Category: Free Verse

I wish there was no hate
I wish we all believed in fate
I wish I was never born
So I don’t witness all the mourn
I wish we all lived in peace
For all the animosity, hatred, and revenge to be released
I wish war didn’t exist
I wish I wasn’t helpless standing in the midst
I wish color didn’t matter
Black, white, yellow, we’re all on the same latter
I curse all bowed heads
That follow orders, locked like dreads
I curse wars and bloodshed
I curse all the promises once said
I curse all the danger in discord
I curse all the swinging swords
Fighting for cruelty and injustice
Intellectual poverty pretending to be Custis
I curse them for sparing their bodies as weapons of the war
So that the killing and murder can go on

If you can venture past the familiar shore

And embrace the unknown with an open core

To seek out vast vistas and landscapes strange

And with every step, let your spirit change

If you can greet the dawn with unbridled zest

And chase the sun to the glowing west

In every adventure, find wisdom and grace

And learn the tales that time cannot erase

If you can walk the path that’s never been tread

Or let curiosity guide you instead

To taste the flavors of distant lands

And forge connections with outstretched hands

If you can meet the world with arms flung wide

And let the winds of change be your guide

To scale the mountains, cross the seas, And soar above life’s uncertainties

If you can marvel at nature’s grand design

And feel the heartbeat of stars that align

To seek out beauty in every form

And find solace amidst the raging storm

If you can find your place among the stars

And leave your imprint on this world of ours

Then yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it

And – what is more – you’ll live, my friend, every minute!

In laughter’s wake, we spiral down as mirthful hearts in joy abound

Ephemeral joy, a fleeting crown, in transient bliss, our sorrows drown

Each chuckle weaves a tale of loss and shadows cast by moonlight’s gloss

As time escapes, a subtle cost, for every laugh, a memory tossed

In vibrant hues, the echoes dance a vivid tapestry, entranced

Yet in their steps, a somber trance, as fleeting beats, our lives advance

For every laugh, a whisper slips, like sand through fingers, moments drip

From clutching hands, life’s fragile grips, in dying fun, our essence rips

In merriment, we trade and spend, a currency we can’t amend

Moments we will never grasp again, as laughter fades, a silent end

The joy we lost, the laughter spent, in memories, our hearts lament.

It is cruel to get lost in my hometown.

Although I know all the streets and the paths

Even at nights and without any lights,

I can find my way with closed eyes.

Yes, believe it or not. I can also name its ghosts,

And show you their fathers’ hidden corpse.

, yet I get lost, but how did I? Why am I lost?

I am all surrounded by familiar faces.

They look at me with their warm looks full of expectations.

They want me to be…

The woman they failed to be.

, or the woman they regretted being.

They want me to have their balanced and unbalanced life.

Although I dreamed of no life.

They want me to fit in their world.

A miserable world full of unfairness

Under what they call sacrifices.

In my hometown streets, I saw…

Miserable children who lost the faith,

and replaced their toys with spades.

I saw cruelty in the eyes of the old.

Everything looked unbelievably odd.

My hometown was not as any other town.

It was black when it was exposed to be white.

As an ugly Snow white.

Its contradictions will always make you wonder.

My dear hometown,

Although I know my way,

between your paradoxes I get lost.

but how did I? Why am I lost?

Lying asleep in my hell,

I saw my love over my cell,

glowing as shining stars,

brighter than flaming fires,

and as pale as worn-out pages.

He had this devilish look of a serial killer.

That I feebly admired for ages.

He has the wounds of a merciless fighter.

He was too bad to be a decent man,

, and too vivid for a dead man.

His thoughts were dark, but not as my deeds.

We both mastered the magic of playing in battlefields.

We survived many bombs together.

The bombs of life and the shells of its fire.

When anxiety knocked my door,

he slapped it by his bare hands

until his blood filled my entire pool.

When life tired his soul,

I found him looking for me between the haystacks.

My love only knew me as a cure.

With his bleeding hands

he paved me the way.

He did not care about the pain.

He just wanted to have me all along the way.

For him and I,

Despite of my stoned heart, I decided to stay.

Because simply love makes even devils partially obey

I was sitting before a glass window

Having a sip from my mug

Watching children play a riveting show

That awakened some memories from a grave I dug

The sounds of juvenile bodies laughing and kicking their ball

Took me back to the old times

The old times where I used to run in every hall

Laughing and dancing while singing nursery rhymes

The good old days when my hobby was to run and bounce

or be a young prince fighting the ogre living in the park

When words like death and suicide were too hard to pronounce

And my worst fear was to sleep all alone in the dark

The good old days where my only worry was missing my evening cartoon

Or if my grandma is making me my favorite soup

Back when I used to steal from her tiny kitchen like a raccoon

To bribe and feed the sleeping stray cat next to her stoop

The show ended and each actor parted their way

As their ballet turned into a fray

Because of this ballet, my memories got rekindled

And now my only wish is to turn back into a child