Category: Poetry

Death of Love

6/25/2026

Love was a selfless act no longer,
only sought to gain.
The surface of life to scrape,
Never to risk a stain.

The bride sought to bring sparks,
To ignite the deeper flame.
But he indifference to take,
Held on to surface tame.

The love she feels is only for him, a tool.
How can she get him to see the jewel?

She found comfort. To him, he comes first,
She admires, he just tires.
With marriage she feels complete,
And deepens her commitment with every loving word, the few and far between.
He only toils her as bluster on the streets.

The love she feels is only for him, a tool
How can she get him to see the jewel?

Like tides pulled by the moon,
The bride held upon deeper love.
She remembers the saviour who came as man cannot,
To serve and toil; the fruit to wine.
He came for those of bad lot,
Then died against those he came to dine.

All hope lost, no love to find.
For love to surface gain,
The God above, liberty was blind.

The love she feels is only for him, a tool
How can she get him to see the jewel?

Then bursting forth
Love of this, grave could not hold.
He gave His life for those betrayers,
All to embrace in the final domain.
To make all those sons and daughters heirs.

Like the sky soaring dove,
The King never restrained.
Making life full drip of essence,
Like a lions full mane.
All these remain, faith, hope and love.
The greatest of these is love.

The bride now sees her toil as gain,
Even as he only sees her to tame.
She holds him tight like the moon does the tide,
Soon to have his heart applied

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Day and Night

3/16/2025

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I walk through the vibrant coloured light-engulfed environment,
atoms buzzing and soaring all around me.

I see far with my eyes and mind of wide-angle view,
feeling unlocked to all that could be achieved.

Filling the sun’s rays with all that needs to be done,
can I beat the sun before it pitches it’s tent?

Failing the race the heat leaves and the atoms rest in dense settlement.
My mind closes in and fear brings cold to these mortal bones.

I can no longer do all I wished,
The cold dim colours feel enclosing.

All around me I see peaceful slumbers,
I stand, the only one in darkness.

The cold solitary twilight begins to arm me,
and confidence builds with a sonder mind.

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Hidden Meaning

3/16/2025

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the depth of word, phrases and sentences

The pages we stare into deepens passed the very words on the page, like passing through a glass layer that holds the words and entering into the abyss of their world in which they create. The words, phrases, sentences and paragraphs hold the depths of their meaning in their infinite combinations.

Being sucked into the bowels of the pages where the mind and the words work together to show the vibrant colours, vast environments, elaborate relationships, narrow darknesses, and devastating emotions.

Holding the entirety of the universe between their pages, books are one of the most powerful things in the world, honing language and exploiting imagination; the powers of our minds. Thinking of our heads and the brain within them, we know that is not all that there is.

Another world, like a fourth dimension as a tesseract lies, waiting for our wandering. Within the three dimensions, perhaps there is a fourth like zooming in, disappearing and gaining the ability to travel anywhere. As we read we travel to wherever the author wishes to take us. Our minds capable to keep up in flight.

“Reading poetry”, for example, “allows one to see into the soul of another person, see what is weighing on their minds and on their hearts…” (Kim Barkley. Writer’s Digest). These normal everyday words come together to hold deep and intimate meaning only found if dug through and cared for.

The ground crests and folds like the sea. Soft and rough resembling the life we are guaranteed.
The forest in night, skeleton keys make. Seeking to claw heaven’s vault as we pass the nightscape.
Millions of eyes that glare down from the dome. A cloud of witness survey us in their previous home.
Seeming to show a hidden meaning beyond the veil of this world. Reality convinces of the spectacle of the grained and pearled.

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