Lumina Tower, an awe-inspiring structure that graces the skyline of Vibrantia, stands as a testament to architectural brilliance and innovation. Rising tall and proud, it dominates the cityscape with its striking presence, captivating all who lay their eyes upon it. The tower’s exterior is a symphony of shimmering glass panels, carefully designed to reflect the vibrant hues of the surrounding environment. During the day,...
In the land of Vibrantia, where tales unfold,There lived a knight of legends, brave and bold.His armor gleamed, reflecting sunset’s hue,A hero renowned, his honor true. With a noble heart and a fearless soul,He embarked on quests to make the city whole.Through treacherous battles, he’d valiantly fight,Defending Vibrantia, day and night. His sword, a beacon of justice and might,Guided by honor, always shining bright.Through...
Life is a journey that’s full of twists and turnsAnd it’s in the lessons we learn that our soul burnsFor every obstacle that we overcomeIs a step closer to who we’ll become In life, we’ll fall, but we’ll riseAnd it’s in the growth, we’ll realizeThe strength and resilience we possessAs we strive to be our very best For it’s the challenges that shape our...
The dreams that we hold so dearAre the ones that make us persevereFor in the pursuit of our desiresWe can transcend the boundaries and rise higher It’s the dreams that ignite the fireAnd push us to go farther and aspireTo achieve the impossible and attainThe goals that once seemed mundane So dream big and hold on tightFor the journey is worth the fightIn the...
Another poem in my series of poems that celebrate visuals in the art nouveau style. The memories of old come rushing backLike the pages of a long-lost trackThe laughter, the joy, and the tearsThe moments that shaped our fears Nostalgia tugs at the heartstringsAs we recall the simple thingsThe places we’ve been, the people we’ve knownAnd the bonds that have grown The memories that...
The wind whispers through the treesAs the leaves rustle in the breezeThe birds take flight and soar highAgainst the canvas of the sky Nature’s beauty is all aroundIn the streams and the fertile groundFrom the mountains to the seaIts majesty is plain to see The sun’s rays warm the earthAnd give life to all since birthIn nature, there’s a world so vastIt’s a reminder...
Love is a fire that never diesA spark that ignites, a flame that fliesIt warms your heart, it makes you wholeAnd every day, it fills your soul In love, there’s joy and there’s painBut through it all, the fire remainsIt fuels the passion that you shareAnd keeps the bond that you both bear So hold on tight to love so rareFor in its glow,...
January 30 is the anniversary of the “Bloody Sunday” incident in Northern Ireland, where 13 unarmed protestors were shot dead by British paratroopers. The incident brought worldwide attention to the crisis in Northern Ireland and triggered ongoing violence. U2 famously wrote a tribute song in 1983 called Sunday Bloody Sunday. I wrote my own poem to celebrate the event on the 51st anniversary of...
Music, oh music,A universal language,It speaks to the heart,And sets the soul free. With melodies and rhythms,It fills the air,Bringing joy and happiness,Or tenderness and care. From classical to rock,From jazz to pop,Music has the power,To lift us up or make us stop. It’s a constant companion,Through good times and bad,It soothes the troubled mind,And makes the weary glad. So let us all embrace...
She bathed at dawn, As the first rays of sun broke over the horizon. The cool, misty air formed into fog, Lying low above the crashing surf. Her hair was auburn, Her skin as pale and milky as pearl. Her eyes were bright green, And her lips full and pink. She wore a white silk gown, And stood before the window, Her body curved...
It’s a profound question. Can poetry matter? I suppose it depends on what you mean by matter. To what depth must it go in order to achieve this status? Does poetry have meaning? Of course it does. But does it mean enough to truly matter to those that read or write it? The answer is not simple. In a way, it is a simple...
A common question is whether poetry can be a work of non-fiction. Certainly, most poetry pulls from real-life experience, but can it be truly considered non-fiction? In his book, A Field Guide to Getting Lost, the poet Richard Long explores this question. He writes about how poetry differs from other types of writing by examining a poem by Wallace Stevens. Stevens wrote the following...
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