Fourlinegraphia

My emotions fell silent years ago, Like rivers that forgot where they should flow. No resurrection do I wait to see, Just thoughts that never set me free. *** The mind still speaks, the burdens stay, While time steals another day. My hair turns grey, my strength may fade, And life moves on, as all things must. *** I know my days are not my own, No soul can claim time as a throne. So before I turn to dust once more, I ask what I was living for. *** Must I exist for myself alone? Chase fleeting dreams and call them home? Or can I give, before I depart, Something that matters beyond my heart? *** I seek no crown, no immortal name, No worldly praise, no lasting fame. I seek a path that does no harm, A truth that holds, a purpose calm. *** If Nature speaks, I wish to hear; If Earth needs care, I wish to be near. If God has woven a greater design, Let my purpose somehow align. *** I have weighed the truth, the wrong, the right, Through endless thought and sleepless night. I stand with courag...

  Today the morning wears a crown of glowing crystal, The skies are blue, the gentle rivers run nicely. A quiet peace the summer gardens hold, Where flowers bloom beneath the early sun. / The trees stand tall, the silent branches sway, And life seems pretty along the grassy lane. No shadow warns of what is on the way, A drowsy hush, devoid of fear and pain. / Yet where the dense ferns create an emerald shade, Beneath the leaves, where darker shadows lie, A silent threat in heavy coils arrayed Now slumbers deep, where careless feet go by. / A venomous snake king, in peaceful slumber curled, With painted skin and heavy, resting hood, Hides quietly within the glowing world, The sleeping ruler of the quiet wood. / It gives no hiss, it gives no warning sign, Just gentle peace and hidden, deadly power. It waits where quiet pathways intertwine, Unseen beneath the beauty of the green. / For danger rarely wears a dreadful face; It often hides where living waters flow. And what looks sweet w...

I crawl beneath the endless sky, With all my little world held high; A fragile shelter, piece by piece, My silent war, my search for peace. Through shadowed leaves and nights unknown, I bear the weight I call my own; Each fragment gathered, pain and pride, Becomes the home in which I hide. Through silent shadows of the night, When heavy burdens dim my spark, I trust the smallest thread of light Can pierce the deepest, coldest dark. The world looks past my tiny frame, Unaware of struggle, loss, or pain; Yet every step, though slow and small, Is proof I rise despite it all. I wear my burdens as I roam, And make the weight I carry home; For what protects me from the rain Was built from fragments, loss, and strain. Yet hope still flickers deep inside, A quiet dream I cannot hide; Though roots of fear may hold me near, I grow beyond the reach of fear. The winding road of time bestows Both sharpest thorn and sweetest flower; Through every trial, the spirit grows, Unlocking deep, unnoticed po...

  Even when I close my eyes, Golden dreams remain; Even when I open them, They shimmer through the quiet rain. *** Amid the rolling hills of green, Where ancient stones convene, My heart still wanders down that lane, Through every cherished scene. *** Once, beneath a flowering tree, I waited, longing for you to appear; Unseen by all, you climbed its boughs, And scattered blossoms through the air. Like a shower of petals, soft and free, They fell beneath the whispering trees. *** Beneath the silver moon, on a golden holiday night, I swayed upon the swinging vine in the fading light. You pushed me from behind, your laughter wild and free, Then tumbled me into the grass-a moment still with me. *** At the edge of the quiet field, where the chapel bells rang low, Your anklets chimed like silver streams as you danced to and fro. You tossed a sacred blossom, then beckoned with a smile; And standing there before you, my heart trembled all the while. *** Though thatched-roof homes have vani...

  Life is a festival, a vibrant play, A golden dream that blooms each day. And youth is the treasure we hold today, A fleeting sunshine that lights our way. With hearts wide open and spirits free, We dance to the rhythm of destiny. Upon the waters, a dance unfolds, A tale of wonder that nature holds. Where swaying trees and the morning breeze Whisper their songs through the rustling leaves, The river sparkles beneath the sun, And calls us to join in its endless fun. We drift along on the ripples of youth, In lotus ponds, far from the harshest truth. The world seems gentle, the skies seem bright, And every moment is filled with light. With songs of joy and laughter so sweet, We wander along where the waters meet. The blooming flowers, the birds in flight, Turn ordinary days into pure delight. We chase our dreams without a care, Believing that happiness will always be there. Yet time moves forward, silent and swift, And every moment becomes a gift. For songs and laughter must not be ...

  Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't wiped away my tears! From the very first days I can remember, You came along as a companion in every game; My dear friend who built a golden nest in my heart, Have you truly forgotten me, a poor soul? I placed you upon the shores of love In the middle of life's journey; And you, along that passing path, Walked away, turning me into a mere stranger. In this world, hopes hold no value, Love has no worth today; If you have wealth and status, anyone can be pawned away... Still, I search for your footprints Along the lonely pathways; With endless longings in the darkness of the nights, Waiting for you, my heart burns and aches. Counting every moment, counting every day, I waited just to catch a glimpse of your sacred face. You were the only one in my dreams, Yet you still haven't come, you haven't w...