The birth of victory is a personal responsibility. Sometimes luck evades you, but what matters most is your next step. You should strive until you get what you deserve. Bruises, dirt, and blood are inevitable, but the crown rests on the head of the one who strives honestly and consistently.
For supremacy of words, my wish was strong
My solo strength was weak, had to hunt brilliancy for a hold
The fountain was within, yet too distant for a rapid sight and grasp
The strife took all summer
Across the horizon, I familiarized
In majestic libraries, I frequented
In deserted hilltops and riverbanks, I dwelled
But had I traveled to the soul?
The push and pull caused a scare
I spent time doing a stare
It was a grand nightmare
Folks labeled me doctrinaire
I trembled because of age, the wounds of past strife
And the memories of memories made in the dense pine trees
Today, the knife of dreams rests on my palm,
Sharp, strong and stain free and I am ready to make the first incision.
Temporary poetry. Moon stands as a martyr to crime.
My poem is about two different people from two different countries. It's about the love and beauty they share.
The man I love is born to be a traveler. He is the most amazing story-teller I have ever known and that's what makes our relationship so alive and special.
That is why I believe in the phrase- "With great power comes great responsibility." Leadership is not easy as what others think. It is not about the title or position and it is not about being one who will be served but one chosen to serve. Thank you for sharing this great poem. You are a great poet.reply 1