I’m a #savant at poetry,
wouldn’t you agree?
Though the world
has yet to pay me in coins,
it pays me in awe.
I write with joy
seeded deep in my heart,
certain these verses
will one day
feed more than my soul,
earn me my living,
and sit me amidst my prints.
#vss365#WritersOfX
I’m a #savant at poetry,
wouldn’t you agree?
Though the world
has yet to pay me in coins,
it pays me in awe.
I write with joy
seeded deep in my heart,
certain these verses
will one day
feed more than my soul,
earn me my living,
and sit me amidst my prints.
#vss365#WritersOfX
Death steals what we love
But losing a child
one’s own flesh, one’s own blood
Steals a piece of the soul
Whether a foetus
cradled only in hope
or a day old, breath barely tasted
or grown, carrying dreams of their own
Life is meant to end with us, not them
Death is the enemy!
A canvas to behold,
Strokes of celebration,
Moments bathed in color.
A masterpiece in the making,
Each detail by design,
A poem lived before it’s written.
Guided by the Almighty,
Through all 365 days of 2026,
From morning to night,
The palette is set.
#vss365#HappyNewYear2026
A family’s love is a steady ground,
cradling us from infant cries
to ashes’ silence.
Where hearts
are gently #wrapped.
Where love still lasts
a gift not all can claim.
So if fortune smiles on you
as it has on me,
count each blessing,
for love outlives what time decays.
#vss365
They couldn't reconcile
how such beauty
had a deep voice
So when she rose to sing,
they laughed.
"Frog’s croak," they scoffed,
wrote her off as #malformed
But when she sang
oh, it was #bass indeed,
one that shook the soul.
A voice so angelic,
woven from heaven's thread.
#vss365
The love I yearn for
#reeks of sadness
like a rose with its thorns,
I hold it still,
trying to embrace this love
in all its forms,
hoping my sincerity
will pull through..
and that one day,
we’ll see beyond this ache,
choosing the bloom,
not the bruises.
#vss365#writingcommmunity
This flirts
with depression.
One minute
I’m everything.
Wrapped in
cold, dark hands.
The next
I’m nothing.
A plague it regrets
A grain of sand in its heap.
Profoundly #mundane
yet those hands return
stroke my mind
not to comfort
but to remind me
they never really left.
#vss365
Spotted the typo,
a dagger to my effort🥹
It was meant to be:
"𝗔 #𝗩𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹, 𝗺𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀"
Not Virgil…
Though he could’ve guided me better.
Alas, Twitter offers no second chances.
A #Virgil
my heart stands,
guarded and afraid
of the road love may take
For one wrong choice
could open a door
to eternal doom
But this wall
unintentionally built
might seal me first
Still
there are cracks
not wide enough
to escape
Just enough
to remind me
I’m trapped
#vss365
Emotions
what I’ve lacked of late.
No love, no hate
No #seethe, no peace
No joy, no sadness.
Words no longer form.
Poems now exist
only in silence.
Beneath the moonlight,
I stare at my reflection,
a husk of what once was me
drifting elsewhere:
unseen, unnamed,
untamed.
#vss365
#Sapphire gaze
falls on her inhabitants.
We, the careless architects
of her decay,
fail to see
that her last breath
steals our own.
Still,
she hopes
that we’ll hear
the cry in her winds,
feel the bruise
beneath her rivers,
see the scars
in her sky.
Still,
she burns.
#vss365
Just like a #sparrow
deemed small,
yet mighty.
I want to be
the oxygen
that inhabits you,
unseen,
yet essential.
To become
the breath
you never question:
vital,
necessary.
Let me be
like rain on a mountain,
a whisper in the stream
brief,
yet echoing beyond the moment.
#vss365
Our meeting was a spark,
A pull we couldn’t explain.
Two souls divided
By borders, beliefs,
War and culture
Still, we found each other.
Through #crimson storms
And gray silence,
We held on.
Ours was no plan,
But a chance
That felt like destiny,
A sacred #happenstance.
#vss365