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I Am Possible Poem
Fades strong air away
Nose counts memories
It's an ice-cream sundae
Normally full of calories
Hope that's hiding itself
Resistance of sorrows
Woos that very thief
Clinging new morrows.
Virus that itself clones
Loves its own antidotes.
Melody of seven strings
Just a joining of rings.
A broken sole fellow
Searches for the hollow
Touching every wounds
Those are not healing
That desired sounds
Me and you counting
Feeling of togetherness
In eternity encompasses.
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2017
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I Am Possible Poem
Have been fearful to invite fears
Being careless to forget tears
Sometimes I wonder what if
We would have fulfilled all the
Promises we made with will
Something like a sharp knife
My subconscious stabs me
Just to know how to feel
Setting all the barriers free
Also knows how to heal
Tried to make up with bribe
Without any certainty
As if been plugged in
Without a real connection
Those memories are green
But not still the affection
You let it be broken so
I have tried even though.
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2023
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I Am Possible Poem
From surface to the core,
we built with metaphor —
now silence stands
where voices used to soar.
We don’t talk anymore,
are you pretty sure?
It’s not like before…
but I remember you,
like an echo in a closing door.
The rising sun returns each day,
making us forget
the hush of night —
just as every other man
revels in the fleeting light
before paying the price
for the next sunset’s delight.
Some forget the rest,
but time takes the test.
And every dream we chase,
those timeless, aching themes —
they wear a familiar face.
A repetition of the same,
yet yours — yours was the frame
that could rewrite fate
with nothing but
your quiet grace.
Who else could change the game
just by being —
not less,
but more than name?
Do you have pass unlimited
to enter my consciousness —
when subconscious prevails,
and reason fails
to tame the wilderness?
That restless fight goes on —
between shadows and light,
where memory wears a mask,
and silence holds tight.
Do you knock to be let in
or have you always stayed
between the spaces
of every thought I’ve made?
When I dream,
are you the ghost in disguise —
a soft whisper
behind my closed eyes?
Is it you I resist,
or the truth I’ve denied?
For even in peace,
there’s a storm inside.
So tell me —
do you come with love or lore?
Do you ask to enter,
or do I already live in thy core?
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2025
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I Am Possible Poem
So again you are on your knees
For another wish
Like every other day may be just a little bit different
Who is to bother?
Is it you? Or another you?
For yourself, you know it very well
That every time you are getting hurt,
That very moment
You are going mad
But actually becoming sharper
Only a monotonous repetition.
However, the persons and the places are different every time.
Does it really matter?
The sea can't check it's flow,
Still you demand that everything should be controlled!
A motion need an eternal force,
To keep on moving.
Similarly,your orbit must be crushed sometimes
Just to recreate a phoenix from its own ashes.
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2023
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Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2025
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I Am Possible Poem
Though fate appears a riddle yet unsolved,
Its edges blurred, its pieces hid from view,
By Nature’s grace my worldly needs resolved,
Her gifts like morning rain, both rich and true.
Yet in my heart love’s branches twist and break,
A garden bright but strangely bare of bloom;
Misread affections, words we can’t remake,
Bring shadows creeping through my inner room.
Some pattern weaves itself, unseen, unkind,
A cycle spun of silence, doubt, and fear;
And though my cup is full, it leaves behind
An echo where love’s music should appear.
If heaven grants me every other part,
Why must a puzzle still divide my heart?
Copyright © I am Possible | Year Posted 2025
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