In spring the thaw begins to creep,
Thin winter’s hold, soon starts to sleep,
Quiet murmuring, slow and deep,
Secrets that rivers rarely keep.
Earth awakes from its desired rest,
Rebirth of lawns and trees redessed,
Soothing breeze greets the tender chest,
Heralding promise to be blessed.
Effervescent rains wash the eucalypt,
Paperbarks becoming bathed in gold,
Harbinger of a vibrant spring,
Fragrant petrichor ascends,
Susurrous bush awakes,
Wattle starts to bloom,
Water pools deep,
Fresh leaves stretch,
Warm sun,
Glow.
Sweet spring succeeds severe snow time,
Sublime season of plants rebirth,
Sunshine mild and warm greets the land,
Seeds and flowers sprout from the ground,
Sweet-scented scents pervade the air,
Stars and silver moon vie to please,
Smiles settle on every faces.
I rose from the quiet place where endings settle,
where the old self thins like winter light,
where even breath feels borrowed.
And slowly—almost shyly~
a new tenderness opened in me,
not a blaze, but a small, steady warmth
that remembered how to begin.
Rebirth isn’t about a single moment;
it’s a presence,
a gift to oneself,
the soft decision to keep stepping forward
even when the path feels unfamiliar,
carrying only what still loves you back.
population motivated
afterworld adversity
touchingly touchline
detested comrade
undeserving snitch
shoplift stimulated
firing you
unsweet vanquish
torn debilitating
satinpod drenched
occupation serviceable
calmly savour
salvation tablemate
conceptual thanksgiving
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 27–August 2, 2026)
Upon a forest floor where many lie
and breezes stir, the upper branches bent
to meet the final breath of shrivelled sigh,
a leaf would cling to heaven’s tears when sent.
Its youthful lustre now recalled through tales
as varied as seasons – verdant meadow
below the clouds which often yield to gales
then scud along periphery of show.
When thermal blast from forest fires above
an ocean scape of waves competing in sound
with rumbling progress fits the Man like glove
through ignorance – eventually hound.
A leaf in woods that’s silent, is the Hope
we need to cling to – shadows rest on slope.
The city broke me first
with noise
with smoke
with endless hunger.
Concrete taught survival
traffic taught patience
crowded streets taught me
how invisible one can feel.
But somewhere in chaos
I found another self
a stronger one
harder to erase.
The city did not kill me
It remade me
From dirt and noise
I learned rebirth
The dark night of the soul, the void seemed like forever
All around me was a wall, all by myself I was my savior
I was the solution, I was the answer to all my questions
I was in evolution, which kept me look ahead to the lessons
Deserted in a desert, there was no place to run for refuge
In the darkness I just sat, I wouldn't run from the deluge
No more fighting, I surrendered to the pain
No more running, I was tired falling again and again
I trusted the process, however small the steps were
I utilized inner forces and with time I journeyed far
While I thought I was gonna die, I turned out way more strong
With happiness now I cry, I arrived where I belong.
Change, rebirth, soul.
Some of the most powerful words ever heard by a soul,
yet some of the most disgusting words ever used by a bunch of souls.
Change.
People say they change others rather than themselves,
because the mirror they look into reflects only them,
not the person who asked them to change.
Rebirth.
A story told to countless souls and minds.
And what is left behind is a race to collect good deeds,
not by choice,
but by the fear that they may never live again.
Soul.
Never seen.
Never held.
Never touched.
Yet people divide themselves over its purity.
What makes it?
What breaks it?
No one knows.
And even though they do not know whether they will live again or not,
they continue chasing a life beyond this one,
just as they chase this life now,
running after the next,
and then the next.
uteric fire rises glowing across
sacral waters, delivering
umbilical vibrational luminosity
to crown —-
I am Phoenix from Golden Sun
arriving black vulture feathered
scattering ash you lovingly
sowed …
crimson mirrors my pupils
pierce each cell
penetrating what is to
transmute as Rubicon awaits not
rabid roaring apricot black ____
veined breasts exude milk
for next
i l l u s i o n ~
_________________
GOLD Placement Poem
Allpoetry May 26
Image Contest
What will my soul ask to bear?
What shoes will I ask to fill?
What boundaries will be placed on me,
What liberties will I insist to see?
I and soul are one!
white blanket recedes
soft streams begin their journey~
life awakes from sleep.
sunshine warms the slopes
tiny rivulets now flow~
earth drinks deeply now.
green shoots sprout from soil
whispers of sweet spring at hand~
winter's grip undone.
a gentle farewell
to the quiet, freezing world~
nature's sweet rebirth.
STAGED REBIRTH-:-
pure
sourced
declared
decorated
frescos
now SHOWING A POINT
imaged
appropriate
moods
deeply
impressed
still REMAIN A PRESCENCE
depicted
lyrical
lined
coloured
dimension
The smile beneath the frown.
The truth you only find when everything else falls off;
A surviving light refusing to die or to be warded off.
It reeks of grit earned through dust storms and dead ends.
It’s the inheritance your soul kept hidden, evading deep ends.
An internally displaced grin, 'cause on hope it depends;
Unbeknownst to the soul when or whether this dip ends.
The smile beneath the frown; soft, quiet, stubborn.
The one life didn’t give freely but pain carved slowly.
It waits in the shadows of all you never said;
A rebellion of hope in a world that collect storms.
Some joys don’t shine, they flicker;
Like a candle fighting for breath, they linger.
The smile beneath the frown...
In a world that says you owe it your despair, it reminds you;
Joy tastes different when it’s survived tears, sweat and blood.
You become a connoisseur of quiet victories that refines you;
The kind no one claps for but Heaven stands to applaud.
Finally, as breakthrough emerges you finally understand;
The smile was never hiding, it was waiting for you to stand.
In an instant
I burst forth again
Like some sort of exotic flower that only blooms once every 5 or 10 years
Born of volcanic balsalt
Bursting upward in a splash of ash
that rains down
Can you hear the tiny bits hitting the rock around me
It's a swoosh sound and then tiny rain
And suddenly here I am again
My stalk is stronger than in the past
My hues are no longer blues
There is light slipping between the veins of me
This is a cosmic born again
Little remains of the girl that I once was
She was so small where I now feel tall
She was so insecure. We're now a mountain stands
Her steps were never sure. Now I stride
I stand upon the peak of that black black mountain that I had to climb
Surveying the valley of glorious color and light below
The battles have made a Titan of me
And a Titan. I'm damn well glad to be
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