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Pouya May 22
Feeling the quiet rise
Of true essence,
Silent power, steady and pure.

Splashing consciousness on my mind
It calms the soul,
And stirs the darkness within
To be seen, not feared.
Cadmus May 21
🚂

We board with desire.

We return with clarity.

And somewhere between the stations,

we learn

What was attainable.

And what was worth carrying.

🚊
This poem captures the quiet transformation that time brings. We begin our journey burdened with ambition, desire, and expectation—only to return tempered by experience, having shed what we once thought essential. It’s a meditation on simplicity, loss, and wisdom.
CJ Sutherland May 15
As a newbie, we are unaware
We go through life as if we care
Incompetent inept go here or there
Thinking that we know it all
Inevitably comes the fall

Then we slowly realize
As it begins, the End
of our demise
we didn’t compromise

However, it’s more
Than just the fall.
We thought
We were
Impervious
10 feet tall.

The older we get
The more we realize
The ignorant follies
Of the less wise

Pride before the fall
Comes towards us all
We paid no mind
To the warnings call

Greed, Lust,
A wild ride
Envy Wrath
Look inside
Gluttony, Sloth,
Our  Guilty Pride

Don’t let this list
Be your guide

It’s OK not to know everything
It’s OK to be a teen in between
It’s OK to misread a panic scene
It’s OK to admit your wrong

Do the dance,
Sing the song
Don’t act wise,
Apologize

Pretending
you know it all
Inevitably
The jig is up

Never ready For the call
Will you learn the lesson
of the fall
knowing you don’t
know anything at all.

There is always
a lesson.
To endure
It’s OK not to be sure
we were all
once an amateur

The difference between
a young adult
Sprung on life
And a middle aged
Disillusion lost soul
Is  our experiences

The lessons learned
When It’s your turn
To be on top
Oblivious
Ignorant
Acceptance

There will be a time
When you’re not
It’s not how high
You climb

It’s how you endure
After the fall
Wisdom
comes to us all
Will you ignore it?
Or answer Life’s call

Inspired songs;

My life 1978
Billy Joel

Don’t fear the reaper 1976
Blue Oyster Cult

Signs 1971
By  Five Electrical Band

Bridge over troubled Waters 1970
By Simon and Garfunkel

Both sides now 1969
By Joni Mitchell


Foot note
This was written for a seventh grade grandchild going through life on stress levels. She creates herself. She says this to herself now it’s OK to be wrong. I don’t have to know everything.
I’ve always said to the grandchildren, you have two ears, and one mouth listen twice as much as you speak
BLT Websters word of the day challenge
May 15, 2025 impervious
Impervious describes that which does not allow something such as water to enter or pass through it also used formally to me, not bothered or affected by something. Both senses of impervious are used with to.
Cadmus May 14
I see the endings in their birth,
The wilt curled in the bloom,
The echo in the first soft word
That hums of pending gloom.

Yet on I go, with knowing steps,
Down paths that twist and burn
Not for hope, nor fate, nor faith,
But just to feel the turn.

It’s not some tragic grandeur,
No noble, aching art
Just a quiet urge to prove myself
The fool I knew at start.
A self-aware confession dressed as poetry because sometimes wisdom doesn’t save us from walking straight into the fire we already smelled.
Scotti ann May 12
You've got a warm heart, a beautiful brain, but it's disintegrating.

You start in this world as a naive person, as you get older, you get wiser, some more than others, people had to grow too fast, people didn't have to grow at all, some grew just right.

I unfortunately am the more wise, which is a blessing and hurtful curse, I can't read people's minds, but I can see why they did what they did, I've always been able to.

I do envy the others who didn't have to grow up like me, with their picture-perfect families, high awards for just existing, it all seems cruel for a 15-year-old to go through so much.

But it's a gift more than a curse since now I am vigilant, I've missed pellets of bullets coming for my armour, you learn after the first gunshot, but learn more when they come, you update your walls and go back to normal, or collapse altogether.

I'm strong but I'm also weak, I'm kind but also rude, you have to do that in this world, nobody is that strong, not even me, and I cant tell if that's a gift or sacrilege, but since my present is in my brain, I cant wrap it back up and pretend it never happened.

Once you learn something like wisdom, there is never going back, your heart cools down a little, and your brain starts to grow dandelions, charming, but just weeds in the end, weeds of regret for how I've acted so far.

Wisdom is a beauty and a curse; use it wisely.
Hey so this a part of a chapbook I'm making enjoy
Cadmus May 12
Don’t be alarmed
if evil blooms
where you sowed
your gentlest good.

Not all earth
welcomes roots
some soils rot
what should have stood.

So plant with love,
but learn the ground,
for even light
can be misunderstood.
A reflection on misplaced effort, toxic environments, and the wisdom of discernment.
Seeking embrace of the azure expanse,
A dreamer sought warmth, the value of trance.
With wings of hope, towards the sun he soared,
Seeking a freedom so deeply ignored.

Ambition seen sinister, but yet, of youth's call.
To rise above, and never to fall.
The heavens wept, for they knew his price.
For a flight too close to their own paradise.

The mournful sea watched, as his feathers deveined.
Embracing a dare, courage unrestrained.
A tale not of folly, but of a spirit so free.
A reminder of hope against fragility

In his descent, I see my reflection.
A shared desire of unbridled direction.
Not a tale sinister, nor of scorned flight,
But a hymn to the ones still chasing the light.

♦ Đerek Λbraxas ♦
Manx Pragna May 6
Odin & Mímir;
A one-eyed leader,
A paralyzed ascetic.
One traded vison for vison,
One traded appendage for appendage.
From two stylite existences,
Compassion for compassion.
Perspective for perspective,
From working together.

But is it all meant to be taken as mental?
But is it all meant to be taken literal?
Shofi Ahmed May 4
When do you know
you're growing wise?
When you feel
you know far less.
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