Ilavueso

Tag: Poem

  • Ohana’s Embrace

    Ohana, a whisper, a sacred vow,

    More than just blood that binds us now.

    It’s woven deep, in joy and strife,

    The very fabric of our life.

    Through laughter shared, a gentle touch,

    But strong, too, in what hurt us much.

    For in the storms, when shadows fall,

    And bitter winds make strong men crawl,

    The shared suffering, the trials we face,

    Etch deeper lines of love’s embrace.

    A quiet comfort, a knowing glance,

    A second chance, a steadfast dance.

    No matter where our footsteps roam,

    Across the miles, away from home,

    The heart remembers, soft and true,

    The warmth of Ohana, forever new.

    For family’s not just where we start,

    It’s an anchor, woven in the heart.

    A beacon burning, ever bright,

    Guiding us through the darkest night.

  • Knocked Down

    The path is long, the shadows deep,

    A whispered doubt, secrets to keep.

    The climb is steep, the air is thin,

    A battle fought from deep within.

    The world may push, the strong winds blow,

    And try to reap what I have sown.

    But in my heart, a fire gleams,

    A burning hope, a field of dreams.

    I may get knocked down but I’d get up again,

    You’ll never gonna see me down, my friend.

    For every fall, a lesson learned,

    A spirit stronger, fiercely burned.

    So let the trials come and go,

    My will to rise, it will always show.

    With every breath, a stronger stride,

    My spirit soaring, open wide.

  • Fading Sigh

    The shadows lengthen, grey and deep,

    A silent promise I can’t keep.

    To face the dawn, another day,

    When all my colors fade away.

    A whisper thin, a fading sigh,

    The silent wish to simply die.

    To shed this skin, this weary form,

    And vanish into winter’s storm.

    No meaning found, no purpose clear,

    Just hollow echoes, held so dear.

    A silent scream, unheard, unseen,

    A life unlived, a might-have-been.

    Each breath a weight, each step a strain,

    Through fields of sorrow, endless pain.

    To disappear, a fading spark,

    And leave no trace within the dark.

  • If Peace Departs

    A gentle breeze, a sky so blue,

    No need for more, just me and you.

    The sunbeams warm upon my face,

    Contentment found in time and space.

    No grand desires, no urgent chase,

    Just simple joys, at my own pace.

    A cup of tea, a well-worn book,

    A quiet corner, a peaceful nook.

    The birdsong sweet, a gentle sound,

    As ancient trees stand firmly bound.

    Each breath a gift, a moment bright,

    Living simply, bathed in light.

    For what is grand, if peace departs?

    True richness lives in open hearts.

    So let me be, just for today,

    And savor all that comes my way.

  • Craving Claws

    Shadows flicker, born of old,

    A story whispered, often told

    By trembling hands, a hollow gaze,

    Lost in a past’s perpetual haze.

    The craving claws, a restless guest,

    Whispering false and fleeting rest.

    A bitter comfort, sweet decay,

    Stealing fragments of today.

    No peace allowed, no quiet grace,

    Just ghosts that haunt this troubled space.

  • A Hollow Space

    The alarm’s first bleat, a hollow sound,

    Pulls me from slumber, earthbound,

    Another dawn, the light appears,

    And with it, whispered, nameless fears.

    A stretch, a sigh, a slow ascent,

    To face the day, on purpose bent,

    But in the quiet of the room,

    A phantom ache, a sense of doom.

    Something is missing, stark and wide,

    A hollow space where dreams reside.

    A color muted, joy subdued,

    A silent longing, unsubdued.

    The coffee brews, the news rolls by,

    Another cycle ‘neath the sky,

    And in the mundane, I discern,

    A different path, a desperate yearn.

    To chase the wild, untamed desire,

    To stoke a long-forgotten fire,

    A life unlived, a soul unspun,

    Beneath a different, brighter sun.

    To paint the canvas, write the verse,

    To break the rhythm, to disperse

    The heavy cloak of what must be,

    And claim a self that’s truly free.

    But duty calls, the clock demands,

    My spirit bound in tired hands.

    The humdrum steps, the practiced smile,

    Just for a moment, to beguile

    The heart that aches, the mind that strains,

    Against the daily, common pains.

    Oh, for a world where risks are bold,

    And stories of true living told.

  • Burning Coal

    The gilded cage, its bars unseen,

    A tapestry of what should be,

    Woven by whispers, a collective keen,

    Of how a life is meant to flee.

    A weight of glances, nods of knowing,

    The silent judgment, sharp and sly,

    A path laid out, continuously showing,

    The summit where my worth will lie.

    My spirit chafes, a restless bird,

    Against the pressure, soft and deep,

    Each whispered wish, each spoken word,

    A promise I am bound to keep.

    The air feels thick, a heavy shroud,

    Of expectations, finely spun,

    I yearn to break from this well-meaning crowd,

    And chase a different rising sun.

    Yet, in this struggle, strange and stark,

    A flicker ignites, a burning coal,

    A refusal to remain a mark,

    A captive reaching for a goal.

    For in their gaze, I see reflected,

    A strength I didn’t know I held,

    A need to prove, though disaffected,

    A story bravely to be spelled.

    So trapped I am, within their frame,

    But in this trap, a fire grows,

    To play their expected, winning game,

    And then, perhaps, to choose my own prose.

    To climb their peak, with gritted teeth,

    To taste the victory they define,

    And in that triumph, find beneath,

    The power truly to be mine.

    This fight is born of outside need,

    But in the fray, my will takes hold,

    To plant my flag, a defiant seed,

    A story waiting to unfold.