Poems written in a traditional fourteen-line structure, using rhythm and rhyme to explore themes of love, longing, time, and the quiet turns of the human heart.
I love you best before the world begins,When coffee steam is still a ghost in air,And sleep still lingers soft upon your skin—The early hush we neither need declare. The kettle hums its low and patient song,Your fingers trace the chipped edge of your cup;No grand confession makes the moment strong,But how you never rush …
Poem on Regret and Heartbreak When clocks forget the vows we used to keep,And sundials stain with shade where noon once glowed,I count the hollow hours, long and steep,That rose like bread but fell a heavier load. You were the hinge on which my mornings turned—Now dawns arrive unhinged, a gaping door.Each tick a tiny …
When Akhenaten raised the disk of gold,And cast the old gods down from temple heights,He dreamed a sun that all the world would hold,And built a city washed in blinding lights. But Amarna's sands could not resist the tide,The priests of Amun whispered in the dark,They struck his name from stone when he had died,And …
When daylight fades and silent deserts breathe, The temple walls begin their quiet speech; In chiseled lines where ancient shadows seethe, Old voices stir beyond the scholar’s reach. Each mark a pulse of memory long sealed, A story sleeping in the patient stone; By moonlit touch their hidden truths revealed, They rise as if the …
When April weeps with slow and silver rain,And skies wear gray like mourning for the sun,The blossoms shiver on the windowpane,Their fragile joy cut short before begun. The meadow’s green, but bruised beneath the cloud,The birdsong comes in half-remembered phrases,And every breeze, once gentle, now too loud—A damp that clings and darkens as it grazes. …
The morning light arrives but finds no spacewhere once your laughter filled the waking air,for in this house, time moves at a slower pace,and silence echoes everywhere. I trace your shadow on the empty wall,recall the cadence of your steady tread,and listen for a voice that does not callfrom rooms where memories remain unsaid. The …
When twilight folds the daylight into blue, And hushes earth with cool, untroubled grace, The moon ascends with ancient, tender hue, A lantern lifted in the darkened space. She wears the borrowed fire of distant suns, Yet makes it hers with quiet, patient glow; Around her scattered light in fragments runs— A thousand stars in …
I stand where painted playground colors gleam, Where childhood games wear masks of sharpened stakes; A fevered pulse beneath a neon dream, Where every fragile hope trembles and breaks. Green light—my heart sprints forward, fierce and wild; Red light—I freeze with breath held in my chest. The rules are simple, cruelly reconciled: Survive the round, …
Beneath the woven reach of winter’s lace, A tiny pulse of life adorns the morn; Soft sunlight slips across the open space, And paints the quiet hour newly born. You rest where brittle branches meet the blue, A spark suspended in the cooling air, As though the sky itself has summoned you To show how …
This waking world is not the one I knew,A stranger, bright with elemental breath,Where crystalflies on seas of azure flew,And ancient dragons dream of looming death. I climb the peaks where Mondstadt’s freedom rings,And trace the stone contracts that Liyue keeps,Through Inazuma’s storm, where lightning singsA song for promises the nation sleeps. Each Archon’s tale …