"braveness" poems
Welcome to the informational age
We're enjoy the world of technology
Never felt this modern world could emerge
Magical world with braveness and courage.
Welcome to the social media age
As everything we do is on page
We live like birds in a cage
It makes us falling into a rage.
Welcome to the insane and madness age
To make headlines,create a **** sweet savage
Can't believe we're on this stage
But we are still holding our grudge.
Welcome to the sweetest scientific age
Your reputation,you better manage
Like passenger manage it, as your luggage
Saving it, save safe from the salvage.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Utopia
I use to always stare at the sky, mostly at night. That's when you can see all of the stars. I'd go up in the roof and I'd bring a blanket along with a pillow. I'd just lay up there gazing, dreaming and above all wishing maybe I could be a star. As if I could fly to the universe; a child's dream that I still hold deep within my heart. What I lack is courage, braveness. My dream is not to bestow negativity upon the world, but to release boundless freedom. The story 'Utopia' is about a magical dimension that only exist in an area of dis-pear. An area where blackness feeds on itself; creating a hole so massive and so magnetic, not even light can escape its eternal fate. It is said that the only way into Utopia is through the galactic lane. It shall open to you in your deepest time of need. But don't be scared; after all it's only a myth. A myth that I myself have been intensively trying to accumulate. What's fact and what's real is only an illusion through the eyes of disbelief. A timeless puzzle that has no end. A scattered dream that's like a far off memory. A far off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to align the pieces up; Yours and mine.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
The state of being with no suffering is Shakti
The state of awakening beyond sleep is Shakti
When love matures and sweetens that is Shakti
The fullness and fulfillment of masculine is Shakti
When the sweetness matures that is Shakti
The divine which resides in the thoughts is Shakti
Whatever work comes before us is Shakti
The state of mukti, the end, is Shakti
The braveness which destroys laziness is Shakti
The flame which is instilled in these words is Shakti
When the best of fruits are eaten that taste is Shakti
When thoughts of divine arise that is Shakti
Shankara who lives on top of the huge mountains, his lovely flame is Shakti
The lap where life flourishes is Shakti
The strength which guards the earth is Shakti
The flame which stops one from falling is Shakti (denotes inner strength that averts fall/defeat)
The tapas that eliminates confusion is Shakti
The finger which stops downfall is Shakti
The one who spans the whole expanse of sky is Shakti
Her highness who eliminates karma is Shakti
The inner flame which shines from within the heart is Shakti
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
Ripened by night
the profound sea,
as a huge archaic mirror
embracing a pasture for reflected star
Beneath the stage of luminous enthusiasm,
wavelessly rising your meditation,
which unrequitedly falling in love
with the moonbeam
Withering somber luna,
as the faint Cupid
shooting an arrow of ice
into an auroral mirage
with shining rosiness
Ought to feel out eternity
the lily wings, finally
turned out to be the feeble oar
knocking the ebb rootlessly
Affection
inexhaustible braveness and endless scrupulousness
But what are these amongst us? -
The tacit contract
between sunrise and seaside;
also the blurry distance
between darkness and dreamland
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 3:39 PM UTC
Only through your tender initiation
Does my life become whole
As You pour and I receive
Your spirit in my soul
My victory is your own
If it’s your will that I choose
Knowing against this I can rebel
But our victory I will lose
I will always have
The freedom to make a choice
Between a life that is false
Or a true one with your voice
I can face this life alone
With a mask of braveness on my face
But there will be no peace
Until You in my heart I place
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 6:48 PM UTC
Keeping away fear as my determination
conquers the dark caves wrath,
My braveness is proven to be superstition
as my thoughts are bold.
My footsteps are covered with the oath
to reach the end point old
My ideas experiences growth,
As I learn to move in darkness,
My manhood is no longer a choice
But a taste of braveness
So I can be heard from my voice
As the only witness to move
Through the dark cave.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 5:23 PM UTC
We met and killed a lot of time
Filling the hollows that we bore
Stars illuminating on dense fields
Braveness of the unshakable bricks
Moved seats across as we shift space
Sifting veins of the millisecond zones
The fingers of the clock tick and flick
The noses milked, squeezed tickles
A weaved tangle, the drawn fizzles
Unbridled and bottled even cases
Tormented 'cancers' ruling the mazes
A concern of indifference capture tides
A highway farewell, the rounded kiss
Bemused music, contemplation narrowed
The misunderstood steam boil in vapour
A massive endorsement of fumes cut the cord.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Leaving the life I lived
For a life that I've yet to see
I will have to be brave
That's what everyone expects of me
Fear is deep inside
Hiding all within
This emotion is about to break out
My braveness is wearing thin
This journey is hard to describe
Hasn't gone on for long
But now it's over
I know I'll be strong
In the end I know I'll be sad
I'm definitely going to cry
I don't want to see everyone go
I'm not ready to say goodbye
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC
Sweetness wine ...
Pour your wine ...
at all of me ...
drown me...
don't get hesitate...
nothing is better ...
than madness ...
and making love ...
with a crazy ...
in all ways ..
be brave sweetheart ...
with more rebellious ...
i adore mutiny...
and your braveness ...
it's all crazy ...
to excite me more ...
with every seconds ...
we meet ...
to be always ...
as it our ritual of love ...
that we used to be in ...
Pour your wine ...
sweetheart ...
let me sip you ...
as i always sip ...
my coffee ...
with every morning ...
good morning ...
my sweet wine ...
hazem al ...
Jul 26, 2021
Jul 26, 2021 at 1:26 AM UTC
Every maiden should severe their wrist
to taste the blood of supremacy that obscure
by the darkened green of connecting veins
like a circled labyrinth that blended with lies—
and hiding the things that they should know.
The reason why they are still living with fear;
fear of touching the grayish blade of the sword
fear of seeing Hades or the gloomy underworld
fear of wearing metallic suit from head to toe
fear of showing braveness and fight like a girl.
Are they afraid to die and meet the hell?
the hell— what's the comparison and contrast
of their living world from the underworld?
I, Athene, the Goddess of Intelligence
can able to answer it with my ruthless words;
nothing—there's no difference between the two
due of their world that filled with darkness too.
So you, mortal, listen to the words of wisdom
it's not bad to taste the red liquid of the art
in your personify that pumped by your heart
telling you to craft it into phrases in your skin
so that you'll know the importance of the pain.
Stand up, use your voice and rule your city
girls are not just girls, would you believe me?
if you don't trust me then learn how I fight
for a resplendent city that named after me
feminism is not a bad thing, young lady—
it's your voice to have freedom and equality.
I''ll end this message with a simple question
would you mind to stick with my footmark
or you'll just go and follow the wrong path?
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
Saw dust and mite bites
in the dense timber
on the edges of the table
A palatable depth
of the horizon where we dined
Sew bursts and kite sites
A verily unpredictable place
where arms mate and meet
A past of days afloat
in the braveness of our years
A display of rosy petals
where the coal embers
and the gas runs out of meter
The hour where we stand closer
beneath the mirage of a day dream
On the other side of the continent
Where you die
On the other side of the bed
Where you vow
On our side of our story
Where we hold and go deep
On different sides of the world
Where miles imbue
Underneath the covers
Where the ice stew
On our side of the day dream
A space where we ******
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
I love you for you,
For all the love you give me
And for your kindness which protects me.
I admire you,
For the braveness and kindness
That keep me safe no matter what's around us.
You inspire me,
Every day and night
To create more and never give up a fight.
I’m attracted to you,
In all aspects and forms
And will always be thankful to the odds.
Thank you for you,
As I feel so blessed
For the love and joy you made me possess.
We are one with the Soul
One with the Universe
One in our love that shines in the darkness.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
*don't harangue my life with care for pity at woman's idiocy, not having adopted Caesarian birth as universally adequate and prospering her, to instil this barbaric guilt in me wondering why women, of all mammals had no natural anaesthetic produced when giving birth... **** your little guilt-trip argument! Caesarian or no argument!*
to be robbed of a glorious death, and be given an
inglorious birth, esp. when women were given an ease
with a Caesarian birth diplomacy... what's there to retain for man?
ardency in labour? old age? i too was robbed of what
Caesar described as the ideal death: the sudden one...
am i to wait for my sickbed...
if i only chanced the thrill of life
within one sunset and sought no night
to encompass my life as worthy compensation
of nothing.
a life lived to the bell-tone of a replaced
uvula, no care for charity asserted...
in that one momentary exception of all life prior,
to have lived it, and hence entombed,
readied for the element acquiring me to
further its signature... as sustainable...
i'd rather die a painful death that live
a comfortable life: pain is eased with its short-lived
establishing awareness when the glory prior is "prolonged"
ascribed to the fates akin to Achilles... and indeed pain is
merely pain with its prolonging on the sickbed...
counter heroism, so defeatist;
how many times am i to be robbed? to thus experience
such shallows of thieves with cheap constantly
expedient thievery? i've had enough to concede to a juggle
of fates and fortunes! one smooth stroke of the ace
rather than the many axe-hackings of the neck
of ****** Mary. bothersome agitations via pride, honour
and braveness, only if they do not happen,
and should they, they'd be undertaken, but to no quest
of celebratory non-enactment, i.e.: farting rather than ********
prior: to be given a wave of the standard acupuncture
of infantry: as guarantee of mythology; and a nobleman
on his horse without a stirrup prior to the *** intervention.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 10:14 PM UTC
You are the combination of two bloodlines. Within each other is another combination of two, made from a combination of two, and continuing through... by combinations of two.
Deep through these ancestral roots come attributes that I have acquitted from you; my mother, who came from her mother, who came from her mother, who came from her mother... and so on.
When I was in my mother's belly, I felt the hands of the women of our time, cradling our every move, holding her and I as I slowly grew out of my cocoon. And as my wings began to spread; I realized I have inherited my array of colors, from these women that I have never met.
When my great-great-grandmother passed on from life, her blood continued from her daughter to my grandmother, to my mother, and to I. Here in my veins lie centuries of scars from the women who have created the foundation where I lie. In my bones; I carry a history book of secrets and wisdom from the women of our time
You are the combination of two bloodlines. Within each other is another combination of two, made from a combination of two, and continuing through... by combinations of two.
Not only was my existence possible because of the mothers of life, but contributing to my being as well, is the fathers that came from the lifetimes before I.
I may not be male like you, but still, I carry the braveness on my shoulders that you have passed down to me from you. My strength blossomed before I laid my eyes on this earth for the first time, and in that time came my pride in where my heart resides.
I was taught that I was a princess, one whose kingdom was the strongest; and even when I fall, I am never down for the longest. The hands of the men of my bloodline reach down, to pull me up when I have tumbled to the ground.
This is the sound of my heartbeat, this is the sound of life.
I came from the men and women from lifetimes of bloodlines."
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:10 AM UTC
Two years ago,
In a fit of braveness
I haven't matched since,
I told him I would always
Be a little in love with you.
I don't know how much
He remembers it,
But if he ever asked,
I don't know how
I could tell him
Anything but the truth.
'Q
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
thoughts...you can numb urself with drink and drug, tv and food. or you can feel, but to feel is brave. and from braveness you get to a point of stillness, the enternal, and from here you can create greatness, love.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
Today after a long time of being together
I muster all the braveness I had in life
And tried to confess to you
It must be your intuition that tells you what I'm about to say..
You told me "I hate love that starts with friendships.."
I said why?
And you told me "it happened before."
You lost your bestfriend after her confession.
I asked him"did you turned her down?. Don't you like her."
He answered me and said "I did turned her down but I liked her a lot.. So much"
Then I asked "if so why?."
Then he said.. "I'm dying, and the person I want to be with to my last breath is my best friend"
With that I cried not only because I found out that his dying. But because what he need is not the person he loved but the person he's been with from the very start.
:his best friend:
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
As sunlight steals
the night sky
Chasing the moon from its perch
So to does it chase away the
Braveness and boldness
Of a night filled with amber liquid
And the shedding of rules and fears.
Under the moons watch
we became two people
Uninhibited for a moment in time
Daring and bold
Drinking in one of life’s simple pleasures
A kiss
An asking and a telling in that moment
Then as the stars carried our secret into another’s night sky
We were left with the clarity and certainty the sun brings
Reminding us...
Shore up defenses
Remember the rules
For to let guards down
Leaves room for questions
A home for guilt
An exposing of longings
Yet morning to midnight
Both have a story
Written and waiting to be wrote
A reminder light does not exist without darkness
And clarity is to know
There is nothing known
And maybe love lives somewhere in between.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:09 PM UTC
Sometimes, it takes braveness to ask for help
Seeking assistance doesn't always mean weakness
Actually, it could be a sign of humility
Especially when it's not asked for out of laziness
Knowing when to ask for help is necessary
Time, energy and other resources could be saved
Which could be channeled towards achieving more
And enhancing productivity
No one knows it all
Nobody has it all
Ask for a hand
Offer a hand!
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
In the jungle i grew
Braveness was a call. Mediocracy critized
And togetherness built!
Luck was hard to catch
Though i swarm to you,
The Deepest inn of the picture
All for one like a captured shadow.
Which waves can sail us apart
When the future already wrote our history in smiles
To the deep sea of humans my eye netted you,
My blood fused you,
My hearted stamped you in.
Neednt i have to lock?,
....You are diagonized to stay!
A fueling joy, a stripped happiness, naked money with an invitation to treat.
A fuse to swapping rejoice, a price worth paid for all the lost tears
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 2:27 PM UTC
The tears that were cried
The blood that was spilled
The sacrifice that was made
Are all the colors in the rainbow
Infinite wars for love and equality
You can see the highlight in the sky
As people dance with icons playing along
Diversity was written since the begining of times
It was put to some people the hardest test to prove braveness
The fear to love will be no longer tolerated
We need somebody to call us "home"
We will resist, like we did in the old times
"WE REFUSE TO BE INVISIBLE" they shout
Holding flags and rainbows and colors and love.
Destroy traditions and create a new one
A new one where no one is afraid to be who they are.
"How can people hate this?" I ask myself
Dont hide away your scars
Instead show them with pride
Every king, queen, and leader has scars that are signs of a winned battle
We are warriors and we are comming stronger
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC