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Poetics
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ISBN13: 9798271021985
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Oct 20 2025
Pages: 144
Weight: 0.44
Height: 0.31 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: Oct 20 2025
Pages: 144
Weight: 0.44
Height: 0.31 Width: 6.00 Depth: 9.00
Language: English
This is a poetry book that can stick to your hearts desire for more out of life. Where words formulate to the minds awakening. Pages will flow into your spirit and rejoice. Let your imagination be free from what today's society has input as the norm. Follow me down the path illuminating your minds journey in this book called Poetics.
Here are some poems from Poetics
Craft
With every line, I dig down deep, through layers where old memories sleep. My pen, a shovel in the dust, To find the stories held in trust. Break the ground to find the vein, the words that have survived the rain. And with each strike of thought and rhyme, I chisel through the hardened grime. The page drank in the ink, absorbing the story as a thirsty earth takes rain. The patient paper breathed as words gave it life. The pen, like a conductor, orchestrates the scattered thoughts into a harmonious and rhythmic composition. By writing, a chaotic universe becomes a story, beautiful and whole. Writing is the art of knowing oneself, one word at a time. I am the artisan, and my words are the clay, molded into a vessel for the soul. Poetry is the open channel through which language flows. Rhythm is the pulse that makes simple language sing. In its wake, a poem leaves behind not ruin, but a world renewed, washed clean and brilliant. The verses carry a prophetic voice, as though spoken by a seer from a forgotten age. The poem is a key that unlocks the poet's hidden chambers of thought and feeling. The poem is a window, not just for looking, but for climbing through, so you may live for a moment in another's reality.
Lamb
The magic in a mother's touch can chase all the clouds away. Like a soft rain washing away the grime of a bad day, her touch restores me. Her hands are a sanctuary where a weary spirit finds its rest. A mother's love, a lamp to guide her child through the darkest night. To describe a mother's bond in words would be like trying to catch the wind in a net. The essence is felt, not held. Time with family is a gift, and every moment is a treasure. Savor each embrace, for the future is not promised. Like a flickering candle, this time is precious and brief. Some bonds are like islands, visible on the surface, but joined forever underneath. A mother is the quiet glue that holds the family together, often unseen but always present. I show my thanks not with a bouquet of flowers, but by tending to your garden. Each of my actions is a thank you letter, written across a lifetime.
Crimson
You walked into my life, and suddenly, everything felt right. Like a shooting star across the sky brief but unforgettable. Your love is the music my heart had waited for, and now every beat is a dance of joy. Your love is the foundation upon which my happiness stands. You are the one star in the endless sky that has captured my gaze completely. If your love is a dream, I never desire to be awake again. Our love became a constellation, still shining brightly long after their star had fallen. Love does not fear the grave, for it is as infinite as the sea and as eternal as the stars.
Conquistador
Words are the riverbeds for my thoughts and emotions to flow. The blank page is where my hidden truths find their voice. Writing is not what I do, but who I am. I don't just write my feelings; I build a home for them with words. I am dedicated to the artistry of constant renovation, always seeking a better design. I carry my family in my heart, a harbor to which I will always return. I wish to be a mapmaker, charting the lessons of the past so that the young can navigate the future with greater ease.
Craft
With every line, I dig down deep, through layers where old memories sleep. My pen, a shovel in the dust, To find the stories held in trust. Break the ground to find the vein, the words that have survived the rain. And with each strike of thought and rhyme, I chisel through the hardened grime. The page drank in the ink, absorbing the story as a thirsty earth takes rain. The patient paper breathed as words gave it life. The pen, like a conductor, orchestrates the scattered thoughts into a harmonious and rhythmic composition. By writing, a chaotic universe becomes a story, beautiful and whole. Writing is the art of knowing oneself, one word at a time. I am the artisan, and my words are the clay, molded into a vessel for the soul. Poetry is the open channel through which language flows. Rhythm is the pulse that makes simple language sing. In its wake, a poem leaves behind not ruin, but a world renewed, washed clean and brilliant. The verses carry a prophetic voice, as though spoken by a seer from a forgotten age. The poem is a key that unlocks the poet's hidden chambers of thought and feeling. The poem is a window, not just for looking, but for climbing through, so you may live for a moment in another's reality.
Lamb
The magic in a mother's touch can chase all the clouds away. Like a soft rain washing away the grime of a bad day, her touch restores me. Her hands are a sanctuary where a weary spirit finds its rest. A mother's love, a lamp to guide her child through the darkest night. To describe a mother's bond in words would be like trying to catch the wind in a net. The essence is felt, not held. Time with family is a gift, and every moment is a treasure. Savor each embrace, for the future is not promised. Like a flickering candle, this time is precious and brief. Some bonds are like islands, visible on the surface, but joined forever underneath. A mother is the quiet glue that holds the family together, often unseen but always present. I show my thanks not with a bouquet of flowers, but by tending to your garden. Each of my actions is a thank you letter, written across a lifetime.
Crimson
You walked into my life, and suddenly, everything felt right. Like a shooting star across the sky brief but unforgettable. Your love is the music my heart had waited for, and now every beat is a dance of joy. Your love is the foundation upon which my happiness stands. You are the one star in the endless sky that has captured my gaze completely. If your love is a dream, I never desire to be awake again. Our love became a constellation, still shining brightly long after their star had fallen. Love does not fear the grave, for it is as infinite as the sea and as eternal as the stars.
Conquistador
Words are the riverbeds for my thoughts and emotions to flow. The blank page is where my hidden truths find their voice. Writing is not what I do, but who I am. I don't just write my feelings; I build a home for them with words. I am dedicated to the artistry of constant renovation, always seeking a better design. I carry my family in my heart, a harbor to which I will always return. I wish to be a mapmaker, charting the lessons of the past so that the young can navigate the future with greater ease.
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