Untitled
Untitled, a blank canvas of the mind
A world of infinite possibility we find
A space waiting to be filled with words and art
A place where creativity can truly start
In the blankness, we can create anything we please
Our minds are free to wander and release
Thoughts that were once hidden deep within
Are manifesting, brought to light again
It can be scary to start with a blank slate
To step into the unknown and create
But remember, within every unknown
Lies the potential to create a masterpiece shown
So let us embrace the untitled and blank
A place where our creativity can be ranked
As we forge ahead with every stroke and line
May our art bring joy, and our words, deeply divine.
Untitled, a blank canvas bare,
A page, a thought, a silent prayer,
A canvas for the soul to pour,
A starting point, a pure decor.
In its emptiness, lies a promise,
Of creativity, of art\'s solace,
A place where imaginations abide,
Where emotions, thoughts, ideas collide.
It\'s a reflection of the unknown,
A space where stories can be honed,
Where words can dance and minds can sing,
A freedom that makes our souls take wing.
So let Untitled be your guide,
Embrace the freedom it provides,
Let inspiration be your guide,
And let your soul take flight, untied.
In life, there are things that we cannot name
Inexplicable moments that lack a proper claim
These are the untitled things that live within us
Repressed emotions and thoughts that cause a fuss
They linger in the depths of our consciousness
Placing an invisible weight, causing us distress
The untitled moments weigh heavy on our souls
Tightly gripping, refusing to let go of their holds
We may try to ignore them and move on
But they’ll always catch up with us before long
The untitled moments call out to be spoken
And until they are released, we’ll always be broken
We must summon our inner strength to face them
Speak our truth, and allow ourselves to become undone
Only then can we find peace and true liberation
Freeing ourselves from the pain of untitled situations
So let us embrace the untitled moments
And give them the voice they’ve been craving
For in the release of their mighty power
We find the healing that we’ve been seeking.
Snow
Snow, oh snow, how you gently fall
Covering land and trees, a peaceful shawl
You transform the world into a winter wonder
And into our hearts, a sense of awe you plunder
As you float down from the sky above
You whisper a message of peace and love
You usher in a time of joy and merriment
As we gather around fires, our hearts content
Your blanket of white, so pure and pristine
Creates a canvas on which the world can glean
A reflection of its own beauty and grace
A reminder that nature can always embrace
So fall, oh snow, and blanket the earth
For in your presence, we find rebirth
A chance to cast off the woes of the past
And begin anew, with hope that will forever last.
Softly falling from the sky,
Dancing flakes, they catch my eye.
Winter\'s purity, frozen white,
The landscape shimmers bright.
Blankets cover all around,
Muted sounds, yet peace profound.
Each shape unique, no form the same,
Yet together they form a wonderland game.
A gentle breeze, a winter\'s kiss,
It\'s frigid touch, a spark of bliss.
A world transformed, a new frontier,
A canvas painted without fear.
So let us revel in the snow,
And bask in winter\'s tranquil glow.
Let every flake remind you of life,
And the endless beauty that comes from strife.
Soft flakes falling from the sky,
A delicate dance before they lie
Upon the ground, a blanket of white
Transforming the world, a magical sight
Silent and serene, this wintry scene
A world of wonder, a dream
All around, a hush of peace
As the snowflakes never cease
A chill in the air, a shiver down the spine
As the snowfall becomes divine
Beauty beyond words, a sight to behold
Turning the world into a story untold
A playground for children, a canvas for art
The snow is a blessing, a wintertime heart
And as the snowflakes keep on falling
The world keeps on its enchanting calling.
Upon the ground, a blanket white as dove,
The world hushed under winter\'s glove,
A stillness falls upon the land,
As snowflakes dance, a silent band.
The trees adorned with icy sheen,
A peaceful scene, a winter dream,
The air is crisp, the sky is clear,
A wondrous sight, both far and near.
Snow, a symbol of purity untold,
A promise of hope, a future unfold,
A reminder of nature\'s ways,
Of life\'s cycles and changing days.
As I stand and gaze upon this sight,
My heart fills with a sense of delight,
For in the snow, I\'m reminded anew,
Of the beauty that surrounds me, pure and true.
Snow falls from the sky
Blanketing the world in white
A peaceful hush lulls by
As it covers all in sight
A wonderland of magic
The snowflakes dance and twirl
A scene truly iconic
As winter takes the world
The crisp air fills our lungs
As we step into the snow
The landscape all new among
A scene with a timeless glow
The children play with glee
Building snowmen, forts, and more
Their laughter echoes free
As they revel in the winter lore
Snow may bring some woes
But the beauty it brings to sight
Is a canvas for joys and woes
As winter paints our wonderland white.
A blanket of white, so pure and still,
Softly falling, with no will,
Covering the earth with a gentle hush,
A winter wonderland, we all rush.
Each flake unique, like a work of art,
Falling from the sky, taking part,
In a dance that\'s meant to be,
A beauty that only nature can see.
The world is transformed, as if reborn,
A quiet magic, that never seems to mourn,
The chill in the air, the icy breeze,
A part of the song, that nature sings with ease.
In the snow-covered fields, children play,
Making angels, in the snow, they lay,
Laughter echoing, a joyful sound,
In a world of white, they\'ve found.
The snow, a symbol of purity and grace,
A reminder, of life\'s transient race,
It comes and goes, like a fleeting dream,
But leaves behind a lasting gleam.
So let us enjoy, this gift from above,
And cherish, this winter wonderland, with love,
For though it may melt, and be no more,
In our memories, it will forever soar.
Snowflakes falling from up high,
Dancing with the wind they fly,
Silent and pure, oh how they delight,
Winter\'s coat, a blanket of white.
The land now covered, a pristine sight,
Untouched, unadulterated, so bright,
A world at peace, all seems right,
Wrapped-up snuggly, cozy and tight.
The crunching snow, under my feet,
Frosty air, cool and sweet,
Breath visible, exhales complete,
Nature\'s hymn, a melodious beat.
A season of magic, of love and cheer,
Of joy, of hope, that lingers near,
So let it snow, with all its might,
And keep us warm, through winter\'s night.
In the silence of the night,
When the world is still and bright,
A blanket soft as cream,
Falls from the sky, so serene.
The snowflakes dance and twirl,
In a gentle, dreamy swirl,
As they cover up the earth,
And give it a brand new birth.
The air is crisp and cold,
As the winter starts to unfold,
But the beauty that it brings,
Is as pure as angel\'s wings.
From the trees it hangs like lace,
And covers paths with a grace,
As we walk in wonderland,
And forget about the mundane.
So let us embrace this sight,
Where nothing can ever be quite,
Like the magic of the snow,
In the quiet, peaceful glow.
Snowflakes softly falling from the sky,
A winter wonder, a sight to behold,
A frosted world, a pristine delight,
A blanket of white, a magical sight.
The world is hushed in a winter sleep,
With snowflakes dancing to their own beat,
A peaceful scene, a tranquil song,
The snowflakes sing, all night long.
The trees are dressed in a coat of white,
A frosty veil, a mystical sight,
The world is hazy, in a misty glow,
A surreal view, a beautiful show.
The snow is a promise of a new beginning,
A chance to start anew, to find a meaning,
In its purity, we can find our souls,
In its silence, we can find our goals.
The snow is a reminder of our life,
A fleeting moment, a transient strife,
It melts away, leaving behind a memory,
A time gone by, a moment of clarity.
So enjoy the Snow while it lasts,
A time to cherish, a moment to grasp,
For it\'s the gift of nature, a work of art,
A creation so perfect, straight from the heart.
Snowflakes falling from the sky,
Drifting gently, passing by.
A quiet hush fills the air,
As winter\'s magic is everywhere.
Blanketing the earth in white,
A clean slate, a fresh start in sight.
The icy chill upon my skin,
Feels crisp and invigorating within.
Children laugh and run and play,
Building snowmen along the way.
The world is a canvas, blank and pure,
As snow drifts down, a natural lure.
But as the sun begins to rise,
This frozen world begins to disguise.
The magic melts away like tears,
As spring flowers start to appear.
Yet memories of winter remain,
The peace, the beauty, the chill that sustains.
A blanket of snow, a sight so rare,
Brings people together, without a care.
The Raven
Amidst the barren trees and skies so gray,
An ominous presence lurks night and day.
Their ebony feathers, sleek and bold,
A sight to behold, their story untold.
The ravens, with their piercing stare,
A mystery to unravel, if you dare.
Their croaking calls, so eerie and dark,
A haunting chorus
that leaves its mark.
In folklore and legends, they have a place,
Mystical guardians of a hidden space.
They\'re often feared, yet revered too,
Their intelligence, unmatched, it\'s true.
But there\'s more to ravens than we know,
Their grace and beauty, a sight to behold.
Perhaps they\'re not ominous after all,
Just misunderstood, waiting for our call.
So let us see beyond their dark attire,
And appreciate the ravens, with eyes afire.
For in their wings, there lies a tale,
Of wisdom, magic, and mystery veiled.
In the misty morn, with wings outspread,
A raven perched atop a dead tree head,
Its eyes like polished onyx, so dark and deep,
As it watched o\'er the world with a solemn keep.
The raven\'s feathers, sleek and black as night,
Gleamed with a luster, a surreal sight,
Its voice, a cawing, croaking sound,
Echoed across the land, with fear abound.
Yet, the raven held a mystery, so profound,
A symbol of change, an omen, unbound,
Its presence, an invitation to explore,
The depths of our souls, forevermore.
For in its beady eyes, we see a reflection,
Of life and death, and all their imperfections,
A harbinger of hope, a deliverance from despair,
The raven, a muse, who helps us repair.
So, let us welcome the raven\'s call,
And heed its message, both big and small,
For in its wings, we discover the key
To unlock our hearts, and truly be free.
The ravens fly with majesty and grace,
Their black wings slicing through the sky.
A symbol of death in many ways,
Yet captivating to the eye.
Their voices caw, a raucous sound,
Echoing off the forest trees.
One might think them haughty, profound,
But they\'re just living as they please.
Mystical and ancient, they appear,
With feathers sleek and eyes so wise.
They see what we do not, oh dear,
The secrets hidden in the skies.
They watch us with a keen eye,
Judging silently, it seems.
But perhaps there\'s more to their gaze,
A deeper purpose to their dreams.
For ravens are so much more,
Then just a bird of dark renown.
They are messengers, to our very core,
Bringing omens that astound.
So when you see a raven fly,
Take a moment to pause and wonder why.
For in their presence, there\'s magic roaming free,
A power that stirs the soul and sets it free.
In the quiet of the forest,
Where the shadows dance on the ground,
The Ravens gather in their chorus,
To share their voices all around.
Their plumage shimmers in the light,
A black cloak against the sky,
With wings that span an endless sight,
And a piercing, watchful eye.
They circle high above the trees,
Silent as a winter breeze,
With grace and poise that none can match,
A symbol of all that we attach.
For Ravens hold a power strong,
Majestic, ancient, and divine,
A messenger, a guide along,
A symbol of a life\'s design.
So when you hear their caws and calls,
And see them soaring through the air,
Remember: they stand tall and tall,
And in our hearts, they shall always be there.
For Ravens are a timeless muse -
A beacon for each moment we choose,
A reminder of our inner truths,
And a symbol of the spirit that imbues.
Ravens, birds of mystery and lore,
Dark wings that flap and caw and soar,
A symbol of the spirit guide,
Guiding us to the other side.
With feathers black as the midnight sky,
They soar through air and catch our eye,
A messenger of ancient tales,
They remind us nothing ever fails.
A symbol of death, but also of life,
Both calm and chaos, serenity and strife,
Ravens are both yin and yang,
Reminding us to see the full range.
Their piercing eyes watch us from above,
A bird of power, fear, and love,
Wisdom and magic, all wrapped in one,
Ravens are here, until time is done.
So listen close when the raven calls,
And heed their message, no matter how small,
For in their wings, there\'s magic to behold,
A story of power, love, and wonder to be told.
Ravens, oh ravens, black as night,
Wings of darkness, soaring heights,
Your croaking call, foreboding sound,
Mystery and magic, ever abound.
In ancient lore, you were a sign,
Of death and doom, an omen divine,
But in truth, you are so much more,
A symbol of wisdom, to adore.
A clever bird, with clever ways,
Intelligence that leaves us amazed,
A soulful creature, misunderstood,
The raven\'s beauty, often overlook\'d.
So fly, oh ravens, through the sky,
Eternal creatures, you\'ll never die,
Forevermore, you\'ll be revered,
A majestic bird, we hold dear.
In darkness they soar,
Majestic wings beating strong,
Black feathers shining.
Glints of moonlight dance
Through eyes so keen and watchful,
Guardians of the night.
Mystical beings,
Guides on shadowy journeys,
Harbingers of change.
In whispers they speak,
Ancient wisdom in their caws,
Secrets of the land.
Ravens, oh ravens,
Your presence fills me with awe,
Masters of the sky.
In the darkness of the night,
In the shadows without light,
A creature black as coal,
The mighty raven takes its role.
With wings so bold and strong,
It soars above the throng,
Its feathers rough and sleek,
A symbol of the divine and unique.
The raven\'s call echoes in the air,
Its caw a warning and rare,
For it is a chosen messenger,
Bringing news from worlds beyond measure.
To hear its voice is to know the truth,
To see its flight is to feel a proof,
That life is a mystery to unfold,
And the raven\'s message must be told.
So let us heed the raven\'s call,
And embrace what lies beyond the wall,
For in the darkness of the night,
The raven shines its brightest light.
Upon a branch, in solemn black,
Perched high above, the Ravens stack.
With piercing eyes, they watch and wait,
Their croaking calls, a warning state.
The Ravens soar on winds up high,
Against the gray and cloudy sky,
Their feathers strong, their wings so wide,
A vision of darkness, formed with pride.
They dance and play, in joyful flight,
And caw in chorus, in sheer delight,
Soaring above, the earth below,
In a rhythm and harmony, glad to show.
Yet in the night, the Raven’s call,
Sends shivers deep, to one and all,
A harbinger of doom and gloom,
A sign of death to come soon.
But in truth, the Raven’s black,
Is a color of prosperity and tact,
A symbol of a change at hand,
And fortune drawn to those who understand.
So do not fear the Raven’s flight,
But marvel at their strength and might,
For in their sleek and glossy hue,
Lies a wisdom old and true.
Cherry Blossoms
Silent snow falling
Gentle petals fill the air
Cherry blossoms bloom
Pink and white beauty
Soft petals dance in the breeze
Spring\'s sweet song of life
Painting branches pink
Graceful beauty on display
Cherry blossoms shine
Galaxies far Away
In the vast expanse of space so wide,
Where darkness reigns and stars collide,
There lies a wonder, oh so great,
Galaxies that we can contemplate.
Their beauty shines for all to see,
Like celestial artwork, so heavenly,
Colors blend and patterns form,
A stunning sight that takes our breath, so warm.
Each galaxy a masterpiece divine,
More artful than any human design,
Billions of stars that twinkle bright,
Dazzle and dance all through the night.
Oh, galaxies so far away,
An endless expanse in which they play,
A universe so vast and grand,
Beyond our reach, yet close at hand.
May this beauty inspire us all,
To look beyond and never fall,
To strive for greatness and explore,
As we gaze at the galaxies and all they have in store.
In the vast expanse of space,
Clusters of stars light up the place,
Galaxies beyond our reach,
A cosmic wonder we can only teach.
Each one a masterpiece of creation,
Far away in breathtaking formation,
Spirals and ellipticals, diverse and unique,
Infinite beauty our eyes cannot critique.
Their brightness illuminates the night,
A celestial dance, an eternal light,
Majestic and mysterious, they beckon,
To follow them in a cosmic reckoning.
Their secrets hidden in the void,
A quest for knowledge to be employed,
Whispers of life and wisdom untold,
In those galaxies far away, so bold.
So let us gaze upon the stars,
And revel in their celestial memoirs,
For in their presence we find peace,
And the universe\'s secrets slowly release.
So Much to do, so Little Time
Our days are filled with countless tasks,
A list that never seems to end,
Our minds are trapped in endless asks,
A race we rush to comprehend.
The world keeps spinning, never slow,
And yet our time flies by so fast,
We\'re left with nothing but a show,
Of all the things that cannot last.
Our hearts grow heavy with the weight,
Of all the things that we must do,
We try to plan and organize,
But still the clock just ticks anew.
The sun will rise and set once more,
And we will carry on with grace,
But deep down we all know the score,
That time\'s the one thing we can\'t chase.
So much to see, so little time
The world spins fast, like a nursery rhyme
Days come and go, like moments fleeting
The clock ticking on, without pausing or cheating
A to-do list never-ending, a pile of tasks
Each awaiting completion, asking for your last
Stress and hurry, always on the rise
As you try to manage, your ever-growing size
Take a breath, and pause for a moment
Relax your mind, and let go - don\'t torment
The world will keep moving, without your pushing
There\'s time to do everything, without rushing
Enjoy the present, don\'t chase the future
Let every moment be your teacher
For life is short, and time is precious
Use it well, and make every second auspicious.
So much to do, so little time,
The clock ticks fast, and the day\'s sublime.
We run and rush in a frenzy,
Hoping time could slow down, but it\'s a fantasy.
The tasks pile up, and the to-do list grows,
We need to get them done, we need to show,
Our determination, our strength, our will,
To accomplish everything, but time won\'t stand still.
We wish for more hours in a day,
To finish all in time and never delay,
But we forget the essence of life,
To live in the moment and enjoy all the strife.
For in this race, we call life,
Time is our only vice,
So let\'s take a deep breath and slow down,
And cherish every second that goes by, for it\'s precious and profound.
So much to do, so little time
A burden too great, a mountain to climb
Minutes and hours, slipping like sand
Fingers outstretched, trying to hold onto a strand
The to-do list grows longer each day
The pressure mounts, the stress won\'t sway
The clock ticks on, a relentless beat
Her heart racing, her mind trying to cheat
But amidst the chaos, a gentle reminder
Of the simple pleasures that make life kinder
A smile, a hug, a moment to breathe
The calm before the storm, a temporary reprieve
For time may be fleeting, but memories remain
The moments we cherish, the joy and the pain
So let us slow down, take a breath or two
And focus on what really matters, in all that we do.
So much to do, so little time,
My heart beats fast, my thoughts align,
The clock ticks on, the seconds fly,
Each passing moment, a fleeting sigh.
My to-do list grows longer, with every passing day,
And yet I struggle to find my way,
To complete it all and stay on track,
Without losing my mind, without looking back.
The pressure builds, the weight is heavy,
But still, I push on, I\'m strong and steady,
For I know that in this race against time,
My determination and will shall surely shine.
So let the minutes fly, let the hours pass,
For I know that I won\'t falter or fall,
My spirit is strong, my heart is true,
And I\'ll conquer any task that I must do.
Grief
Oh, Grief, you haunt me day and night,
Your weight upon my chest, so tight,
The tears that flow, the heart that aches,
The memories held, but oh, the breaks.
The loss of loved ones leaves a hole,
A wound that time cannot console,
The sudden emptiness inside,
The feeling of being lost, unguided.
How can we bear this heavy load?
How can we walk this grieving road?
Grief, the solemn cloak we wear
As we bid farewell to the departed soul
Bitter sorrow that we can hardly bear
The pain of loss that takes its toll
The memories linger like a haunting ghost,
In every corner, every room they abide
The only comfort we can boast,
Is that they live on in our hearts and mind
But even that we do not find
To help a soul so wounded therefore
All they can do is grieve some more.
Grief, a heavy cloak draped on our shoulders,
A weight that slumps our back and crushes our spirit,
A shroud of black that veils our sight,
A storm that rages within, relentless, endless.
It comes unbidden, an unwelcome guest,
A thief that steals our joy and leaves them numb,
A pain that grips our hearts, unyielding, tight,
A wound that bleeds and never seems to heal.
Grief, a lonely journey that we walk alone,
The path that twists and turns, elusive, dark,
A maze of sorrow, memories, regrets,
A labyrinth that leads us to the edge of life.
Two Steps Forward, One Step Back
Two steps forward, we make good ground
We conquer obstacles, and challenges we\'ve found
But then comes a step back, just one in sight
A momentary setback, a pause in our fight
We pick ourselves up, and start once more
Taking each new challenge, as we had before
Two steps forward, we reach new heights
Then one step back, a stumble in our sights
But we don\'t give up, we keep pushing on
We continue our journey, until it is done
And when we look back, we\'ll see our track
Two steps forward, and one step back.
Two steps forward, we take with ease
We\'re filled with hope and so much peace
We\'re moving on and living free
Our hearts and minds are filled with glee
One step back, we start to feel
The tremble in our legs is real
Our hope fades fast and disappears
We\'re filled with doubts and endless fears
Two steps forward, we take again
Our strength returns and we remain
Moving forward, day by day
We won\'t let fear lead us astray
One step back, we catch our breath
We must be strong and beat this test
We pick ourselves up and stand tall
And we\'ll keep going, through it all
Two steps forward, we stay on track
And never let the setbacks hold us back
For every step we take is true
And soon we\'ll reach our goals anew.
Two steps forward, we\'re on the right track,
Making progress, no turning back,
But then comes a stumble, a hiccup, a lack,
One step back, it\'s like we\'re under attack.
The journey is long, full of twists and turns,
Sometimes we fly, sometimes we crash and burn,
But we keep pushing, through the pain and the yearn,
Two steps forward, for every one we must learn.
It\'s not always easy, this dance we call life,
Sometimes we get lost, in the midst of the strife,
But we hold onto hope, and cut through the strife,
Two steps forward, our progress is rife.
So let\'s keep moving, and hold each other tight,
We\'ll get there eventually, with all our might,
Two steps forward, our future\'s bright,
One step back, it\'s just a small fight.
Two steps forward, one step back.
It\'s a dance we know well, a familiar track.
We strive for progress day by day,
But obstacles arise, and we\'re led astray.
Just when we think we\'re making headway,
Life throws a curveball that derails the play.
We stumble and falter, lose our way,
And find ourselves right back where we started today.
But courage and resilience are traits we possess,
And we summon them up to weather life\'s stress.
We take that one step back, and with new-found grit,
Push forward again to pursue our fit.
For though the path may be winding and tough,
Our intention remains steadfast, and that\'s enough.
With each step forward, and each step back,
We keep moving forward, on a determined track.
Two steps forward, one step back,
Life’s a journey to the top,
Filled with stops and starts
And a long, winding path.
Sometimes the way can be hard,
But we mustn’t lose our guard.
A journey of two steps forward, one step back
In the pursuit of our dreams.
We can’t be too proud,
Or our dreams won’t be allowed,
But with careful planning and hard work,
We can make headway and persevere.
We have to be brave,
Taking risks and facing the waves,
For with each risk taken,
We will make progress in leaps and bounds.
We must make sure to take the time
To reflect and adjust our climb,
For two steps forward, one step back
Can help us reach our desired end.
Though it may be slow and tedious,
We must keep our spirits high,
For when we reach the top,
We’ll look back and smile.
Fake People
Photoshopped people,
so unreal and fake,
Perfect in every way,
But it\'s not what we take.
We don\'t need to hide,
We don\'t need to be perfect,
No matter what you think,
We don\'t need to live perfect.
We all have flaws,
We all have imperfections,
That\'s what makes us unique,
And that\'s what makes us special.
We can be who we are,
We can be true to ourselves,
We can be our own person,
And not someone else.
So don\'t get caught up,
In the world of photoshopped people,
Be who you are,
And be yourself.
Broken Promises
The broken promises keep rising
Like dust, they can\'t stay hidden
Falling like rain, disheartening
Always biting our hopes within
No more believing in sweet, whispered words
Choices of how we come to have learnt
Lies and false promises fill our days
Always left wondering what comes of yesterday
Things we can\'t fix, make us so tired
Exhausted by the stories and lies we have acquired
Too