Legacy Poems
13. Bliss
by Kea Campbell
The final destination arrives all too soon.
We're all living our first life.
Some in desperation for a reputation,
Others in preparation for their salvation.
We are taken by the Force unknown,
And unknowledgeable of the force we give when we go.
Sunday 12 March 2023
......
"The ink that never dries."
by Dylan Wu Rong
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
......
"The echo of a forgotten name."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
......
"The river remembers everything."
by Dylan Wu Rong
And I was told- flow like water,
like the water in the river.
And I flowed, every day,
embodying myself as the river I saw,
crashing against the rocks of words,
falling from the peaks of disappointments,
swirling around the curves of truth,
I flowed like the water in the river,
never stopping, not once.
Yet now- I am asked to stay still,
......
Like a Shadow
by Ela Omoosin
A legacy stretches like a shadow,
From life's journey to the afterglow,
Offsprings carry the torch we bear,
A lineage of stories, love, and care.
Life's work etched in time's firm embrace,
Leaving footprints in its endless chase,
Ideologies woven, a tapestry grand,
Guiding future generations to understand.
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Epitaph
by John Stetson
When I die don't force my poem on some poor schoolboy.
Just put it on a shelf where he can reach it.
"The echo of a forgotten name."
by Dylan Wu Rong
The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
......
"The ink that never dries."
by Dylan Wu Rong
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
......
"The river remembers everything."
by Dylan Wu Rong
And I was told- flow like water,
like the water in the river.
And I flowed, every day,
embodying myself as the river I saw,
crashing against the rocks of words,
falling from the peaks of disappointments,
swirling around the curves of truth,
I flowed like the water in the river,
never stopping, not once.
Yet now- I am asked to stay still,
......
13. Bliss
by Kea Campbell
The final destination arrives all too soon.
We're all living our first life.
Some in desperation for a reputation,
Others in preparation for their salvation.
We are taken by the Force unknown,
And unknowledgeable of the force we give when we go.
Sunday 12 March 2023
......
