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Mara Chantal Poem
The tingling sweet sensation
As he grabbed my hand
I dared betray my emotion
This path I chose to stand
Side by side in lovers strand
Woven tight by fate’s hand
His stare of phony devotion
How can I question?
The beautiful morning ray, I hoped he not stray
An empty echo as I turned, dared not say
Our journey, the dark lair still lay
Maidan skirt hold his hair at bay
I wander yet again, the lonely day
Marred skin, I swore not to sway
Maybe I cradle his blood, he’d stay.
The path I thread, seems too thorny,
Where once bloomed, now rests agony.
Was it love or hunger cloaked in grace?
Did I chase his warmth, or just a face?
Perhaps my greed was far too shallow,
A hollow need in a painted shadow.
Now echoes laugh where silence grew,
Maybe the mockery always knew.
I hear them now, the whispers, bare,
The stifled truths that lived in the air.
But I was drawn, a moth to flame,
Blind to lies that wore his name.
To love, to hold, I held too tight,
And still he vanished into the night.
I gave my all to a facade
Under the Maiden skirt his oath lay.
Copyright © mara Chantal | Year Posted 2025
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Mara Chantal Poem
There are two days I know
Yesterday and today
Yesterday laid the cross I bear
Cross I dared not to wear
Forever we stay, they say,
But the thorns stares away
In the pasture last known to stray,
Cradle land, a means to an end
Forgive me if I stray to forever land
For my kin, I bared my soul to fend
I gave my all and my all it took
Parting is luxury for tomorrow unknown
Final glimpse I begged the stars to hide
Evil stares where eyes dared not look
In corners cloaked by fear and stain
Mara Chantal@2025
Copyright © mara Chantal | Year Posted 2025
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Mara Chantal Poem
The sun shone in bewilderment,
Scornfully it scorch,
As Rose plead her fifth amendment,
Her good nature made a strife,
Lea smirk in disdain ,
Saith her world has ended.
Twice fairer than Lea,
In Lea heart lies deceit,
She whispers in Rose ear,
Come and sit, where Serpent hisses,
I will smother thee with kisses,
Honey lies secrets not known,
In Lea lives the honey.
Thrice shy, Rose smiled,
Shame to nymphs, her beauty adorns,
Alluring nature, men confuse,
The Serpent hold the kisses,
“Come, let’s dine with the devil” she said.
My table is set for thee, Lea.
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Mara Chantal Poem
Two diverse paths lay,
The rough path tell the tales
Tales of what lays ahead
The smooth path tells no tales
Both lead to same destination
Our choice stared at us
The heart seeks honour
Rough path they thread
Their desire, they must not faint
The cheers of their leader,
Echoes through the lonely path
The smooth path, leader thread,
In honor, loyalty stand.
“Aye, my enemy smirk”, leader scream,
Strike down my foe, restore my name,
Bang! Bang! They strike,
In loyalty, they raise their blades,
Not at foes, but strangers fate forbade,
Children waits endlessly, stares at the stars,
For the one that promised forever.
“Aye, my enemy mocks me”, leader screams,
Strike down my foe - your honor to have,
Bang! Bang! They strike again,
Leader path lies Fortress veil,
Kin merry heart content
Loyalty forbade question
In loyalty, they loose it all
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Mara Chantal Poem
The silent echoing sound
Of rhythm I could hear forever,
Attuned eyes glared in wonder
As I swirled in sanity profound
To rhythm of wishful thought
The beautiful ray on bare skin,
As you held me close to your embrace
I saw forever in your longing eyes
Maybe the sun mocks my delusion
I stare in loss of the path to walk,
Path of forever not mine to take.
What we had was carved in mist,
A dream too fragile to awake.
Your voice, now a distant hush,
Fades between twilight and ache,
And I, a shadow of once forever,
Hold on to what time couldn’t fake.
The echo sleeps where love once lay
A truth too loud for hearts to say.
You touched my soul, then slipped away.
And so, forever became yesterday.
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Mara Chantal Poem
The prophet
In the dark,
Winters tale
A daze in mirage,
he can tell,
The bed he clasp,
In victory glee,
Forever fun
Victorious, it seems,
The last groan,
Love fell,
Blank stare,
Sin spell
Sermon call,
believers praise,
Voices scream,
happy tears,
Hallowed prophet,
Vessel divine.
The woods stare,
lover’s hair lay,
Sad hearts,
lips sought to say,
Nay, “witches tale,
lie in thy bosom”,
Hallowed prophet,
Hold no sinful sway.
Sycophant snare,
Believers dwell,
They bow
They choke,
To taste his shadow,
But the dark lies,
Lover’s secret.
Hidden lust,
Whispered truths,
His darkness wears,
a sacred mask.
The prophet,
Serpent holds,
The truth he tell,
“I see your misery,”
“In my Holy hands,”
“Thy fortune lies”.
Future he trades,
In gold coins,
Hallowed vessel,
Faith bartered,
On velvet palms.
Veil of light,
Mask of shadow.
Blind hearts gather,
Eyes wide with longing,
Clutching conjured visions,
Like shadows dancing
On empty walls.
Candles flicker,
voices chant,
Every blessing,
A counterfeit,
Every prayer,
A coin’s echo,
Every tear,
A step nearer his throne.
The woods watch,
silent witnesses,
The wind carries,
Whispers of truth,
Buried in hearts,
“Almighty judge all”,
Cowardly deceit
Blinded faith,
Golden cage.
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