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Deep thoughts sonnet

The ocean of intelligence waves my faith
Between the horizon clouds fall asleep
The science of the mind shows my traite
Upon surrendering my soul no one must weep

Under the twilight merge the lamp of my dream
the silence have awaken my deep sorrow
With the sharpened moon the arrows beam
faster than the wind my mind will follow

Surrounded by boundaries of mental fear
the stars are awakened to challenge and fight
What happens to the old souls who disappear
all the answers in the future will come to light

To unveil the mystery of life is a difficult path
look for the sage who knows the silent art

Hymn of the Heart

Feelings never perish; 
they rest beneath the relentless river of time.

Yet the heart remembers the path to morning, crossing every boundary
with the first light of dawn.

Let darkness descend
into its own unfathomable depths.

I scatter the grey dust
that has gathered within me
to the open wind,
until peace becomes
the language of my breath.

Let the unwanted chapters of yesterday
fade into forgotten ravines.

Upon the white canvas of dawn,
may the soul unveil
its inexhaustible fire. 
May I become a quiet flame, 
guiding the lost 
through the light within.

Let the deserts of the heart 
yield fields of golden harvest. 
May hope ripen like grain 
for every face acquainted with hunger.

Let my fulfilment 
never belong to me alone; 
let it live in weary hands, 
in the eyes of those 
whose sweat keeps the earth alive.

Into eyes burdened with nightmares, 
I place the horizon of tomorrow. 
With luminous seeds of truth, 
I sow the soil of a gentler future.

Awakened by the heart's own hymn, 
I dedicate myself to the making of new dreams.

Let a new dawn descend upon the earth; 
and within every weary breath, 
may life begin again.

Premium Member Treasures of the Mind is Golden

                                           Beneath the ribs, a hidden trove
                                           Where dreams and memories drove

                                           Not jewels of gold, but gems of love
                                           In whispered thoughts, the heart, a dove

                                           From laughter's Light to sorrow's tears
                                           Unveil the treasures held so dear,

                                            Each pulse is a story, etched and bright 
                                            And in your heart, find inner might

                                            With thoughts in tons, ready to take flight
                                            Unleash the riches held within, bathed in guiding light


Light bearers

there's 
no degree of heartache
that I have not endured
among the quiet years
have I retained the rewards
of a bad religon- 

nevermore can I say
that which remains contrary
to the full awakening
of a birthing conscience- 

bearer of truth
that dwells beyond the inscriptions
of hidden prophecies withheld- 

knowing that in truth
its light bears its own isolation
to those who unveil it


Mandeville

An Ode To Poetry

O Poetry, how you’ve enchanted me:
Your radiant lines and epic rhymes,
Your sense of meaning, your mystery,
Unraveling in lofty tones refined
The words that set such men as I am free –
In burnished books on written pages white
You dazzle minds with wings unfolding,
And with wondrous shades of lustrous light
Unveil an essence worth beholding,
Which waits but for the moment to ignite
The flame that sets my heart on fire – 
Such cosmic truths, distilled and undenied,
In beauty’s lambent robes attired
Are borne in poetry that dignifies
Its primal purpose – to inspire –

Premium Member Stay With Me

Stay with me, drift on a sea of moonlight
it bends warm shadows in a tender guise
to bathe in soft silver hush through this night
and devote our souls to sensual eyes
beneath the shimmering luminous sky
as love glows on the face of amorous
the moonlight and stars unveil our disguise
in blissful warm heartbeats so glamorous
where the height of ecstasy is profound
revealed in arms of fervent surrender
as worthy wishes hold fantasies found
that our dreamer's dreams of ardor render
  From this timeless heavenly reverie
  Comes a magical moonlight memory


Premium Member Open Your Mind

Open Your Mind
Kevin Davis 2025

Open your mind, let happiness bloom, 
Unlock your heart, love brightens the room. 
Unveil your soul, let your light brightly shine, 
Embrace your life, find the keys to the divine.

The last of us

The last of us
meander in rolling hills
by the misty stream
tinkling round slate rocks.
A doll size cottage
hewn of ancient limestone
silhouetted in rainbow flares
creeks and rumbles forlorn.
Withered lace murmurs languid
framed by dark embrasures.
We enter the void
over a parquet threshold
to greet mirrored visions
in ever rewinding portals
that unveil the stories 
of our dreams unlived.

Earth is Our Home

Flowers are the hope after years of no rain
they never seem to die yet always seem to thrive.
a million seeds will be planted and wishes granted
like scribes written in fairy tales with secrets to unveil.

The sun is faith scorned from lonely nights,
each day it rises, a new day for lives.
it forces days to be bright and a shining light.
a faith burning for the rest of your life.


If flowers are hope and the sun is faith,
then that makes earth our home, sadly.

Premium Member Futile Foray


uphill climb, 
rigorously relentless
with ambling ambitions 
and schematic stratagem,
blueprinted blatantly
on the blank 
parchment of marooned mind,
sketched skillfully
with chameleon color shift,
transiently transfixed.

gripping gravity 
of transcendental time
of the loaded past
pulls back incessantly
the strings of present,
fastening in retrospect
the incoherent network
of faltering footsteps
at the refurbished root
of existential essence.

intent inertia  
of living force 
creates proactive
causal momentum 
of tumultuous time configured,
permeates the perception
of the fourth dimension.

construed continuum 
of elusive eternity
strives to unveil ineffectually
the shrouded acuity
at the summit of actuality,
emotionally evasive, 
abortive climb connotes 
futile foray
to somewhere intangible.

Premium Member The Cosmos Ponders

A squirrel sits on a branch
Pondering the Cosmos
Of the acorns

A hawk slices the cosmos
Rippling its surface
With outstretched wings

The hum of the bee hive
Tickles the cosmos

The cosmos wonders
What’s all the fuss
You can’t see it, touch it, feel it
Yet seek to unveil it

The Cosmos sits on a branch
Pondering the Cosmos
Of the acorns

Narcissist

The tiger strikes
Sharp claws ignite
Craves your flesh
Dims your light 

He leads you in
The lion’s den
Softly, he purrs
And kneads your skin

So sweet and dear
He draws you near
It’s far too late
Once you see clear

His wicked ways
Now on display
You try to turn
To run away

You unveil his plan
Paw turned to hand
Once raging beast
Now, just a man

Faux armor slips
And facade drips
Bald head, down to
His fingertips 

A narcissist 
Briefly missed
Clad in stripes
You get the gist

TIMING

Everybody can't be
On the front line 
Some have to 
Stay behind 
There will always 
Be a new recruit 
If there's no good input.

After a tenure 
Another emerge
To take over
Everyone one with their agenda 
Some to deliver 
Others to acquire.

Some bleed 
For the glory 
Others sweat for it
And few get without stress 
Everyone got their grace and pace
As they unveil new stage.

No Guts, No Glory

The night should not be a barrier,
Darkness has a door through it,
Arise and walk into the day,
Push aside the obstacles,
Unveil your mind to see the way,
Persistence will blossom the field,
Speak to the body and it will comply,
Let it be led by the right rhythm.


December 13, 2025.
Nette Onclaud,
Drop The Cliche Poetry Contest.

Too Wise to Breathe

 TOO WISE TO BREATHE! 
I don't know this feeling, a stranger's guise, 
Appreciate, contradict, beneath my eyes. 
Deny, agree, a hollow, echoing sound, 
Mock, express, on unfamiliar ground. 
Direct, assert, yet feel no fire within, 
Confused, detached, where do I begin? 
I act these parts, but why no empathy's spark? 
My fights for others, lost within the dark. 
Am I not me? Echoes in the room, 
This knowing vast, a curse or a boon? 
They don’t see how easy it is 
to live without thinking, 
to spend without counting, 
to die without wanting. 
A simple joy where hollow echoes bear, 
That you can laugh, where I can only stare, 
A lightness found within the heavy air. 
This endless abyss, where shadows play and blend, 
I know the answers, but they bring no end. 
A bitter truth I can’t outrun, 
I decode it all, yet come undone. 
Bold enough to unveil the unknown, 
Lost in the depths I call my own. 
High enough to grasp what you conceal, 
Misguided enough to drown in what's real. 
 
                                              ~Pallavi Pandey

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