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January 19, 2025 at 3:51 PM
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The Forge of Unbroken Spirits

This poem covers person resilience, empowerment and adversity.
In umbral folds where doubts entwine, And whispers carve their shadowed line, They spoke of chains, of ramparts vast, Yet in my heart, I soared at last. Derision’s seed in darkness fell, Yet from that soil, I wove a spell— A quiet alchemy of will, A path through tempest, deep and still. Though burdens pressed with leaden weight, And dreams seemed frail before their fate, I gathered fragments, starlit, rare, To craft a cosmos from despair. Let tongues like serpents lash and sting, I wear defiance as my king. Through cacophonic tides, I steer, A sonnet sung for none to hear. I rise, transcendent, unconfined, An architect of the sublime. From ashen ruins, flames are born— A pyre of scorn, a gilded dawn. No fetters forged of others’ fears, Nor labyrinth of time-worn jeers, Shall mar the contours of my thread— A tapestry where dreams have bled. So let them cavil, wail, despair, Their echoes vanish, thin as air. Each faltered step, each fall I knew, Became the marrow of the new. With heart unbowed and gaze arcane, I traverse realms of joy and pain. For I am more than fleeting breath— A hymn of life, defying death. Now, standing near the zenith’s crest, With fervent soul, by stars caressed, Each word once cast to fetter wings Now crowns my ascent as it sings. With every stride, I court the morn, In hues of sapphire, gold, and thorn. Through trials fierce, I’ve come to this: A phoenix forged in boundless bliss.
January 12, 2025 at 2:56 PM
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Here's a poem I have recently wrote
Poem Topic: Alcohol
In the stillness where shadows creep, An amber glow, my soul does keep. A bottle hums its cryptic lore, A siren’s call I can’t ignore. Through mirthful echoes and sorrow’s seam, It lingers near, my gilded dream. With every draught, the world turns haze, And in its warmth, my heart decays. The night unfolds, my thoughts unspooled, In velvet depths, my soul is schooled. Yet deep I tread on fragile ground, Where fleeting solace wraps around. O phantom friend, your lure burns bright, But dawn will rise to banish night. Your hollow charm conceals the snare— A gilded cage, a whispered despair. For in the morn, I must reclaim, The joy untainted by your name. I’ll chase the sun, its golden hymn, And find my strength where shadows dim.
January 11, 2025 at 10:39 PM