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Amer Pelides May 2020
You must endure life's test,
Don't keep your fears in your breast,
You must give them a sign,
That you will be fine,
That you are able to tinker,
And not really linger,
Have some cheer,
For you are near,
To the end of the road,
So you may unburden your load.
Amer Pelides May 2020
Years gone by without seeing myself,
Sheltered from the world like a babe,
The toils of life and the world covered,
Like a curtain covering the window to destiny,
When was it that I lost sight of who I am?
Was it never there or was I locked in?
The roaring blaze of fiery pain now seeks to be extinguished,
I desire to accomplish what I can in this unforgiving void.
To realise my ambition and vision as any man should,
Now I must free myself,
I am past hoping a friendly force to liberate me,
I shall now liberate myself,
To experience either glory or ruin.
By my own merits forever more.
Amer Pelides Feb 2018
As morning breaks and moonlight sleeps,
My ever-changing moods awaken
The light shines through the darkest slits,
And fills the conscience with all things good
The weariness of yesterday is no more,
The restlessness of the busy day
In the sweet quietness of night,
Comes forth the noiseful chaos of the day
All is forgotten in the clamour and clutter,
Perhaps this is the way life was always meant to be.
Amer Pelides Feb 2018
In sweeping thoughts and rushing winds,
Dwell the secrecy of my sorrows
Sorrows filled with wants and cravings,
Beneath it all I feel the calmness within
Crying out and besieging my soul,
I long for purpose and the envy of others
Yet I wish for understanding and stability,
Buying time that is ever expensive
I must look to myself to reach an agreement,
Binding words have no effect onto the tempered mind
And so shall my desires seek new paths to find.
Amer Pelides Feb 2018
In the winter chill
My heart heaves and sighs,
I've seen and heard all I can bear
What do my eyes not see?
The endless toil, the never ending cascade of suffering and disillusionments,
I find myself not caring or feeling.
Why should the heavens pour joy, while I weep in grief?
I shall never know, why I have received these just deserts.
Could this be my trial?
Could this be my end?
I leave it to fate to do as it wills.
Amer Pelides Sep 2017
I make my way out of my warm and cosy home,
Walking towards a park so near
The chilling and sobering wind,
Brushing against my face
I hear the grass crunch beneath my shoes,
The hushed whisper of people conversing
I feel at peace and harmony with all,
I reach a bench empty and untaken
I sit and breathe in fresh air,
Staring at the ripples made in the river before me
Ripples created by ducks and swans,
I observe adults walking from work and children waddling from school
I seem to pay no attention to them,
In a world of my own I am in
I drift into a short sleep as the sun sets,
Who knows if it shall rise again
When I open my eyes.
Amer Pelides Sep 2017
Wisdom read but unheard,
Is truly an injustice
Why must the world suffer fools,
That know not the difference
Between ignorance and knowledge,
Wisdom is felt from the heart
And sung with the breath,
A million ills can be righted
With one wise counsel,
Joy can be grasped with caution,
Not with haste and recklessness
Hear my words,
And take heed of my warnings
Wisdom should be heard and felt,
Not taken for granted
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