Rising Poems

Rising from my ashes to burn brighter

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In the shadows of a life torn apart,
He turned his back, shattered this heart.
Left us drowning in his reckless storm,
While I gathered pieces, all bruised and worn.

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Chains of the past, they won’t hold me down,
With every tear, I’m reclaiming my crown.
My son glows bright, a tech wizard at play,
While my little girl paints our dreams

The Stone in the River

They said, “You’ll never change the stream,
Your plans are just a restless dream.”
But stones don’t fear the water’s voice -
they stand, they hold, they make the choice
to shape the flow, not drift away.

Around me, currents laughed and spun,
the gifted boats sailed in the sun.
Yet in the deep, I learned to stay,
to read the tides, to

Scorpio Rising

She lost her keys.
Vanessa was frantic, pacing,
but I closed my eyes—
and saw.

"They’re in the garden, beneath the jasmine,"
I said.
She blinked.
“How did you know?”

I said nothing.

But I’ve always known—
when she lies,
when she leaves,
when another man’s scent follows her home.
I dream it first,
then watch it unfold.

Before thunder,
I feel it in my spine.
Before love dies,
I mourn it in

Silent Storms-Rising Queen

No one may ever truly see
The storms you hide so silently.
But you don’t need their eyes to gleam—
You’ll build your crown from every dream.

A princess now, a queen you’ll rise,
With fire behind your gentle eyes.
One day you’ll shine, a blazing star,
Your light will heal the hearts afar.

Kundalini Rising

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Rising To The Occasion

Rising To The Occasion

Awakening peace,
yearning resurrection,
lays in depression:-
We must respond to her needs
with enlightening awareness:-

For The Rising Sun

The rising sun sets day apart
Night walks with us but not afar
Along the bridge, our gilded heart
The rising sun

Lacustrine swans flecked by Earth's star
Sail on soft waves, awaking art
Pen scuds to greet the morning tsar

Wings spread, light piercing breasts, a dart
Arrows of love breaking the bar
Scenes of tarry night doth depart
The rising sun

In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky

In the silence of the evening, when thoughts intertwine like smoke rising to the starry sky,
I wonder if I ever truly understood how love works,
I've always been concerned with the things close to you, those little universes that make you happy,
The things that matter to you, like constellations in the uncharted map of your soul.
But

Rooted Rising

I walk with books, not shoes of gold,
A dream stitched tight in hands grown bold.
From streets where silence fills the air,
To classrooms lit with whispered prayer.

Hispanic heart, both fierce and kind,
With stories etched in every line.
Though coins are few, my will runs deep,
I plant my hopes where others sleep.

The world may doubt, but I believe—
Justice

New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams

New archetypes are rising, whispering among shadows and unspoken dreams,
You are not "too sensitive" or "too intense," you are simply remembering a nameless role,
A role that takes shape now, in this era of memory and rediscovery,
Where the frequencies of the soul rise, dancing in harmony with the universe.
The Timeline Weaver heals by braiding timelines, not

In Moonlight's Rising Tide

Adrift in dreams while romance reading
Asleep e're night shadows began creeping 
She lay puddled in moonlight's rising tide— 
Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice' at her side

In reverie, Elizabeth stood on the misty moor 
for what seemed to her a lifetime of waiting
Held her breath when in front of her he stood
Sighing as Darcy brushed a

Red Sun Rising

Mr. Sun awaken by Dawn
was all fired-red with a big yawn
Miss Moon waning away
from her pink fullness
wants to stay

they fought 
stretched, and yawned
until Mr. Sun won
 

Thus, Easter morn 
has finally begun

if you happen to be wondering
What the moral of this poem is
nature follows
patterns 
from the beginning of time
until Jesus (God) sets
change into action

Waiting for the Rising Son

1 Corinthians 1:18 “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish foolishness; but unto us which are saved it is the power of God.”

As I wait for the Son to rise,
	for hope to soar through the skies
for the light of the world to shine	
		so that grace and love are mine…

I hear the

Nazriel Rising

Nazriel Rising Small World Ace

She was as pretty as ever on this night
With me smitten to bits with her aura
As we met on our usual pickup location
Nazriel that one who so compliments me

We were on an official business briefing
One of Epic proportions with intricacies
This time the operation was offshores
With me providing intel logistic n liaison
We

A subtle stir is born in my mind, a dance of thoughts rising

A subtle stir is born in my mind, a dance of thoughts rising,
Like foam finding its place in the azure sky, seeking unwritten answers among the stars,
Yet fearing the earth that pulls dreams towards itself, a merciless magnet of freedom.
We dream in endless chapters, pages full of hopes and fears,
Where the end is a distant

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