Speak no more
The pain of the past
Ruin of the last
Shall erase no fourth
The emblem of decision
And the entity of emission
The wave of thunder
And the valve of winter
Choose no more
The problems of the vast
Wet word that rust fast
Shall change no youth
The emblem of decision
And the entity of emission
The waves of wonder
And the valve of hunger
Frozen gate shall open the fate
The echoes of nothing triple the fear
The delusional voice of yours are the only I hear
voices shall betray but forces shall not
Cold hearts meldown at the price of freezing you
Nothings stay stronger than hope
The remainder of your breath,
when I want to give up
The life I live, is a life for all human
I shall breathe as long as I can
breaths cease, voices breakdown.
yet we are not done.
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Oh wow, this was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!