original poems

Journey To The Past Poem

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In the shadowed realm of time’s embrace, I yearn to journey, to change the pace, To rewrite the chapters of history’s song, Undo the deeds that went so wrong.

I dream of a portal, a rift in the air, A chance to alter what’s not fair, To mend the tears in fate’s design, And in the past, my hope align.

To revisit moments, now cast in stone, To mend the hearts that felt alone, To whisper wisdom to my past self’s ear, And ease the burdens of doubt and fear.

I’d journey back, with lessons learned, To mend the bridges that were burned, To sow the seeds of love and grace, In every heart, in every place.

But time, it dances, a relentless tide, Unyielding, in its endless stride, For change is complex, with threads untold, And consequences, a story unfolds.

Perhaps the past’s scars shape our way, In darkness, we find the light of day, For though I long to rewrite my tale, The past, in its wisdom, might prevail.

So, let us cherish what time has sown, For in its passage, strength has grown, And though I cannot change what’s past, I’ll embrace the present, make it last.

For time is a river, forever flowing, Its currents of change, forever showing, That even though we can’t alter the past, We shape the future, from first to last.

By Elizavella

Strong Like A Tree Poem

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In forests deep, where shadows dance,
Stands a symbol of strength, in nature’s expanse.
A tree, tall and unwavering, it stands,
Teaching lessons of fortitude across lands.

Roots delve deep into the earth’s embrace,
Anchoring resilience, finding their place.
Through storms that rage and winds that howl,
The tree stands firm, unyielding, proud.

Its branches reach for the boundless sky,
A testament to courage, far and high.
Through seasons’ changes, it adapts and grows,
In every challenge, its strength it shows.

From tiny seed to towering form,
The tree teaches us to weather the storm.
In rings that mark the passage of time,
A story of endurance, both subtle and prime.

With leaves that whisper secrets to the breeze,
The tree dances in life’s symphonies.
A shelter for creatures, both big and small,
In its sturdy embrace, they find solace and call.

So let us learn from the tree’s silent grace,
To stand strong in life’s intricate maze.
To bend, but not break, in the face of strife,
And find the resilience to thrive in life.

Like a tree, let’s grow through all we face,
In every challenge, find our own grace.
With roots in our past and dreams unfurled,
We, too, can be strong, like the trees of the world.

(C) Elizavella

Snow Queen Poem

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In lands of frost, where silence reigns,
A Snow Queen dwells, her beauty untamed.
Her icy realm a glistening sight,
A symphony of snowflakes in the night.

A crown of frost adorns her brow,
As stars above reflect her vow.
With every step, a trail of snow,
In her presence, a hushed world aglow.

Her touch transforms all that it meets,
Turning tears into delicate sheets.
A heart of ice, yet deep and wise,
Concealing stories beneath cold skies.

In frozen chambers, crystal halls,
She hears the winter’s whispered calls.
A sovereign of both chill and grace,
A portrait of strength in a frozen space.

But beneath the ice, a longing stirs,
A warmth that winter’s veil obscures.
A desire for a touch of spring,
To melt the ice and let hearts sing.

Though distant, hidden in her eyes,
A hint of longing, a secret sigh.
A Snow Queen’s heart, a frozen sea,
Yearning for love’s thawing key.

So let us see beyond the frost,
Into the soul that love has lost.
A Snow Queen’s tale, a heart held tight,
Awaiting the touch of warmth and light.