Wars are fought throughout the years
Memories hold on, till blood and sweat smears
The stars in the night sky twinkle against their will
Their world in a standstill
Flowers bloom to see a light they yearn for
So their leaves and stem would wither and die
The skies that engulf are not blue
Ashen clouds that drift in the sea meant to lure
Son, my dear child
I know of the beginning and the end
So I find a guide
Towards a world; where flow of time should not to be mend.
But father,
Wars are fought admist the hearts of men
Memories live forever, till the night withers away
The stars burn bright against the darkness that holds them in a den
Their world like an arrow that makes way
Flowers spread the petals apart in hope
They ask to be known by children of young heart
The sky was blue once
Till violence painted on the canvas like art
The flow of time need not be mended
For it lies in the wisps of souls
Which cannot be broken nor shattered
As it has endured cruelty in the waves of fantasies
Yet the night still remains and the flowers bloom
On this perch that we lay, let us watch a world to be gone soon.
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aughh
i finally finished this. My biggest poem up to date
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My Unexplored Humanity
PuisiMy Unexplored Humanity is a collection of heartfelt poems that delve into the depths of my emotions, allowing readers to connect with their own inner truths. This book is a safe space for self-reflection and exploration, free from any inappropriate...
