I had to create two worlds to survive —
one where I simply live,
and one where I am truly me,
kept apart for my own sanity.
In the main world,
I am the prisoner.
I can't express, I can't be me,
controlled and hurt,
I am dead inside.
In the other world,
I am the goddess.
Strength to fight,
I soar above,
I show my true colours —
I am the dragon.
Should the two combine,
they are like oil and water —
the collision would be earth-shaking,
and I'm not sure I would survive.
It pains me to remember.
You might not have your full faculties.
Your words still cut deep.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
A tapestry of fire, woven through the night,
Each thread a world, a beacon burning bright.
Mercury, swift and nimble, dances close to the sun,
A silvered droplet, forever on the run.
Venus, veiled in mystery, a pearl of jade,
Her surface scorching, secrets yet to be laid.
Earth, our blue marble, a jewel in the void,
With oceans sapphire, where life has been deployed.
Mars, a rusty warrior, his colors fade to red,
A whisper of water, where once rivers flowed and bled.
Jupiter, a king, with swirling storms unseen,
A giant's gaze, forever on the scene.
Saturn, ringed with ice, a crown of diamond light,
His moons a dance, in endless, starlit flight.
Uranus, tipped on his side, a frozen turquoise sphere,
A tilted world, where whispers of ice pierce the ear.
Neptune, a cerulean dream, distant and serene,
His winds a fury, a tempest unseen.
And Pluto, banished king, a dwarf in the deep,
Where darkness reigns, and secrets forever sleep.
Each world a story, a canvas painted bold,
From fiery sun to frozen cold.
A symphony of planets, in the cosmic grand design,
A universe of wonder, where knowledge intertwines.
WORLDS OF DREAMS-:-
derived
illuminations
shaped
elaboration
all-embracing
RECURRING IMAGERY
profuse
compositional
connotations
eternity
contrasted
as TRAINS OF THOUGHT
emblematic
reminders
imparted
before
after
Those black eyes,
like black velvet night.
Draw me in with a gentle might.
Your lips,a pink rose petal hue,
make you look like a piece of art.
Your smile lights up the sky and makes it shine.
Your skin ,a canvas of golden glow ,
a light skinned beauty for all I know.
In your eyes,my heart finds a home,
a place to rest and never roam.
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
melting my fears and soothing my desire.
But my dear, we're worlds apart,
and I'm left with just a shattered heart.
Though we're apart,I know I'm your heart's sweet melody.
You were in my dream
A passerby in slow motion
And just like real life
You were here for a second
And then you were gone
You left an empty ache in my chest
That slowly faded out
Along with your beautiful silhouette
From the back of my mind
And I know you’ll return
I just don’t know when
But I’ll keep reaching out for you
Waving my hand through the darkness
Hoping you’ll hold it
One more time
In the tree walk
We were walking in the trees
Leaving all the crap below
we entered another world
of insects, birds, squirrels, bats and bees
communicating trees
in unconditioned coolness
in the above living
where everything is breathing
unaware, indifferent, trusting, being
This was no world of false words
Or vain lies and posturing
This was no television soap opera
Of feigned emotions or histrionics
Here like a plunge into a tropical sea
Our face was pushed against the edge
Of a silent world in motion
A world without words
In a structure organized like a jewel
Or a sunny smiling symphony
Here we were
As if floating under the sea
Off coral reefs
With snorkel or tank
Where there we left all the crap above
Now here in the trees
We left all the crap below
It’s either crap above or crap below
It’s still crap though
So burn it up in a uranium fire
Let these two worlds meet in us in love
In the air where paradise is waiting below and above
Those eyes,
Like black velvet night.
Draw me in with a gentle might.
Your lips,
a pink rose petal hue, makes you a piece of art.
Your smile lights up the world and makes it shine. Your skin, a canvas of golden glow.
A light skinned beauty, for all I know.
In your eyes,my heart finds a home,a place to rest and never roam.
Your touch ignites a burning fire,
melting my fears and soothing my desire.
But my love, we're worlds apart.
And I'm left with just a shattered heart.
Those black eyes, pink lips and beautiful smile haunts me still, and makes my heart go wild.
Though we might be apart, I know that, I'm your heat's sweet melody.
So Panglosses got their departments
And Candides have their garden fun
The citizens in their apartments
Enjoy the morning dazzling sun
Things go as planned, but so it must
In the best of all possible worlds
Which hadn’t yet been blown to dust
Saved by the mighty Gods
Who like to show the master swing
The ball rolls straight into the hole
The guests applaud, a tray of drinks
Is brought to ply them all
And in the evening breaking news
Some platitudes I see
Followed by the most flat reviews -
Just how it meant to be.
southern, technical wrestling style
a tech and grapple style. a
Spinebuster and DDT
as signature moves and
and a tough, tough demeanor
Becoming a world champion means
achieving the highest possible honor
in a sport or discipline, requiring
extraordinary dedication, talent,
and mental fortitude to be the best
in the world. It signifies being a globally
recognized winner of an elite
international competition, and for
many, it represents the culmination
of a lifelong pursuit of excellence
and a profound sense of achievement.
widespread respect and admiration felt
for someone or something on the basis
of a perception of their achievements or quality
Prophet of prophets, titled as messenger, guard of worlds
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
At the dream I told this poem, sultan of universes
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Four lovers: Abu Bakr, Umar, Usman, Ali at every place
Express qualifications of four books of Lord
Fellow of God, Love of God, Messenger of God, Prophet of God
Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is, Muhammad he is
Anonymous
Translation Onur Ünlü
Gods world
Children
Make sure you follow
The bed schedule that I
Made for you
Don't stay up late
Because you will
Mess up you sleep schedule
And you will only get a few hours of
Sleep
Sleep is very important
You need 8 hours of sleep
You can't function without sleep
Yes children I gave you a roof
Over you head
I feed you every
And you never starved once
I gave you clothes for you to wear
You wear it every day
journey of lost past
dark worlds collide in silence
world forget me not
questions upon questions asked
bloody rivers start of plagues
Never go there.
Where dark has captured daylight.
Never go there.
Where there is no singing of birds.
Never go there.
Where there is no pulse of the heart.
Never go there.
Where there are not any interactions of love.
Go there, where there is much daylight.
Where it is filled with songs of birds.
Any kind of songs of the world.
A melodious song can bring happiness in love.
And can relieve the boringness of life.
Go there, where it is filled with intimacy.
(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
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