Category Archives: Poetry

No (more) rest

Always something

Something to do

Lives full of endless tasks

The world made possible by human work.

Work with connection is a must

Always online

Always in touch

Always connected

Spy on you they just…

But without work

Life’s not a gentle breeze.

Storms of self doubt

Futures looming

Beyond the horizon of right now

Thoughts of will bees

Will be bosses

Will be partners

Will be hardships and will be troubles

Would they care

For what I do

And what I strive for

Sometimes there’s no rest

Even when

Nothing is to be done

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Life’s hills and valleys

Up and down our lives do go

From financial stress to getting scammed

Life just throws stuff our way

Mental health can be a burden too

Not getting out of bed or seeing enemies in all

Things just haven’t gone our way

We’ve had good times too

But material success just isn’t ours

We’ve been happy though

The circumstances might not be the best

But inner peace depends not on wealth

It’s there for us

We lucky few

Who’ve found some peace of mind

Connected

The minds of all

Scattered around the world

Closer and closer we’ve all become

No longer are international friends just for the rich

Maybe soon we’ll all feel as one

A night by the red car light

By the red car light

I huddled close to the one I held dear

The car was stuck, the front lights broken, just the warm backlight remained

How long will it last, this long long night?

Until we finally return home and get some rest

A run through the morning cold

The cold was seeping through my gloves

Monotonous counting of numbers in my head

Counting how long I’ll run and how long I’ll get to rest

One more lap around the park

Just one more and you’re done

Playing in the water

We played in the water
Like the Children we were
Happy just to play

We didn't yet realize what a gift it was
To play with a future love just now

I wrote this poem while watching Touched with Fire. I found the scene, where the main characters were playing in the fountain and the woman was narrating a poem over it, very inspirational for me.

Returned at last | A Guild Wars poem

A long long time ago

I played some Guild Wars 2

Played the first game too

Was quite exhilarating

Many fond times were had

It’s been a long while now

But I’ve returned to it for now

Finishing up the story

And I’ll do some PvP

Quite a special time to return

Wintersday is upon Guild Wars 2

Presents are to be had

And fun times will surely come

After all this time it’s quite nostalgic to return

Now I’m glad I’m back and going to have some fun

(Not part of the poem but this is what my character looks like)

A quiet night

In the deep quiet of the night, tranquillity is the norm.

A sound the sun might forgive, the moon deems a terrible offence.

In this quiet night the world, however strange it seems, feels more forgiving.

No judging eyes, condemning the weakness of mind or body.

In this special quiet night, things just seem to be alright.

The beauty of shadow

Shadow is such a special thing

Not quite light not quite dark

Close to the dark yet created by light

It can be so beautiful

Highlighting the sun’s rays

We can’t all succeed

Photo by **Andrea Piacquadio** from **Pexels**

Only few are meant to succeed

So it goes in creative fields

Only few will reach the top or earn enough to keep things up

That’s just how it goes

For every star there are uncountable comets

But somedays a comet is the main attraction

Even though it doesn’t shine as bright