Showing posts with label #illustrious da poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #illustrious da poet. Show all posts

Jul 19, 2023

Royal Pisces    
In the depths of the cosmic sea, a celestial dance takes flight,

  Where dreams and sorrows merge, embraced by ethereal light.

Pisces, an enchanting constellation, dwells with gentle grace,


A symbol of empathy, of mystic depths we trace.


Born of water's essence, a soul so deeply attuned,


Pisces wanders in imagination, where reality is pruned.


Navigating currents unseen, a bridge between two realms,


They swim amidst the tides, where destinies are overwhelmed.


Their eyes reflect the wisdom of the ancient tales they keep,


Secrets whispered by the stars, in the ink of twilight's sleep.


Embracing vulnerability, they feel the pain of the collective cry,


Absorbing the sorrows of the world, with tender hearts they try.


A symphony of empathy, their compassion knows no bounds,


As they weave love's tapestry, in whispers without sound.


Healing wounds with a gentle touch,their words a balm of solace,


Pisces, blessed with empathy, is a refuge in life's palace.


Yet, in this deep connection, their own souls may drift astray,


Lost in the vast expanse, where shadows seek to sway.


A duality, their burden, and gift, to still remain untamed,


For amidst the fragile beauty, their inner battles are named.


Oh Pisces, with your watery depths, your emotions ebb and flow,


Like a mystic ocean, where secrets only you will know.


Your tender spirit shines, illuminating the darkest night,


A gentle guide to fellow souls, a beacon of love's light.


So let us lift our voices high, a symphony to sing,


Of Pisces' compassionate soul, the empathy they bring.


For in their depths a world's reborn, with hearts forever brave,


In their gentle presence, finding solace beyond the grave.


Poetic Art & Poem By Illustrious Da Poet

 


Feb 7, 2020

Loving Myself


They say, with time it heals all wounds

Sometimes, it’s the place where grace just enters you

Damaged goods, callous scar tissues

Singing the blues, while nurturing my bruise

Leading with logic and not with my heart on my sleeves

My heart can disappoint me, but my mind perceives

Self-determination was part of the healing

Pain is human, but I learned that being true to myself is quite appealing

I am my own primary priority

Started with Me, Morally

I had to dig a little to find her

In silence, I can hear her affirmations whisper

Mending myself, transforming

Honey attract flies, because they swarming

Loving myself first, watching my blessings fall in place

I have a story to tell, make room in your book case



By Nancy Illustrious Silfort

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