Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The dust settles, a shaky ceasefire in the kitchen light, the air gritty with unspoken regrets, yesterday’s words like shrapnel
By souhilaabout a year ago in Poets
After the bedlam of the circus ends Forensic analysis must begin Upon fleecing the rubes, our life depends Did we, to each face, bring a happy grin?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Chapter 9: The Final Trial The journey neared its destined close, Yet trials remained where shadows rose. A demon king, fierce and vast, Prepared to halt their group at last.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
Chapter 7: The Journey Begins With staff in hand and heart unsure, Wukong joined the monk, his fate obscure. Through forests dark and rivers wide, He walked as Tang Sanzang’s guide.
Chapter 5: Buddha's Trap Across the skies, his name was sung, Of Wukong’s might and the havoc he’d brung. He laughed at Heaven’s futile plea, “I am the king of eternity!”
Chapter 3: King of Havoc Upon return to his mountain throne, Wukong declared, “This world I own! No gods or kings shall hold me low; To Heaven itself, my power will show.”
Chapter 1: Birth of the Stone Monkey Upon Flower Fruit Mountain, where clouds do cling, A magic stone bore the Monkey King. Carved by the heavens, with earth’s embrace, Born of wind and water, a fateful place.
Monday, familiar and contemptible Quick to anger and slow to understand You are as proud as you are ignoble Your flesh is common and your costume grand
Upon a hill where soft winds play, And sunlight warms the break of day, A figure sits in quiet grace, In nature’s arms, their sacred space.
Beneath the banner of the nation’s pride, A leader stands, both strong and wide-eyed. Not one of tyranny, nor fleeting fame, But a steward of hope, a trusted name.
Oh, gleaming coins and crisp green notes, The lifeblood of dreams, the anchor of boats. A symbol of power, ambition's sweet call, Yet a shackle unseen, that binds us all.
