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Best Poems Written by Kjeld Vk

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The Laughing Sea

The sea laughs, its waves arise,
A timeless dance beneath vast skies.
Drifting freely, living today,
The tides erase what words convey.
Heaven laughs at our fleeting fight,
Who will fall, and who takes flight?
Ups and downs like the ocean’s roar,
High peaks crumble, low tides restore.

Why fret for victory, or weep for loss?
Life flows on, no need to pause.
The rivers laugh, the mountains sigh,
Heroes fade, their echoes die.
Yet in the breeze, I find my place,
Lost in solitude, time’s quiet embrace.
Bold and lofty, free from the strain,
Of fleeting glory or endless gain.

The waves will wash all dreams away,
Even life bows to their sway.
But what of that? Why fear the tide?
A noble heart has nothing to hide.
Cast off the mask, embrace the flame,
Forget the world, discard its name.
True self stands firm, unyielding, free,
Lonely, yes—but true to me.

Though my life may set like the evening sun,
Its splendor lingers, the race is won.
Through crashing waves, I find my song,
Laughing wildly, where I belong.
I live as the sea, vast and untamed,
Savoring joy, unbound, unchained.
Even at the edge, where shadows descend,
I’ll laugh, defiant, until the end.

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Phoenix's Lament

I rose from flames that kissed my wings,
A timeless dance where rebirth sings.
Ash and ember, my cradle, my shroud,
I burn anew, fierce and proud.

I watched them gaze, their fragile eyes,
Afraid of death, of fate’s disguise.
Yet I am death and life entwined,
A creature forged beyond the blind.

The fire does not scorch it shapes, it molds,
It claims the weak, but the strong it holds.
Each searing flare, each blinding glow,
Marks my path where mortals won’t go.

I’ve soared through skies of endless flame,
Carved my legend, whispered my name.
Not bound by time, not chained by fear,
I rise where others disappear.

They call it pain; I call it flight,
Through searing heat, through endless night.
Their fleeting lives, their fragile frames,
Cannot grasp the truth my fire proclaims.

For I am eternal, unbroken, alive,
Through death’s cold hand, I still survive.
Each fall, a step to rise anew,
With flames reborn, the skies I slew.

So let them wonder, let them dream,
Of feathers bright, of fire’s gleam.
For I am Phoenix, unyielding, free,
A flame eternal, destiny's decree.

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The Hollowing

I once screamed
But the echoes faded,
And slowly, I lost my voice.

I once cried
Until the rivers dried,
And slowly, I lost my tears.

I once grieved
But the weight grew lighter,
And slowly, I bore it all.

I once rejoiced
But joy turned distant,
And slowly, the world stood still.

Now, all that remains
Is an expressionless face,
A gaze as unyielding as stone.

In the void of my heart,
Only perseverance lingers,
A quiet, insignificant ember
That belongs to me alone.

Yet embers endure,
Hidden beneath ash,
A stubborn glow defying the dark.
It flickers faintly,
Whispering to the void:
"I am still here."

Though storms may howl,
And shadows press close,
This ember cannot be quenched.
It waits patiently,
For a breath, a spark,
To ignite what was once lost.

From this ember,
A fire could rise—
Not to destroy,
But to warm the hollow soul.
A flame to remind the world:
Even the smallest ember
Holds the power to burn bright.

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Light Eclipse

The sun hides behind shaded walls when darkness descends and shadows rise.
The sky grows dimmer yet still feels so bold as the day fades and night falls.

However, a thread of light soon starts to develop and a gleam appears.
The battle is over, the sun returns, the night flees, and the day triumphs.

Even shadows have a role; they help us learn to deal with light.
The cycle repeats itself, the light remains, and the darkness subsides to reveal the day.

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Ink and Paper

The nights you’ve squandered, shadowed, cold,
A silent tally, never told.
The hollow ache, a constant guest,
A day repeated, an empty test.

No gentle dawn, no whispered plea,
Change storms the gates, wild and free.
A forceful hand, a midnight’s claim,
Or rot in comfort’s fleeting shame.

The fragile lies, the threads you weave,
“Tomorrow comes,” the words deceive.
But time, a thief, steals quiet grace,
Leaving behind an empty space.

Tonight, the pen a sharpened blade,
In silent hours, a truth displayed.
No guru’s wisdom, no magic gleam,
Just ink and paper, a waking dream.

Unmask the flaws, the buried fears,
The whispered doubts of passing years.
Tear down the walls, expose the lies,
Where hidden truth in darkness cries.

No borrowed words, no scripted fate,
But your own voice, inviolate.
The silence calls, a haunting sound,
To face the shadows, stand your ground.

Rewrite the scenes, reclaim the days,
Forge a new path through life’s dark maze.
No waiting grace, no soft reprieve,
The pen’s sharp edge you must believe.

To claim the story, fiercely done,
Before the fading of the sun.

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The Fool’s Step

He stands upon the edge so thin,
where dark begins, where lights grow dim.
One step beyond the world he knows,
to chase the path that madness shows.

No crown, no praise, no guiding hand,
no map to mark where he should stand.
Yet whispers call from depths unknown,
where dreams may rest and truth is shown.

"The fall," he says, "is worth the flight,"
the void is lit with phantom light.
Not for glory, not for gold,
but for the spark that fear withholds.

The chasm roars, but he stays still,
a fragile heart, unyielding will.
And as he leaps, his step reveals
a bridge where hope and fate align.

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The Equality of Death

no crown endures, no throne remains,
Death levels all, in silent chains.
Immortal dreams, mortal frail,
In shadow's grasp, all faces pale.

A king may rule with gilded might,
Yet he, too, fades in endless night.
A beggar’s plea, a child’s cry,
All echo faint when time runs dry.

The sky looks down, impartial, cold,
On fleeting power, on treasures sold.
Why bow to pride, why grasp at gold,
When dust reclaims both young and old?

Each name inscribed, each title claimed,
Will vanish soon, like candles tamed.
The strong oppress, the weak retreat,
Yet all are ash beneath time’s feet.

Death whispers soft, a song so clear,
A final truth all hearts must hear:
No difference marks the high or low
In death, all paths to silence go.

Yet in this truth, a freedom gleams,
For life’s no more than borrowed dreams.
And while we walk this fragile span,
We’re kin, not masters man to man.

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A Paradox of Being

To be normal, a quiet glow,
A life where no storms may show.
Yet deep within, a fire burns bright,
A longing to stand out in the light.

Born unique, in a brilliant flare,
Chained by dreams, by the world’s stare.
A sigh for peace, for the mundane,
A simple life, free from fame’s strain.

The heart desires, to always change,
What is absent feels close, yet strange.
The unknown calls, a whisper, a plea,
A maze of longing, endlessly.

But at the core of every voice,
Lies a truth, a timeless choice.
Normal or special, it matters not,
Embrace yourself, for all you've got.

So be normal, be unique, be free,
A paradox of being, for you to see.
In simplicity or splendor, your soul finds might,
A radiant life, crafted in your light

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Equality of All Things

I am myself, yet without a name,
a ripple in water, a spark in flame.
Where the self fades, simplicity grows,
all life equal, as the river flows.

The world unravels its endless chain.
a stone, a tree, the same ordained.
Each has a place, a moment, a role,
unbound by time, a shared whole.

Beauty fades, and flesh turns to bone,
yet the heart that sees is never alone.
The mask of form will crumble away,
revealing truth at the break of day.

The tiger’s hunger, the eagle’s flight,
a sacrifice made in love’s pure light.
To give, to nourish, beyond one’s breath,
is to honor life, transcending death.

A bear consumes; blood stains the earth.
A mortal cries out: “What is life’s worth?”
But deeper still, the wise will see,
the bear, the man one destiny.

If I don’t descend to darkness, who will?”
The good steps forward, serene and still.
body offered, his spirit whole,
boundless love, embracing all souls.

So love the stone, the sky, the trees,
the restless ocean, the gentle breeze.
Let go of form; embrace the whole.
All is one—the world is soul

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The Silent Edge

In silence lies a hidden blade,
A subtle force, in shadows laid.
While others shout, their voices loud,
The quiet stands unbowed.

Rejection’s sting, a bitter art,
Yet fuels the fire within the heart.
Each “no” a step on paths unknown,
A test of will, a strength full-grown.

Watchful eyes with steady gaze,
Unspoken truths through crowded haze.
While noise consumes the restless sea,
The silent see what others flee.

Not always near, not everywhere,
Selective steps make moments rare.
Like treasures found in hidden folds,
Their presence gleams in whispered holds.

With quiet strength they claim the floor,
No need to shout, no need for more.
Their confidence, a steady stream,
A force unseen, a lasting dream.

And pain, though sharp, becomes their guide,
Through shadowed nights and tears uncried.
Each scar a mark, each wound a key,
To rise beyond, to simply be.

Unpredictable as rain’s soft flow,
A shifting tide that none can know.
Each move a question, each word a spark,
A glowing flame within the dark.

The world may favor voices loud,
But silence holds a strength unbowed.
A power hidden, yet reclaimed,
A force unnamed, but deeply claimed.