Made Poems

Almost made Avalon

I preached to my flock, "you voted them in
"The knaves and fools who did freedom in.
"I know a new place to settle upon
The hills and the vales of Avalon."

"We'll take a stout fleet, built for you all
We'll leave our mistakes; we'll stand again tall
It's a magical place, where wishes come true
There's no other choice, no

Made From Her Heart

Mine favourite colours came to be
When her piece of art set me free.

Made of you

I am made by the traits you gave to me – 
Creating a person happy to know.
Independence and strength and loyalty,
Come from my mother who did truly show

There is importance to education,
And you made sure to provide me the best. 
Creating in me a strong foundation
And for that I will be forever blessed.

You taught me

Self Made Heartache

My heart no longer beats as it did before 
With each thump there’s a rattle you now hear
You wonder at first then you realize 
The look in my eyes makes the reason clear

It’s from the pieces of my broken heart 
That were just to far beyond any repair
The only one that I can blame for

Untitled and Shamed

Bhut Jolokia coin, loud and side
she smiled
moving toward speaking
the extended metaphore 
of rain.
involve a glide from one vowel sound
to another vowel sound
all within the same syllabylle
 to another within the same syllable 
(like "oi" in "coin", where the cenrity of
the composer and the lyricst are
combiined in the effect to convey the right means
to display both

You Made Me Dauntless

You made me Dauntless


Part of me is half full and empty
Like a right-handed person trying to be lefty
Trying to scribble down the chaotic memory
Of the hurt I got from ignoring me totally
 
I try to break my own rules and standards
‘Cause I thought you’re the ace in a card
I dive too deep into the false hope

My heart is made of birds

My heart is made of birds
Singing for me ………… It’s about time,
For the raven to leave,

Sunrise is made of birds,
Singing in the dew shower,
                               

Inner Peace Made with a Tale

I can't escape hearing the voices.
Even when, I myself, am utterly alone,
Even when the plea for peace,
is threadbare, shredded into tatters 
of shrugged-off 'don't matters'.

The child I once was,
clamors for wonder, mischief, and make-believe.
The critic leans back, arms-crossed,
primed to tear down every armistice deal.
The dreamer scatters blueprints 
made of butterfly wings,
stalling, stalling, 
for happenstance to

Stubborn heart

The Stubborn Heart”

Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground,
Words like rivers, he won't let them drown.
Eyes set firm, with fire and pride,
Even truth must wait till he's tried.

He sees threats wherever he may go,
Every word—a weapon poised to throw.
Sharp as knives, his cold replies,
Send chills down spines and truth to lies.

He hides his pain, but

Made for this

I want slow mornings,
bread rising in the oven,
little feet padding across the floor,
a Bible open beside my coffee.

I want to home school my children
at the kitchen table with crayons and scripture,
to teach them about fractions
and forgiveness in the same breath,
to let wonder lead the way.

I want to be the wife who lights candles at dinner,
who

Love has made me blind

New eyes I'd never seen
Caught my attention like no other
A new voice, unfamiliar-
A voice I wanted to know.

A look, a smile, a wave,
And a "hey."
A voice that was now familiar,
And sounded like no other.

From every now and then
To always together-
A stranger I never thought I'd know
Is now the person I never leave alone.

A walk, a

The Forgotten Soul -made couple of months ago!!

Alone I rot, yet no one cares to see,
The darkness deep within me.
I reach for loving hands,	
Yet all I get is emptiness in these dark lands.

My voice is lost like whispers on the sea.
The wind may howl,
But no one will think of me.

I am a forgotten soul,
Never to feel whole.
They dance in warmth, while night

Do You Really Think We're Made for Each Other?

My love for you is like a crashing plane:
exhilarating pace, without control:
you’re equatorial around the pole.
Why meet my sunshine with torrential rain?
My heart is Dealey Plaza, you’re on Main.
I often think destruction is your goal -
you seem to me a well-intentioned troll.
Profundities, once uttered, are inane:
your utterances, colourfully drab,
are tart as custard, sweet as succotash:
your

She Was Made of More

She wasn’t just beautiful—
she was the pause between two heartbeats,
the way the moonlight lands softly
on a world too harsh for light.

Her eyes held galaxies,
but not the loud, burning kind—
the quiet ones,
where stars learn to listen
before they shine.

Her smile wasn’t just a curve—
it was a promise,
a soft unraveling of every storm
I’d ever carried.

She spoke in silences
that

There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me

There are choices I've made that no longer speak, but scream within me,
Like winds lost in a violent storm, stirring my silent soul,
I cannot return to them, cannot mend them, but they pass over me,
Like cold shadows slipping across warm skin, leaving sensations of untamed longing.
I regret them in ways for which I have no

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