If chains can gleam, do they still bind the soul?
His eyes searched,
exploring the dim room,
scanning shadows for something to ease pain.
His gaze found
a blade upon the shelf,
gleaming silver in the muted air.
His heart lurched,
fluttering at the thought now,
imagining release from the cold chain.
H, the silence before surrender
A spectral monarch speaks from a crumbling tower, cut off by ambition, betrayal and a heart long turned to frost. This poem drips with decay, not just of power, but of connection, longing and trust.
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A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”
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A free verse poem about the courage it takes to speak, and the loneliness when that courage falters. As voices shout and shame, one soul wonders what it would take to finally stand, speak, and survive.
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In this 3-6-9 micro-poem, a tiger becomes the metaphor for a wild, forbidden love that both captures and awakens. A brief moment of rebirth burns within the embrace of danger.
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Buried beneath silence, a boy’s cries fade into the earth: unheard, unseen and unhealed.
Read the Full Whisper →A soul imprisoned behind unseen walls, where sunlight never reaches and mockery reigns. Yet within the cold—a spark endures, whispering, “I exist.”
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