I wrote a poem, I hope u all feel it 😘

[BilalDZ3]

Empty Pockets, Full Heart

My pockets sing a hollow song, A melody of echoes where coins once throng. The wind whistles through threadbare seams, A symphony of losses, of shattered dreams.

But my heart, it beats a different tune, A rhythm of resilience, beneath the moon. It hums with the memory of calloused hands, And whispers of lessons in foreign lands.

For I've bartered laughter for grit and sweat, Traded silver linings for debts in sets. Each "no" a stepping stone, a rough-hewn stair, Leading me higher, with burdens I bear.

They scoff and whisper of fools and flights, Blind to the fire that burns in starless nights. They see the scars, not the stories they hold, The triumphs whispered, never to be told.

But I'll paint my canvas with the storm's own hue, And dance with shadows, where dreams renew. This teardrop diamond, forged in hardship's core, Will shine so fiercely, it can't be ignored.

For even when fortune turns its fickle face, The spirit's compass finds its rightful place. Broke, but unbroken, I rise with the dawn, This is my anthem, sung 'til the very last swan.

[khai0503]

beautiful

[Zamia2001]

On 12/6/2023 at 10:18 PM, BilalDZ3 said:

Empty Pockets, Full Heart

My pockets sing a hollow song, A melody of echoes where coins once throng. The wind whistles through threadbare seams, A symphony of losses, of shattered dreams.

But my heart, it beats a different tune, A rhythm of resilience, beneath the moon. It hums with the memory of calloused hands, And whispers of lessons in foreign lands.

For I've bartered laughter for grit and sweat, Traded silver linings for debts in sets. Each "no" a stepping stone, a rough-hewn stair, Leading me higher, with burdens I bear.

They scoff and whisper of fools and flights, Blind to the fire that burns in starless nights. They see the scars, not the stories they hold, The triumphs whispered, never to be told.

But I'll paint my canvas with the storm's own hue, And dance with shadows, where dreams renew. This teardrop diamond, forged in hardship's core, Will shine so fiercely, it can't be ignored.

For even when fortune turns its fickle face, The spirit's compass finds its rightful place. Broke, but unbroken, I rise with the dawn, This is my anthem, sung 'til the very last swan.

wow good to know some are not just a mere player but also having a creative thinking such as you..nice poem.