Legacy Poems
Environmental Legacy
by Aloo Denish Obiero
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
"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 Wisdom Within: A Tapestry of Power
by Emmanuel Liadi
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
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"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,
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A Prayer To The Goddess, Ganga
by Pijush Biswas
O Ganga, who doth not take pride in thy arms
The earthly life, scornful, is always proud of thy touch
O Ganga, who doth not take pride in thy divine alms
O thou, let the life be full of joy and happiness much.
Thou, look into our eyes; somewhere thou must be.
Now, our lives today are so uplifted anew by thy privacy
Or, into the core of our lives we seek thy eternity,
Open eyed, to manure lives, or to be heir to thy legacy.
Let us seek beauty in thee, O! let us be free from obscurity.
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My name in stone
by John Hughes
I write my name in ash on the stone
The rain will wash it away
And that will be the end of my sick glory
Manderley
by Ben Quinn
Dreams of an ethereal estate, a caged aviary.
Ravens flutter among the rhododendrons
Blood red and weeping.
She ruled with iron-willed certainty.
A certainty that seems so alien to me.
The rhododendrons liquify outside my window.
They melt and coalesce, pooling
The Ravens lap hungrily at the brine.
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The Wisdom Within: A Tapestry of Power
by Emmanuel Liadi
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
......
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,
......
