Fourlinegraphia

  The Yoke of Empire ********************* Beneath the shadow of a foreign flag, The heavy chains of silent stories drag. With tired hands and broken dreams they weep, In lonely graves the world forgot to keep. *** Upon the shoulders of the weary man, The master sits to rule his fleeting span. One carries pride, and one must bear the chair, A frozen picture of a world unfair. *** The master wears a coat of shining thread, The servant walks where only shadows tread. Like deep roots trapped beneath a frozen clay, The common people bleed their lives away. *** The hands that built the mighty ocean fleet, Are left to die in dust upon the street. They stand like ancient banyan trees in the gale, Though bent by storms, their spirit will not fail. *** The ruler speaks of law and golden light, But builds his palace in the deepest night. A mother’s tear, an empty, barren field, Are painful truths that power tried to shield. *** The tyrant claims he owns the open sky, Because he trapped a bir...

I remember the days when you were my world, when every moment with you felt like a dream unfurled. Three years of love, two years as a pair, we promised forever, we promised to care. But somewhere along the way, we lost our light, our words became fewer, our hearts filled with fights. We lived under one sky but walked different ways, lost in our silence, lost in our days. I don’t even know when we started to fall, when “us” became distant and love felt so small. We only knew one thing, standing apart- “I can’t live with you and walk my on way” said both of our hearts. So we walked to the court with a decision made, thinking goodbye was the choice we had laid. Yet every time I saw you standing there, the anger was gone, there was something still there. Then one day I asked, “Shall we have some tea?” A simple moment brought back the old me. We sat and talked like we did before, and slowly we opened the forgotten door. We laughed about memories, the silly things we did, the love we once s...

 Die Another Day ***************** I count the passing days upon the sky, Like drifting stars that wander slowly by. I miss the laughter that we have not shared, The quiet moments destiny prepared. *** I carry memories that are not born, Like winter fields that wait to meet the dawn. But deep beneath this solitary flame, There lives a quiet fear without a name. *** For while I dream of your desired embrace, A darker vision takes its sudden place: The day you turn your back and walk away, And steal the golden sun from every day. *** How strange that love can hold two restless seas- One filled with hope, and one with silent pleas. One wave that brings you gently to my shore, One wave that takes you back for evermore. *** We die in moments, hidden deep and small, In dreams we lose, in tears that never fall. The person that I was just yesterday Will fade like mist and quietly drift away. *** And if our tangled paths should fade away, If heavy night should steal another day, Remember th...

  The Woman Who Bloomed In Winter ************************************ She was a flower born for the golden spring, But life placed her under an endless, weeping rain, A promised garden of velvet roses Left her with only the thorns and the pain. She wore her grace like a heavy crown, While beneath her ribs, a quiet ocean threatened to drown. *** She fed the little birds in her sheltering nest, Even when no one cared for the roots of the tree, A lantern consuming its own oil in a dark room, She gave away her warmth, wild and free. She spent her light ensuring others could safely sail, A solitary lighthouse standing stark against the gale. *** Her nights were filled with heavy, shifting shadows, Her brightest dreams were buried deep in the dust, The hands that were meant to hold her gently Forgot the sacred language of love and trust. She was treated like a deep well in a desert place- Treasured for her water, but forgotten in the drought's embrace. *** She carried mountains wrapped ...

She walks alone where the waves meet the shore, Listening for footsteps she waits for once more. The evening wind carries a whispering tune, A song of the ocean beneath the pale moon. Her eyes follow boats that disappear in the blue, Searching the horizon, still dreaming of you. The sea keeps your memories close to her heart, Though miles and silence may keep you apart. The waves come running to touch the land, Like a lover reaching for a waiting hand. They leave with the tide, they wander away, But return to the shore at the break of day. She learns from the ocean, patient and true, That love can survive when hearts are two. For even the waves that travel so far Still find their way back beneath the same star. The storms may rise and the nights may fall, The sea may answer with a distant call. But her love remains like the endless sea, A timeless song of what you mean to me. And when the moon shines over the shore, She feels your presence forevermore. For love is not lost when the wav...

  Memories in My Eyes ********************* Some memories sleep inside the heart, Quietly holding a forgotten part. A smile, a word, a moment gone, Still feels like a beautiful dawn. *** Some memories make our eyes well up with tears, Bringing back love from the passing years. Old feelings whisper through the silent night, Like a fading star with a gentle light. *** Though time may carry the days away, Some emotions forever choose to stay. The heart may change, the world may move, But memories remain with the ones we love. *** In the quiet corners of the mind, Lost moments are still left behind. A touch, a voice, a precious embrace, Still lives forever in a hidden place. *** Some memories never truly depart, They bloom like flowers inside the heart. And whenever my eyes begin to see, Those memories come alive in me.

If I had wings, I would become a lonely soul chasing the horizon, flying beyond these endless skies, searching for a place where someone waits with loving eyes. I would build a little home of palm leaves, a shelter of peace, a corner of my own, a quiet anchor in this restless world, far away from the loneliness I have known. I would carry my heart through every storm, a locked chest hiding my sorrow inside, hoping someday someone would whisper, “Stay with me… don’t fly away.” I have crossed so many seasons alone, a silent shadow watching the world move on. Many faces surround me, yet no hand has reached for mine, no voice has ever said, “You belong here… you are not alone.” Will someone hide my tears in the warmth of their embrace? Will someone protect the dreams I buried in a secret place? Will someone hold my hand when my journey is through, or will I leave this world with no one to remember me too? When my final breath disappears, when darkness arrives at the end of my d...