Completed

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freeverse, grandparents, lifepoetry, oldage, poetrycommunity, poetrycontent, spilledink, spilledwords, tellingstories, writtenemotions

When I’m old
And not yet withered.
In a cranked shelter, slightly bitter
My skin beginning to fold

My companions and house mates
Have disintegrated to immobile.
Memories on my wall…

When Always tics,
Sometimes tocs
And Often strikes!
I shall dive into a place down nostalgia.

Relive or revive memories,
Experiences and lives
I was convinced would never end;
I was convinced should never end

Beautiful faces that tell salient stories
That only memories could truly experience;
That only the present could whole-heartedly understand.

I’ll feel the glistening of the edges of my eyelids
And surface of my eyes.
I’ll know tears are begging to slide out
But, as my hands dole out my story
To offspring’s,
A smile, instead, will be victorious.

Past troubles won’t seem so troublesome,
But adventuresome.
I’ll know my time, my mark on Earth, won’t be gone.
And a purpose that always remained untold,
(No matter how much I was told, and told)
Would be deemed completed.

@sircharlesthepoet

Destiny Remains

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creativewriting, destinyremains, education, educationalcontent, freeverse, poet, poetrycommunity, spilledink, trusttheprocess

In a land full of chameleons  
Will you stay true to your color? 
Release your own vibrations
Turn your head, follow your path
Quiet your mind, follow your heart
Are you willing to repeat the art?
But flick your brush slightly
Give your stroke a different meaning
Like the one on the ceiling? 
 
In a world filled with anchors to drown you
Close ties to friends and family restraining your will
Will your adventurous mind be bold?
When success is whispered in the dead wind of the night
And failures echoing from mountaintops, on the back of eagles
Where do we find courage?  
How does a spark burst into a blaze of glory?
 
Such story, the sun seldom tells.
 
As the goal approaches clarity, the path pursues alignment.
But as your path reaches alignment,
Comrades stray with the world
Into the woods; the gleaming fields of proven promises and fortune-telling.
 
So, are you lost?
Or have you found a calling among responses gone astray?
Have you found your way? When all around are losing theirs?
 
Hold on to your glimpse of light 
Strive with every effort.
Cause realities might change, but your Destiny Remains.

@sircharlesthepoet

Carving You Be Like (part 2)

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beingpatient, bittersweetpoetry, bodylanguage, freeverse, originalpoetrycontent, thesuccessstory, writingpoetry

Carving poetry be like… 
So, I turn the poem into a blooming being; a human being.
More truly, I carve the success story—your hidden trophy
Into poetry.
 
Read the message in your uneven smile;
Dark, slick hair running a mile
Read the story your eyes tell as it sparks, every once in a while,
Complementing bliss.
 
Sometimes, the poem writes itself.
 
So, one must be patient enough; open enough
To read it.
Sunlight takes its sweet, slow time to reach the Earth.
Then to reach you.
 
But when it does,
Gosh, is she a sight to see! A light to consume. A brilliance to erupt.
A human being; a journey; a story; bittersweet Poetry.

@sircharlesthepoet