Ambition Poems
The House of Fame
by Richard Randolph
I waited outside the House of Fame
as there was nothing else to do.
Then, when nearly all hope seemed lost,
an important woman noticed me there.
She took my hand and said I had promise
before disappearing into a well-lit hall.
Soon afterward, the large doors closed
and it was very dark, and I was cold.
But I could still hear the music playing
and see people dancing on a moonlit balcony.
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Firefly
by Awwab ParachaThe firefly in my soul is burning my body. It makes me run until I'm near death, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath. Then, chop-chop, back to the hustle! Again. The six strings become my entire world as I get lost in the web of possibilities that are just aching to be realized, be seen, and be heard. My words melt onto the page, taking form as the led of my pencil turns into liquid gold that bleeds out of my pores when I cry. I want to cry. I need to cry. I want my tears to turn into lines that form sentences that stab people's hearts like the spear of lightning that was birthed in the caves of Zeus's fingerprints. I want my fingerprints to be remembered. I want my sentences to be kept in a museum beside those ancient teapots that were used by some fat king. I want my six strings to become someone's entire world, their entire universe. I wanna be famous. I want to play with my life. I wanna destroy it and bring it back with the help of my firefly. This firefly runs through my veins faster than my blood, faster than my pain, faster than my joy, and faster than... me. It is my desire and my friend. It is my desire to be a friend. It is my poison and my medicine. It is everything. I love my firefly.
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by Sihle Mjobo
Birth, life and death
The knowledge of this earth
Neither before nor after present
Following their select ascent
Part pursuing purpose
As sole intent
Part pursuing pleasure
Till life is spent
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"A bridge that leads nowhere."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Maybe it was too huge of a dream,
a fantasy that I desired deeply upon,
poured out my heart completely,
bare and naked for all the eyes to see.
and amidst those blinking pupils,
were those of beast never seen,
monsters that did things insane.
Yet, blinded by my desire, I was blind to the truth around.
The earth stopped me from moving, but I leaped across and went,
the wind held me back, yet I fought until the end,
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Beautiful Hunger
by Stewart Watkins
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
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Beautiful Hunger
by Stewart Watkins
Stealthy and assured the jaguar lies in wait
With hungry eyes, it patiently sits and salivates
Hungering and waiting...
Calculating and preying
For that golden moment of truth
Heavy breaths speak of a desirous sooth
Breathing and scheming...
......
Leave
by Stewart Watkins
Packing, picking up, and heading out...
It's time to see what it's all about.
Walking away from a familiarity and into the unknown
Now, this may sound a bit foolish...
But perhaps it's just schoolish.
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"A bridge that leads nowhere."
by Dylan Wu Rong
Maybe it was too huge of a dream,
a fantasy that I desired deeply upon,
poured out my heart completely,
bare and naked for all the eyes to see.
and amidst those blinking pupils,
were those of beast never seen,
monsters that did things insane.
Yet, blinded by my desire, I was blind to the truth around.
The earth stopped me from moving, but I leaped across and went,
the wind held me back, yet I fought until the end,
......
a hundred people
by Mishka M
i am a hundred people at once,
a poet, a painter, a dreamer—
and i can’t remember which one of them is mine.
each morning,
i wake up with a new ambition,
a new hope to be something different.
but by the time the sun sets,
i’ve forgotten what i wanted to be,
because there’s always something more
pulling me in a thousand directions.
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A perfectly ordinary man
by Peter Quitadamo
In a story as old as time
A perfectly ordinary
Man
Wanted to be anything but.
Everyone knew he was perfectly ordinary.
He woke up each day in a perfectly ordinary
House.
He drove in a perfectly ordinary
Car
To his perfectly ordinary
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