Poetic World 98 😘

23 May 2025 17:15

“How do you know if they are the one?

You’re not confused about where you stand in their life. They’re honest about their feelings and they show you that they care. They don’t make you question your worth. You stop believing that you deserve less — instead, you embrace the abundance of love that comes your way. You become more confident. Happier. More joyful. You become more sure of yourself. Your life starts flourishing in different ways. You’re excited when you think about a future with them. Their hand fits in perfectly with yours. A sense of calm and contentment settles in your heart. You feel like there’s nothing that you can’t conquer if you have them by your side. And every time you meet them — it feels like you’re seeing them for the first time.” — @r.dhalwriter

Poetic World 98 😘

21 May 2025 11:44

Why are you Mad Though?

Yo…
Why you wanna blame me
For how you feelin’ inside?
Like I got a secret remote control
Hidden somewhere between your ribs,
Pressin’ “Insecure”
Right after you drop your ice cream.

Bruh
I ain’t the feelings fairy.
I didn’t sprinkle no glitter in your brain
And whisper “be sad… right… now.”

Look, if you expecting me
To act a certain way,
Like one of them motivational Instagram quotes,
“Good vibes only,”
Then you, my friend,
Are about to be as disappointed
As a kid on Christmas morning
Opening a gift box full of socks.

I WILL disappoint you.
Like rain that never comes even when the sky is full of clouds.
Like a flames in the wind
Like a DJ at a party who only plays
Bird sounds and the national anthem.

I’m built weird.
Sometimes I laugh at funerals
And cry at TikToks of cats falling off tables.
I forget birthdays,
I send texts like “Yo” and disappear for 3 days.
I’m basically the human version of
When your phone autocorrects “thanks” to “thangs.”
Unexpected, confusing, and mildly entertaining.

So please
Don’t draft a script for me in your head,
‘Cause I promise I won’t read it.
I’ll ad-lib.
I’ll improvise.
I’ll enter the scene like,
“Wait, what movie is this again?”

Your feelings?
Your job to babysit.
I’ll swing by for snacks,
But I ain’t changin’ no emotional diapers.

Life’s a mess, people weird,
And me?
I’m just out here being
A lovable, occasionally clueless
Walking contradiction.

So relax, fam
Grab a donut, pet a dog,
And let’s laugh at this big ol’ soap opera
We call existence.

Poetic World 98 😘

20 May 2025 11:20

*I THOUGHT I WOULD DIE*

My life has changed so much that I can't lie
_I've lived a very hard life, I thought I would die
_I am better than I used to be, I have no complaint_
_Despite the Challenges, never was I weak or faint_

_Darkness surrounded me in every step I used to take_
I managed a smile even though it was fake
At school, I laughed when others talked to me
But inside, I was dying, wishing they could see

_Single parented, I grew strong, never ready for a fall
_Challenges, I walked past them all
_Till date, I work hard each and every day
To help those in need in every possible way_

I never wish to see others shed their tears_
Like i did for years
My dream is to end all the screams
_And change things that aren't as they seem

*Written by :* ```RHODVICK```
```The Unknown Poet`

Poetic World 98 😘

19 May 2025 10:17

My song

She is my sweet song
I hope it never ends
The music will never die
Happy it makes me feel

In the deepest of night
When I miss listening to it
I do wake up to listen to it
It soothes me to slumber

My song has cute lips
How I miss kissing them
Brushing them softly to mine
Hers was my precious gift

It rings deep in my mind
I do find myself smiling all time
I'm sorry I'm in love with my song
I'll listen to my song everyday

Sadly my song ended , I realized,
I wasn't the only one listening to it
She left with another able guy
Happily I've nursed the heartbreak

© The lonely writer
® Steven

Poetic World 98 😘

19 May 2025 09:36

'Which would you rather be if you had the choice- divinely beautiful or dazzlingly clever or angelically good?"
📍Anne of Green Gables
-Lucy Maud Montgomery

Poetic World 98 😘

15 May 2025 21:03

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖾.

𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄,
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍
𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗎𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝖨 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾
𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾,
𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗆 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾.

𝖸𝖾𝗌, 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅
𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽,
𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄
𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾.

𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝖺𝗌𝗄
𝗆𝗒𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 - 𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾?
𝖭𝗈... 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌.

𝖲𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗎𝗉?
𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗉?

𝖨 𝖺𝗆 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀... 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽.

Poetic World 98 😘

15 May 2025 11:04

𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕

"𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕."
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.
𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝,
𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝.
𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞,
𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚊𝚜 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎,
𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜.
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,
𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚎.
𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚜, 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚘,
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠.
𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍—
𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠? 𝙰𝚖 𝙸 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍?
𝙼𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗.
𝙾𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗?

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙,
𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚙.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝—𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎—
𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗,
𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚁𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚗.

– 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜

Poetic World 98 😘

12 May 2025 07:31

𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖~

𝙶𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍
𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎—
𝙰 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛
𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑
𝚃𝚑𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚍-𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚏
𝚂𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚎
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚜
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚍𝚘?
𝚃𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖.

#𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚢
#𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐
#𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗

Poetic World 98 😘

29 April 2025 19:20

"Someone once asked me,
'Why do you listen to reggae always?'
And I paused...
Because, how do you explain a sound that lifts your spirit when the world pulls you down?
How do you explain music that feels like truth, like love, like home?
I told them —
'Let me show you.
Listen closely, read attentively.

https://artatheartinklings.wordpress.com/2025/04/29/reggaeeee/

Poetic World 98 😘

25 April 2025 03:52

“Palace of Thorns”

They call it a palace—my life—
gilded in gold, draped in silks,
where chandeliers sparkle like smiles
and the walls echo laughter not mine.
But beneath the velvet curtains
lies the bruise of silence,
a scream stitched shut with silver thread.

The hand that feeds wears rings—
diamond-tipped daggers cloaked in affection,
offering bread soaked in venom,
each bite a betrayal masked as care.
It builds me up in marble grace,
then chisels away my soul
with every whispered "I'm proud of you."

I am the sculptor of dreams they parade,
the architect of their towering pride,
yet my fingers bleed in the shadows,
amputated from applause.
Like the slaves who carved cathedrals
and were buried beneath their glory,
I too am entombed in perfection.

They say, “You have it all.”
Yes, all but the warmth.
I sleep in a golden cradle
that rocks on cold stone floors.
Love is but a painting on these walls—
framed, admired,
never felt.

This house of mirrors reflects only masks,
and I—just another cracked reflection—
smile like I'm stitched to the seams,
while my heart writes elegies in secret.

For what is comfort without care,
a throne without touch,
when the hand that feeds
is the hand that kills—
slowly,
smiling,
saying “I love you”
through clenched teeth?

~ Ritika

Poetic World 98 😘

19 April 2025 21:45

Breath, Scars, and Silence

My skin is not smooth—
It is a landscape,
creased and calloused,
folded like a well-travelled map.
The curve of my neck cradles the sun,
even when the skies are grey.

This scar on my knee
is where I learned gravity.
They remember kneeling for answers,
and bruising against silence.
The faded marks on my wrist—
are the memories I stopped trying to erase.

My shoulder holds the weight
of unsent letters, of unkept vows,
of people whose ghosts I’ve kept
long after they walked away.
Ferns unfurl behind my ribs,
and roots tangle in the hum of my heart.

Saltwater collects in my throat,
swallowed like a secret I refuse to speak.
It floats between the tightness of my chest,
weighing heavy with the unspoken,
with everything I couldn’t say,
and the silence that remains.

The curve of my hip sways
to a melody only silence can sing.
The arch of my foot,
like a compass,
knows the escape routes
without any need for directions.

I am stitched together,
by paths I never took,
oceans I had no choice but to cross,
mountains I was lifted to
and, somewhere along the way
learned to call them home.

Maps aren’t always drawn with ink.
Some are stitched with breath and scars.
Don’t ask me where I come from—
Ask me where I've been.
Touch my shoulder,
and I’ll show you a road only my skin knows.

Poetic World 98 😘

17 April 2025 16:59

"It's the great mystery of
human life that old grief
passes gradually into quiet
tender joy. The mild serenity
of age takes the place of the
riotous blood of youth."
📍The Brothers Karamazov
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Poetic World 98 😘

15 April 2025 20:25

Beneath the trees, the sunlight spills,
Two souls in stride, the world stands still.
A hoodie, cap, and gentle grin—
A spark where every step’s a win.

Her jacket bright, a letter bold,
With stories that have yet been told.
Their laughter floats, a calm refrain,
Like summer wind after the rain.

Their eyes meet in a quiet dance,
A moment stitched by chance—or chance?
No need for maps or spoken lines,
Their hearts align like subtle signs.

Just two young lives, the road ahead,
With dreams and thoughts still softly said.
But here, right now, they walk as one—
A tale of friendship just begun.

Poetic World 98 😘

08 April 2025 09:48

Easy, Not Easy

They say,
"Just be yourself."
Easy.
But not easy when yourself is tired, broke, and late for rent—again.

They say,
"Speak your truth."
Easy.
But not easy when your truth sounds like conspiracy,
or worse... common sense.

They say,
"Vote wisely."
Easy.
But not easy when wisdom hides behind slogans
and campaign posters lie smoother than butter on a hustler’s toast.

They say,
"Stay positive."
Easy.
But not easy when fuel is 200 bob a litre
and the boda guy just shouted at you for breathing too confidently.

They say,
"Think deep."
Easy.
But not easy when your thoughts keep swimming in shallow bills,
and your mind is like a Wi-Fi signal unstable and buffering.

They say,
"Follow your dreams."
Easy.
But not easy when your dream wants Wi-Fi, confidence, and rent money
while you just want a nap and chapati.

They say,
"Don’t be lazy."
Easy.
But not easy when your boss thinks you’re AI,
and Monday thinks it's Godzilla in heels.

They say,
"Change begins with you."
Easy.
But not easy when "you" just want to change out of these problems
and maybe get some change for a soda.

They say,
"Love your neighbor."
Easy.
But not easy when your neighbor is playing Odi dance at 3am
and your wall is thinner than their patience.

But hey
We laugh,
We rise,
We send memes as medicine,
We vote, we hope, we hustle hard
with philosophies in our pockets and politics on our tongues.

Because life?
It’s easy.
But not easy.
And somehow, we’re still doing it anyway.

Poetic World 98 😘

06 April 2025 10:34

We Will Not Kneel
---------------
They strike us down in daylight’s glare,
spewing bullets with reckless abandon.
Bodies lie motionless on the tarmac—
as if silence can be bought with fear.
But we are a raging storm, a rising tide,
voices they cannot erase.

They wield power like a weapon,
a dark cloud looming over us.
Cold and cruel, hearts made of stone,
but here, we make our stand.
We will not be bought nor swayed—
we will fight, for our freedom, our rights,
for the accountability owed to us.
Democracy against tyranny.

By our voices, by the bullet, by the gun,
by the blood of those taken,
we will stand where cowards crumble.
We will fight until the shackles break—
for a people awakened will not kneel.
We will etch our defiance in fire.
Let justice be our shield and defender.
We are the people, we are the pulse—
and we will never back down again.

~ The Modern Romeo.
4th Apr 025

Poetic World 98 😘

21 May 2025 20:24

That one dream of mine
left my soul unraveling,
my heart quietly dreading,
and my mind overflowing.

By what?
By the thoughts of you.

In that one magical dream,
you called me—
at the exact moment I happened to be free.

Then a conversation started.
Your voice—so bright, unguarded—
as you told me you'd seen a tremendous scenery,
like a dream to the orbs, the greenery.

Then you video-called me,
letting my orbs witness the scene
through the phone’s glowing screen.
Me? Trying not to show my face,
and in that moment, I forgot to look at the place.
Your eyes shifted toward the screen,
making me feel like I was truly seen.
I felt shy, my cheeks instantly turning red–
a rare sight, as I rarely let my guard shed.

Tears began to form, my eyes grew heavy.
I woke up feeling like we’d made a new memory.
Though it was only imagination,
you were with me in that fake vision.

To never forget this memory of ours,
I penned it down, thinking of you for hours.

I used to believe dreams carried meaning.
Now, with this one, we made a memory—only for me to keep dreaming.

                                      – Iris

Poetic World 98 😘

20 May 2025 20:19

There were some words
that only felt complete with you.
Now they remain unfinished,
like every verse holds a blank space
meant only for your name.

Without you,
I speak to myself,
and between each sentence,
I search for your quiet “hmm”…
the one that once lived between my thoughts,
now lost in the dust of memory.

Without you,
the night is more than darkness,
it’s a silence
that turns me into my own shadow.

You know...
I meant to say I’m fine,
but since you left,
even my smiles
have learned how to lie.

I still write...
but the poems no longer carry the scent of love.
Only words remain
without a soul,
without The Essence Of Love.

Poetic World 98 😘

20 May 2025 06:08

A Love So Real

I want the kind of love so pure and vulnerable,
that when it finds me, I will feel dependable—
on that person who's going to stay,
even during the times I stop and lay.

A love that speaks just enough,
making me feel seen—never tough.
A love so full of glow, shine, and light,
not today's kind—unexpressive and slight.

Will you listen, if I ask you, my dear?
Please stay—I need that love without fear.
I want your love softly whispered in my ears,
a little kiss whenever I am near.

A love that reminds me I’m truly adored,
“no worries,” to be said by my beloved once more.
A love that wants to say the right things,
being present and leading me with steady wings.

If you’re willing, then let me know even now,
my heart’s still waiting for you—show me how.
I am still here; my soul won’t let go
of a love that was more than it could ever show.

A love my heart and soul still yearn for,
a lingering warmth that never closed the door.
A love so real, I found in you—
let me be honest: I still hold on to you.

                                – Iris

Poetic World 98 😘

19 May 2025 09:36

"When you have excluded the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable,must be the ^ truth."

📍The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Poetic World 98 😘

18 May 2025 09:51

Your Knight

"A Knight in Shining Armor"

My silken sword and blushing burn
In its tarnishing charm and my cavity cave.
Your westward wayward song,
That's the insolent siren; your scowling soul.

Throes of my pine soaring and sored
Deep blooded-bound reverie I reverb
Throbbing touché and awe-bind chaste
I grazed brusquely— unbeknownst your gaze was lost...



"I might be your knight in shining armor but a princess always belongs to a prince. At the end, my job is to protect you until you meet your prince."
         -Obi (Red hair & Snow White; Anime)



#unrequited_as_a_bard
#wordsmith_knight
#silken_verbs

Poetic World 98 😘

15 May 2025 16:53

https://starzupdates6.wordpress.com/2025/05/15/you-know-why/

Poetic World 98 😘

12 May 2025 19:55

𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚜..𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝, 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚢. 𝙼𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕.

𝙸’𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝙸’𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎.

𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.❤️ 𝙷𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎

Poetic World 98 😘

02 May 2025 06:03

I didn’t know love could feel like motion. Not a still moment, but one that moves faster than fear, wider than regret. And for a moment, I stopped thinking
and just moved with you,into the water, into the sky,
into something real.
We laughed like the world was weightless, and I saw something ancient in your joy. And when your hand found mine, it wasn’t just fingers touching fingers.
It was everything I didn’t know I needed held gently, without explanation.
The way you glanced back to see if I was still smiling. The way you let joy lead your feet and chart our path. The way your spirit danced before your body did. This is how it begins.
Not with fireworks, but with bare feet, open hearts,
and the courage to be seen.

Poetic World 98 😘

26 April 2025 11:22

Heart and Mind

And the heart, my dear friend,
Is a very beautiful thing.
It doesn’t need eyes to see,
It was never meant to judge,
But only to feel.

It doesn’t ask why,
Doesn’t plan ahead.
It just beats in joy, in fear,
Even when it needs rest.

The ups and downs?
That’s life.
Messy, imperfect, real.
Only when the line goes flat
Does it end and so do you.

But the mind—
The mind has eyes.
It sees the world,
And in seeing it doubts.
It complicates the simple beats of the heart,
Seeking perfection in things
The heart already knows won't last.

It chases perfection
Where none exists.
It wants to fix
What was meant to be felt.

It tries to quiet the heart,
To shrink it,
To make it safe.
It gets so lost in the end
That it forgets that endgame isn't this race.

But the heart—
The heart was never meant
To be caged.
It’s wild, it breaks, it heals.
And still, it beats.

Even when the mind says,
“This is foolish.”
Even when the world says,
“This is weak.”

Because the heart remembers
What the mind forgets,
You don’t need to see the whole road
To take one more step.

Let the mind think.
Let it doubt.
But never believe in its call
Because surviving
In those up and down beats,
Is known as life after all.

~ The Poetry Room

Poetic World 98 😘

24 April 2025 08:05

"I Am Tomorrow, What I Establish Today"

Your future self is watching you through memories. Make them proud, not disappointed.

I woke up this morning, a king in my head,
But my blanket said “nah, stay a peasant instead.”
My dreams screamed ‘legacy!’, my stomach said ‘snack,’
And my mirror just laughed, gave ambition a smack.

I am tomorrow, what I establish today,
But I spent half the morning scrolling away.
One more meme, one more clip, one more viral thread,
And there goes my empire still built in my head.

I bought a notebook to plan my great rise,
Wrote “To-Do List, Conquer,” then promptly ate fries.
Productivity whispered, “Go hustle, young champ,”
But Netflix replied with a seductive lamp.

Yet deep in my chest, a rebellion brews,
A voice that shouts louder than old excuse blues.
“You want a great life? Then stop wasting your dawn!
Or your future self’s broke, with a bad coupon.”

So here’s my confession, this truth I relay:
I am tomorrow, what I build up today.
Brick by brick, or meme by meme,
My castle will stand or just stay a dream.

It’s funny, it’s harsh, but it’s also dead right,
Today shapes tomorrow, like day shapes the night.
So maybe I’ll start… after one more delay,
‘Cause greatness begins on Monday, they say.

Poetic World 98 😘

18 April 2025 08:28

I stand in silence, love in hand,
Yet fear wraps tight like shifting sand.
My love for you—a steady flame,
It burns with passion none can tame.
But still a worry haunts my mind,
A quiet ache I cannot bind.
Afraid I’m cast in a lonely tale,
A fleeting breeze, too soft, too frail.

Under the stillness of dark sky, I wonder:
Am I enough? Doing enough?
Am I soft where others dared—
Too still, too slow, too deeply scared?
Do I fill your heart, or just your days?
Am I just a passing through,
A chapter closed before it’s due?

Your past—a story I wasn't in—
Still echoes loud beneath your skin.
You lived a life where love ran wild,
Louder names and dreams beguiled.
And here I am, heart raw and unsure—
A quiet soul with a love so pure.

I don't drive fast or dine in gold,
But I’d be the warmth when nights grow cold.
So still I ask with trembling grace:
Do I hold your heart or just your space?
---

~ The Modern Romeo.
17th Apr 2025

Poetic World 98 😘

17 April 2025 01:34

𝚄𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢

"𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚜"

"𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎~"

"𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎?"

"𝚆𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏"

"𝙰𝚜 𝙸 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎— 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚝"

"𝙸𝚗 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢— 𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎"

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎— 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗"

"𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚝, 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜"

"𝙸 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜"

"𝙸 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎..."


#𝙳𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗_𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜
#𝚁𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗_𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎_

Poetic World 98 😘

08 April 2025 16:05

"Stranger"

To you,
Whom I've not met..
We still have to be there yet..
You're my moment, don't run away
For we still have some things to say
so you better hold yourself up and stay
for you're still my hopeful array
and I'll see you, if time may
may actually allow me to
To go to you..
To you,
Whom I've not met yet..
💌
#jar

Poetic World 98 😘

07 April 2025 08:13

Its okay to live a quiet life

It’s the quiet moments that bring me joy-
The silent ones that slip by unnoticed,
like the soft clink of a spoon in a cup;
The gentle tap of raindrops on a window;
The faint flutter of pages flipping;
The sound of my breath rising and falling.
They don’t seek the spotlight. Yet,
they leave me in awe, in ways I can’t put into words.

There’s a beauty in the rise of the dawn.
The breeze playing with my hair, swaying it softly.
The sun’s kiss, tender and warm, settling on my face.
The birds’ songs dancing through the air,
a soothing tune for my heart.
I close my eyes and let my arms open wide,
surrendering to the morning’s soft rhythm.

The pleasure of a slow cup of coffee,
the steam curling upwards like soft memories.
The weight of my favourite book in my hands,
the earthy smell of its pages filling the space around me.
These moments don’t shout,
but exist quietly, rich with meaning-
A secret only the quiet can understand.

The world may be fast and loud,
but I walk in these small spaces.
My feet pressed against the chill of the earth,
the rustle of leaves ringing melodiously.
With each soft step, I remember-
I don’t need fireworks or noise to know I’m alive.
For in this stillness, I always find my truth.

Poetic World 98 😘

04 April 2025 14:11

Salt on the wound

At first, it hurt, the wound too raw,
like a jagged tear in velvet,
like a chisel mark on cold stone.
Memories linger, endless like a river,
with nights awake in solitude
and days spent in a mask of wholeness.
Salt poured into the tender flesh,
A blade twisted into the very core.
A sting that carried the shadows of the past,
Of battles that were lost,
Of words that were left unsaid,
Of silence that stayed, and
Of goodbyes that came too soon.

Yet in the ache, time weaved its magic.
What once seemed a curse sparked something,
something quiet,
slow—
The wound began to change;
Resilience stitched with delicate strands.
Now, all that remains is a faint scar-
A mark that holds the echoes of pain.
A reminder that even the deepest of wounds
carry within them the seed of strength.
A scar that’s no flaw, but
a chapter of the story etched into my skin.
A story not of defeat, but of quiet victory.