In the rhythm of a big world,
I find my voice in this sacred space.
With words that dance and stories that sing,
I rise above on wisdom’s wing.
Through trials and triumphs, I stand tall,
Embracing life’s beauty, embracing it all.
In the tapestry of time, my spirit weaves,
A legacy of strength that never leaves.
With courage as my compass, I navigate,
Through storms and sunshine, I celebrate.
For in the heart of Maya’s poetic art,
I find the power to heal and restart.
So let my words be a beacon bright,
Guiding souls through the darkest night.
In Maya Angelou’s timeless tone,
I find my voice; I am not alone.
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Dominic Ach
Passionate about storytelling, Poetry, Love and exploring the realms of creativity and expression through words. From captivating narratives to insightful articles and poems, I aim to inspire, inform, and entertain.
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Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
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Such a powerful poem! Beautifully written as well