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Kei Iksan Poem
In the expanse of the vast blue canvas above,
Where birds tell tales in the silence of flight,
Their wings, artisans of an unseen story,
And the wind, a subtle bard, whispers concealed longing.
Nature, a poet draped in the hues of twilight,
Clouds, the orchestra composing a captivating melody,
An unspoken symphony, beauty defying verbal capture,
The sky, a vast canvas, and nature, a graceful dancer in unwritten verses.
As morning unveils itself, the sun, a warm storyteller,
Leaves murmur tender secrets in the gentle wind's embrace,
Hearts take flight on the wings of elusive dreams,
Love poetry blossoms in the profound silence within.
Suns embrace the world with tender arms,
Flowers bloom, each petal weaving a tapestry of hope,
Amidst the foliage, love unfolds an endless narrative,
This poetry, a rhythmic cadence guiding our steps towards a harmonious dusk.
Night, a silent painter, blankets the world in darkness,
Stars, brilliant jewels adorning the cosmic tapestry,
Soft light pirouettes upon the water's surface,
The silence of the night, an artistry of unspoken words.
Poetry of the night emerges from immeasurable beauty,
Moon shadows sketch dreams behind veiled clouds,
Silent stories meander through the tranquil darkness,
This poetry, a symphony of night, resonating with the gentle notes of peace.
Winding through a city that never slumbers,
Footsteps echo in harmony with swift-paced lives,
Concrete and towering edifices frame the stage,
Hidden tales of hearts, protagonists in the clamor.
Street poetry etches itself in the pavement's embrace,
Concrete walls, stoic witnesses to life's unfolding drama,
Stories folded like origami in the asphalt trail,
This poetry, a reflection, a sonnet to a city that ceaselessly articulates.
Rain, a choreographer, orchestrates a soft ballet on rooftops,
Each droplet, a note in a melodious composition,
Earth, a grateful audience to the sky's generosity,
Rain poetry, an eternal serenade in liquid verses.
Every drop, a strophe written by the nimble quill of the sky,
The rustle of rain, a dialect translated by the earth,
Earth and sky entwined in a ballet of grace,
This poetry, an ode of gratitude sung by the vast expanse of the timeless cosmos.
Copyright © Kei Iksan | Year Posted 2023
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Kei Iksan Poem
As morning light unveils its grace,
A modest smile adorns each face.
No need for grandeur, just beguile,
A simple smile, a cherished style.
No eloquence in words to find,
Just a gentle grin, so unconfined.
It speaks of joy with whispers slight,
In the dialect of smiles, pure and bright.
A sunlit spark upon your lips,
Igniting joy with playful quips.
Unfussy, potent, this gesture mild,
A universal language, forever styled.
'Neath the sun's gentle, warm embrace,
A humble smile graces each face.
No need for grandeur, no elaborate style,
In simplicity, joy begins to compile.
A curve of lips, a radiant gleam,
A modest smile, a tranquil dream.
It whispers tales of warmth and ease,
In every line, a gentle breeze.
No intricate verses, no complicated wiles,
Just the enchantment of those simple smiles.
A language universal, tender and neat,
In moments of joy, hearts discreet.
So let it blossom like petals in a pile,
The allure found in a simple smile.
Copyright © Kei Iksan | Year Posted 2024
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Kei Iksan Poem
Cosmic Vibes and Self-Love Jives
Amid cosmic whispers, stars sync up tight,
Universe unfolds, a colossal setup, alright.
Galaxies kick back, in a groove so cool,
Like the cosmos saying, "Yo, embrace self-rule!"
In the cosmic quiet, a self-hug takes place,
Planets spin like they're in a cosmic embrace.
Nebulas bloom, hug the unknown so tight,
Self-love's on full display, blowing up the night.
Colors splatter the cosmic canvas, no cap,
Self-love legit, like a cosmic map.
In this vast space, a mirror does appear,
Reflecting love, kicking fear out of here.
Beyond the stars, deep within your core,
Self-love, making the universe adore.
In those silent beats, a cosmic dove,
Whispers the language of self-love.
Copyright © Kei Iksan | Year Posted 2024
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