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Premium MemberThe True Story of Little Pop

It was on one early summer morn
that the voice of a watchful Mama Corn
told a frightful story, meant to warn
her son, Pop, just recently born.

"Pop", it said, her darling boy to save,
"Once, in a cornfield, I too would wave. 
In the sun and breeze,  I was brave, 
but you must listen up and behave.

You're a special kind of corn you see, 
the 'zea mays everta' variety,
in everyday speech, 'popping corn'.
You should be proud, but I forewarn:

Special dangers lurk for folks like us
You're old enough now, we can discuss.
If, at the door, your darling greets you
for a movie date, she wants to eat you.

All corn loves to dance in the hot sun, 
but be careful how you have your fun.  
If you go to the beach from dawn to dusk, 
please remember to wear your husk."

Instead of listening with respect and fear,
Little Pop would not lend his...ear?
So, while his mother's ghost did beseech,
the sun popped Pop all over the beach.
Categories: the true, mother son, silly,
Form: Rhyme

The True Beauty

Elina is my idol,
She didn't even need a title,
She rides a bus shuttle,
People think it is brittle,
Her fragile heart is in Seattle,
Where her home is in the settlement,
For a more like cathedral,
Someone who is so dearly yet a rival,
But that's not how I see myself in a reveal,
For something so civil,
Just let my drink chill,
I know how it feels,
My movie is in the reel,
Cameras action rolling,
The eggs are boiling,
I am in healing,
I am picking,
Something that is sinking,
My sleep is lulling,
I make myself cuddle,
I am setting a pudding,
No one is judging,
For what I am wearing,
For the fish that I am searing,
Let myself go on styling,
I didn't know that he was staring,
I keep myself remembering,
I didn't know I was the one who keeps on forgetting,
The moment that I am thriving.
Categories: the true, 12th grade, age, analogy,
Form: Alexandrine


The True Man

When life trips you, knocking you to the ground,  
There’s plenty of envy, and bitterness to be found.  
But true life, if you look, is revealed all around,  
True life – a place where good desires abound.

True life is the fight, the struggle to survive,  
To climb the highest peak, to feel yourself alive.  
True life means pouring all your strength into striving,  
Then reaching new heights, where dreams arrive!

Life should be warm, like love that's near,  
Rushed, longed for, cherished, hard to steer.  
It should be hurt, like scars that reappear,  
With pain, with cracks, with every tear.

Sweat pours down your brow, bitter as a lake,  
On the road to true life, no choice but to take.  
It's not in others' hands, for goodness' sake –  
True life’s only in your grasp to make.

Don't heed the small, unworthy things,  
Let the noble heart soar, with joy it sings.  
Change with honor, though the world may sting,  
This is the true man, through everything!
Categories: the true, men, truth,
Form: Free verse

Vellupillai Prabahakaran: The True Tamil Tiger

Beneath the trees, a tale of a Tamil revolutionary,
As in history of tamils, the people viewed him as a legendary luminary.
'Thalaivar' the title he was given,
As his reputation was on a different level, when he was living.

Through fields of war, he engraved his name,
In a country torn by sorrow and pain.
As a sense of anger boiled in his heart,
He promised to never to be ripped apart.

Through endless killings and bloody battles,
He hunts the enemy like a tiger hunting cattle.
The roar of the tigers, the singeing flames of war,
As the tigers are ready to slice the enemy's jaw.

A dream of Tamil land to rise,
But at what cost, beneath the skies?
A price of peace, hope of salvation,,
As soldiers have to sacrifice for his country's liberation?

A man of vision, of war, of pride,
Yet history judges all who stride.
A leader to some, a foe to others,
A paradox bound in the land of mothers.

As time moves on, the country's wounds and scars still abide,
His name reaches through the skies, far and wide.
Vellupillai, the true Tamil warrior,
As his name rises through the ranks, of a true hero.
Categories: the true, dedication, history, tamil, war,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberThe True Body

The true body glows to the pattern of the mind you’re in.

(9/24/24)
Categories: the true, allegory, spiritual,
Form: Monoku


The true wealth of a person

Can a man's wealth be measured
With money, jewelry, silver, and gold?
The answer depends on their making 

Deception, exploitation, and looting 
All to label them with sins
While integrity, fairness, and industrious 
Likely offering honor to achieve them

I idealize a guy's value must be recognized 
By shinning superior skills and true insights
Once they're clearly accompanied to your side
Regardless of the marketing eye
 you will surely be the wealthiest guy!
Categories: the true, fate, feelings, humanity, life,
Form: Verse

Premium MemberThe True Master

Putting you above me
Your feet at my head
Is the natural thing to do
When your mastery
Is revealed.

But it’s all relative
As you put others above you and
Others put themselves below me.
That’s why it’s called
The wheel of life.

When I step back
And my emotions settle
I see that no one is The Master
But that each can instead
Be the appropriate messenger.

(9/1/24)
Categories: the true, metaphor, psychological, spiritual,
Form: Narrative

Premium Memberthe true path

the thoughts we think
head-heart linking
we ink with love
Categories: the true, love, spiritual,
Form: Than-Bauk

Premium MemberA time to reflect - Is The True Writer Gone

"A Writer must Feel The Words So The Reader Can Feel The Words. By Poet"


Have you heard about this new thing,
this new thing called AI.
Is it friend or foe,
real or fake?
I was told it is a writer's best friend,
how can that be I asked?
AI is faster,
it has built in creativity.
WOW,
I replied. 
It does not seem fair,
fair to the true writers.
I will never use it,
I write because I love to write.
My words are my words,
good or bad I standby them.
AI takes that away from the writer,
so why write?
Categories: the true, friend, poetry, poets, writing,
Form: Free verse

Premium MemberThe True Meaning of Achieving

The way I see it, everyone is either an achiever or they’re not. There's no spectrum at all to this. Every single person in the world has different degrees, levels, and desires of what they want to achieve in the world and in their life. Some people want to achieve few things, some people want to achieve many things. Some people want to achieve small for the sake of simplicity in life, some people want to achieve high for the sake of success in life. Also, the true form of success in life is happiness. Moreover, nobody can always get what they want. Everybody is too different to the point that forming a general guideline as to what is worth and not worth achieving in life is completely and utterly impossible.
Categories: the true, philosophy, truth, wisdom,
Form: Free verse

The true definition of happiness

Title: Defining true happiness 
Defining true happiness is a complex activity, but today I found the answer, all shadows and sounding delves into a moment of silence as I smile due to the amusement of defining true happiness. 
Your name is complex but you define it in person, I stand in the darkness all day alone, without no one to be with me, but when you passed by you shade life and awoke all sleeping spirits. 
The world has many definitions of happiness others say it is satisfaction, other people say it is overwhelming joy but I have found the answer and you are the answer.
Thank you for meeting you but life has its own plan. 
We meet people daily, they come and go. 
But one thing we should keep are the memories of the people we encounter in our everyday life.
Categories: the true, beautiful, cheer up, cute
Form: Imagism

The True Colour

I recall analyzing with some loon
Playing the role of a human being
A role my intellect almost fell for.
The fine night was about to be called soon
Until I’ve witnessed her chance of keying
All cause her functioning brain became sore
Was constructive criticism a sin?
Or was it a chance for her unplanned fleeing?
At least I’ve seen her colour behind a closed door..
Worthless pieces of paper in the bin
          and on the floor
Categories: the true, feelings,
Form: Curtal Sonnet

Premium MemberThe True Gift

Chills are racing, through the air, 
no time to waste, no time to spare,
looking here, and looking there,
can't seem to find, it anywhere!

Searching for, that special thing,
a nice new coat, a shiny ring,
a fancy tie, a child's swing,
at last I found, the newborn king!

Such busy times, it's hard to stay,
along the path, so dark and grey,
but when the burden, begins to weigh, 
just kneel down and start to pray!

The Christmas gifts, that you must buy, 
for kids to open, and raise up high, 
don't even know, the reason why, 
that one was born, and had to die!

To give us what, were searching for,
the life and love, for ever more, 
the faith that's lost, he shall restore, 
he's knocking now, just open the door!

Accept the gift, that's offered to you, 
from the one, who's honest and true, 
full of compassion, and moral virtue, 
so you may be born, again and renew!
Categories: the true, christmas, faith,
Form: Rhyme

Premium MemberLying and The True Artist

The true artist always reveals the truth, even when they lie.
It's the only time when lying can be justified.
Categories: the true, truth,
Form: Couplet

Premium MemberThe True Meaning of Life

In the overall scheme of things
What matters most in life
It's the love of another human being
The total commitment between two hearts
That indescribable connection
When you recognize that someone is very special
Of all the people we rub elbows with
During our too short a time on earth
One who stands out head and shoulders above the rest
One to share our most intimate dreams with
Almost as if we two are one
When we meet that person
The fire between the two of us rages
The signs are unmistakable
It totally consumes us
To the point where nothing else seems important
Only the deep love of another soul
To know this love
Is to know the true meaning of life
Categories: the true, life,
Form: Rhyme

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