behind. One that feels lonely, for no one sees the…
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Happiness….. Not in another place, but this place; Not for another hour, but this hour; Not in sweet heaven, but this bitter earth; Not desired by stars, but this weary heart. We have wasted so much life, worried about future, dwell on past, afraid of a true self, fear of the collective. We want love,…
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Hijacked by Fate, she brought me there. I was sired and weaned in a Motherland, where I was not suppose to be, where a new identity was given, and where a wronged story began….. In a tropic world, ruled by year-round sultry summers and visited often by typhoon and storms, I knew the palm trees…
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I know I can run, but I have nowhere to hide, for my shadow will always catch up behind, unless, I’m determined to bath in the light. . . . . . Read Next: The Grand Melody Read More: Two Eternities
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Seasons come, seasons go, All day long, I can hear that souls’ echo, Calling me home. But to where? My life had been a story of survival, All my years I kept my own counsel, I’ve tasted my tears, covered by nights’ heavy pillow. I’ve tested my fears, hidden behind dawns’ soft meadow. And if…
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Poetry is a fantasy world, but I am incapable of appreciating some complicated words, for I have neither patience nor intelligence, for the vague and fake. too aloof, I’d save myself the grief. All night long, I’d rather hear the sleepers toss Between the darkened window and the wall. The madman’s whimper and the lover’s…
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