Home » Poems » Best » David Chen » Best David Chen Poems

Best Poems Written by David Chen

Below are the all-time best David Chen poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

Details | David Chen Poem

Serene Through My Eyes

In the still of night's abyss,
Where shadows dance in sweet bliss,
I yearned to remove my very own eyes,
So she could see through the world's deceitful guise.

I longed to share with her my unique view,
Of her divine beauty and regal virtue,
To reveal the truth the world tried to disguise,
And restore her radiance deep inside.

As I pondered my sacrificial act,
To give her the truth that the world has lacked,
I wondered if it would be worth the price,
To see her own beauty through someone else's eyes.

Would it be enough to give her the key,
To unlock the chains that bind her free,
Or would she need me to guide her way,
To navigate through the darkness day by day.

For what use is sight without clarity,
To see but not comprehend the rarity,
Of the beauty that lies beneath the skin,
A priceless treasure, a love to win.

Details | David Chen Poem

Icy Soul

As I walked along the cold, windy street,
I saw a wisp of smoke in the air,
Drifting and curling, like a ghostly sheet,
A lonely figure, standing there.

At first I thought it was a burning ember,
But as I drew near, I saw it was a cigarette,
A symbol of a soul that's filled with amber,
A heart that's hidden deep, but not quite set.

For who can know what lies beneath the surface,
What secrets hide within the human heart,
What darkness lurks in the hidden recesses,
Of a soul that's cold and lonely from the start.

The smoke may rise and vanish in the wind,
But the true nature of a soul is hard to find.
It may be dark and twisted, or gentle and kind,
But one thing's certain: it's not defined.

So let us not judge by what we see,
For appearances can be deceiving,
And in the end, it's what lies beneath,
That truly matters in our believing.

Details | David Chen Poem

Etchings of Love: a Subtle Afterimage

On the canvas of life, your signature lies,
Etched onto my granite heart, and the ever-changing skies.
Your essence, turned my primary colours, to vibrant schemes,
And now, in every hue I see that it’s you tinting my dreams.

You recoloured my world, breathed life into grey,
Transformed rigid contours into a graceful bright ballet.
Energy was no more just a word, it became an intimate dance,
You left your signature in every moment, every glance.

Each beat of joy is but a reflection of your presence,
An echo of laughter, lost in adolescence.
Each drop of sorrow finds its roots in your absence,
A shadowed valley, of your love, it's the severance.

You are both the zenith, and my deepest despair,
The interlude of greys, the weary threadbare.
The man I am, is but a silhouette of your inspiration,
A walking spirit of our lost constellation.

Once driven to become worthy of your affection,
A homage to your faith, an attempt at perfection.
Your phantom fingers no longer sculpt my path,
Yet, their imprints remain, a ghostly aftermath.

The woman who’ll cradle my unborn child in her womb,
Is the benefactor of the man that you helped to bloom.
Yet, my love for her, though steady and true,
Can never engulf, as completely, as I once loved you.

Your signature is everywhere, a residual glow,
In every sunset's burn, in the morning cock’s crow.
You transformed me, your essence deep in my vein,
An echo of love, a masterpiece of bittersweet pain.

Details | David Chen Poem

The Forbidden Fruit

The fruit of knowledge is both sweet and bitter,
A taste that lingers, never forgotten.
It brings enlightenment, to what once was dim,
A path to wisdom, that shall forever win.

It brings the wisdom of good and evil's strife,
And with it, pain, like a blunt and endless knife.
A curse and blessing, is the knowledge we gain,
Of the world's deep darkness and brilliant pain.

Ignorance is bliss, they say, so true it be,
But to know the truth, is to be truly free.
The highest highs, the darkest lows, it's all the same,
The power of knowledge, a burden to claim.

For in it lies the key to our own fate,
And with it comes the power to create.
So let us suffer, in this knowledge we seek,
For it's the only way to truly be unique.

Details | David Chen Poem

The Bitter Fruit: a Poem of Regret and Loss

Oh, how my heart weighs heavy with remorse
For making a once sweet fruit, so bitter, so coarse
She had lovely nature and endless in heart

But I, a black hole, took all

From the start my darkness consumed her light, 
Like yang to the yin
I took and I took, like a wicked crook
and without a second look, Left once I had my fill
Gone! 

In search of a new thrill
I watched her beauty rot to ugliness, 
Like a dying daffodil 

A monster she's become, twisted with hate
Driven to anger by love, she’s gone forever
It’s far too late

I mourn what I've done, my heart full of regret
I have an unpayable debt, 
for a sweet soul now ruined

Oh, how I long to turn back the hands of time
To clean up my mess and make amends, 
But it's too late, the damage is done, and she's gone
A monster now, a victim of my selfish con

Oh, sweet friend, I apologise for all that I’ve done 
For turning your light into darkness, 

For setting your sun

Details | David Chen Poem

Chess Game With My Twin Flame

In a game of chess against my twin flame,
We sat across the board and the battle commenced!

With each move we make, we both strive to claim
Victory, but fear of loss makes us both tense.

For we've both been “loved”, but it was not pure,
For past love was just a desire to possess,
To validate themselves as they grow and mature,
At the cost of our happiness.

But with my twin flame, it's different, you see,
She’s an equal to me, a partner in mind,
But still, we both fear to lose ourselves fully,
To someone who may, in the end, be unkind.

So we play this game, with each move so precise,
Hoping to find love, but not at our own sacrifice.

Details | David Chen Poem

Father I Need You

Beneath the astral sky, where quiet sings,
I muse on days of love and painful things.
A question stirs, dear father, guiding star,

Am I a fool to open wide my heart?

O Father, from afar, please steer my way,
As once again, I feel I might stray,
To one whose former faults had left their mark,
And tore apart my trusting, tender heart.

In youth, I faltered, stumbled in the night,
My heart unversed in love's restricting sight.
But time has marched, and now my thoughts have bloomed,

Could I revive what once was assumed doomed?

Thrice have I tread this well-worn path of love,
And yet, unsure again, I find myself shoved
Toward a love that may not last the night,

Do I act with folly or with grace?
Do I yield to love that marred my face?

Are we, like daffodils that bend and whirl,
Transformed by time, love's wisdom to unfurl?

For love, relentless, sometimes blinds the view,
To the harsh truth that kindness may eschew.

Father, guide me through this boundless maze,
Help me navigate this transient phase.

I seek solace in the truth of love's demise,
Let it rest in peace, forever, by the wayside.

Details | David Chen Poem

Scaling Mountains: the Search For Self-Worth

Today I stood upon a cloud,
The breeze gently kissed my face
And for a fleeting moment I felt proud.
I did the impossible, I set the pace

This is the view I tirelessly sought
My reward for battles bravely fought

Then troublesome thoughts sprang to mind 

"This is not what I hoped to find

In your heart, you know it's true,
You’re still the same no matter what you do.
You’re the weak boy that you always was,
And just because you’ve found yourself, 
Risen above common man, 
In my mind you’re still a lowly ant"

Why can’t you just let me be?
Why can’t I be free to be happy?

And in that second I had my reply

“Come up with a harder dream, Climb that new summit!
Then I’ll bless you with more self esteem”

So with weary hands, I’ll climb again
Scaling mountains, exploring lands.

Details | David Chen Poem

The Art of Becoming: Shaped By Sacrifice

The tender strokes of becoming,
Are found atop of agony and loss,
In the heart of suffering, a seed is sown,
It's the bud from which I have grown, ever blooming.

Here I stand in front of the mirror,
My reflection forward in time self so clear,
His eyes bear the stories of resistance,
He whispers, "Thank you," to the echoes of persistence.

Each sacrifice, a chisel to the soul,
Carving out a being, from the unformed whole.
Pain, the artist, shapes us in its grip,
From nothingness to purpose, on life's canvas we flip.

In him I see the man I could become,
With gratitude in his gaze, he acknowledges me,
The sacrifices made, the suffering endured,
Crafted his form into someone that’s truly free.

As the Taoists say, we're an un-carved block,
Enduring life's trials, against time's ticking clock.
We transform, reshape, and make anew,
From formless beginnings, to true virtue.

I bear the marks of suffering, the etchings of sacrifice,
I've become the cup, in which my fate rests.
I am now of use, of purpose, and might,
A testament to endurance, a beacon of strong willed protest.

Details | David Chen Poem

The Pursuit of Sincerity

In youth, I sought the glance of maidens fair,
Longing for their love, their gaze to share,
But they passed me by with naught but a fleeting look,
Leaving my heart yearning, my soul forsook.

Yet as I grew and widened my scope,
My friends stood by me, a guiding hope,
Their camaraderie, my growth impelling,
My character building, my prestige swelling.

And lo! Women now flock to me with ease,
Like bees to a flower, in search of sweet release,
But their love seems shallow, their hearts untrue,
I cannot tell who is genuine and who is but a passing view.

For in this sea of self-interest and greed,
Finding true love seems a most difficult deed,
I seek a virtuous woman, a heart sincere,
To love me for me, and hold my heart dear.

Thus, I continue to build my character and my soul,
And hope that one day true love shall make me whole,
For in my heart, I know a love that's pure,
Will find me one day, and forevermore endure.