Starless Sky
I wrote this poem some years ago, in an attempt to answer, perhaps, the biggest question -“Why?” Consumed in our thoughts, dreams and daily battles, we often forget why we do something. What is waiting for us out there? What will happen should we achieve a goal? Will we be happy or we will find out that the end is nothing but a meaningless picture.
Shall I Fight
Yesterday, I cursed your name and hated you with all my heart tried to kill though you’re not alive. Fury engulfed me, ocean deep, beneath the waves of poison my…
I Refuse To Be Like Them
We live in a society full of moral and spiritual corruption. A society in which yes’s are no’s and smiles are a predator’s intention to bite, kill and eat its prey. This doesn’t mean we have to accept it, and we will not. Admit to your weaknesses, embrace them and fear not. As long as you breathe, there is still hope.
Too Late
A deep and sophisticated poem exploring the corruption and decay of human nature and the crumbling pillars of contemporary society. And when it looks as though there were no salvation, winds will start blowing, water will rise and sweep away the dirt. But does it matter when our hearts are devoid of life, dreams and hopes?
Mirror On the Wall
What does the mirror on the wall show? A colorful soul? A beautiful face? Rich memories and hopeful dreams, or winters to come? This poem explores the depths of a young soul and leaves us with food for thought. Is it life that you see or death smiling hideously?
Winter’s Frozen Kiss
Deep in my thoughts, I did not know where I was going. I could hear nothing but the wind and the soft snow underneath my shoes. When I stopped, I came to the realization that Home was not near. I kept on walking, what else could I have done?
Madness Lurks
A poem that explores the complex and often inexplicable nature of our kind. We look sane, yet we are mad. We look happy, yet darkness claws at our throats.
Leave It All Behind
And here comes the day when our paths must part, what are we gonna say, goodbye? A simple smile? Are we gonna stand on the verge of speechless rocks,…
The Only Hope
Poetry is a weapon, a shield against the storms. A protection against the tide of hatred, discrimination and injustice. But some people are ready to fight – for love, peace and hope.
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