Daily doses

With a pen in my hand
I am indeed ready
For the next poetic fix,
A piece Inspired
By the rain drops
Tap dancing on my window.

-Dante

A Taste Of First Light

Nothing quite beats
That first breath,
Of the freshest air
Accompanied
By that kiss
From the Sun’s rays
Nothing quite beats,
The gift
Of a new day.

-Dante

The Fade

All thats left are memories
Of what once was
And never will be,
Like a dream I cant recollect
Everything has ultimately
Faded.

-Dante

Leaking Identity

After an unwarranted hiatus
Though undoubtedly useful
Came an eye-opener
And powerful Impetus.
To what I hear you ask?
Life, people, myself
The whole bunch.

Regardless,
It was very much so
A good experience
At some points,
Quite intense.

Of all the lessons I’ve learnt
Relying on myself
Is not, and never will be
A good idea.

Relying on others is worse
No doubt
Keeping eyes
On the most high
Afterall, Salvation
Is just a step away.

-Dante

Quick Visits

Strolling down the street
A literal walk
Down memory lane
Of a place I once knew.

Same places, different faces
Old friendships forged
Childhood squabbles had.

A vault of memories
Carefully filed
An archive of stories
Never to be forgotten.

-Dante

Dread-not

With every achievement, comes a new checklist

Re-affirmed vision, aiming higher

Like a three-volley salute.

 

The future is not determined

By that significant other,

Principles can never be bent

For that passionate lover.

 

No matter how tempting

Stick to those beliefs

That you grew knowing

The good, not the bad.

 

Peer-pressure, Social constructs

Nothing more than barriers,

Its like having a fly trap

To catch a Dreadnought

I know right,

Laughable outcome.

 

-Dante

Witness.

The ever-changing terrain,

Of the road so far

Ups and downs,

Like a life line

Just more for the adventure,

Right?

 

Mountains on one end,

Flat ground on the other

With category five storms,

That could tore you asunder.

 

A witness to life’s montage of events,

And sometimes

An unwilling contributor.

 

When the bad is hurled in my direction,

I try, with all I have,

To stop hope from diminishing,

Its simple really, mainly ’cause

I’d rather have anything,

But that drive finishing.

 

-Dante

 

 

 

 

Overcast.

And with the cold chill

Comes change,

An icey wave, if you will.

Snow-flakes abound

With little to no sound

In a space

Where I brain-storm

At my own pace

Under a shade, undoubtedly made

Where the clouds form.

 

-Dante

Frozen Wave

Stagnated progress

The wave

That never came to be

Change on recess

Encased velocity

Rock solid,

Waiting to be set free.

 

No need to worry

Wonders can come

In any shape, form …or sum.

 

Yes, even a wave

With a major glacial trait

All you need to do?

Wait.

 

For when the sun peeks

Over the horizon

Watch as progress

Gets thawed out.

 

-Dante

 

(Still not completely free but decided to post. For those wondering, I’ll never abandon this blog; its like my home away from home ….just dealing with a few issues here and there, nothing too major…I hope all of you are well fellow bloggers)

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Champions.

Waist encompassing

Platinum plated belts

Invisible to the eye,

Born attached

Determination,

That makes hearts melt

Pessimism is smashed

With the ability

Not to quit

Because that

Is what we inhabit.

 

A moral compass

With one direction

Dream chasers,

Like the movie Inception.

 

Earplugs,

For negativity holders

You know

…They

A.k.a

The Positivity Smolders,

 

Definitely not perfect

But striving to be

The “Change” express

With a radiating ambience

Starting

With the victory dance

Practically a norm

For us

Champions.

 

-Dante

 

(Still not completely free, decided to post a poem when I got the time though)

 

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