Lyric Haven

Introduction: The Labyrinth of Fear delves deep into the inner corridors of our anxieties. With vivid imagery that captures the essence of an unseen force, the poem reflects on how fear shapes our choices—from the dread of the unknown to the terror of falling. It is a contemplative journey that invites us to confront our internal shadows and discover that courage often lies just beyond our deepest fears. In shadow’s breath, where echoes creep, A silent whisper haunts the deep. Not seen, nor touched, yet always near, The unseen hand—this thing called fear. It lingers in the waking mind, A phantom neither cruel nor kind. It builds its walls, unseen, unheard, A prison wrought with thought, not word. I. The Twin Abysses: Life and Death Some fear the life they’ve yet to tread, The weight of choices left unsaid. The dawn, the struggle, the endless climb, The fear of failing time after time. Yet others fear the final breath, The still embrace, the call of death. They cling to time, yet time w...

Introduction: Silence is often seen as a void, an absence of sound. But what if silence is not empty, but full? What if it carries thoughts, echoes, and emotions that we fail to hear? This poem explores how silence speaks louder than words, revealing truths we often ignore. Silence hums in hollow halls, A ghost that lingers, never calls. It weaves through cracks in time and space, A whispered truth we dare not chase. It holds the words we left unsaid, The shattered dreams, the tears we shed. A lullaby for hearts that ache, A weight too heavy not to break. It sings in nights where shadows grow, In aching minds that long to know. Yet in its hush, a lesson lies, A voice beyond the world's disguise. It cradles hope, it feeds on doubt, A canvas where our fears run out. It speaks of love that slipped away, Of battles lost, of skies turned grey. It is the hush of lovers torn, The quiet grief of hearts forlorn. The final breath, the soft goodbye, The space between hello and why. But silen...

Introduction:   Life rarely goes as planned. We make choices—some bold, some careless, some born out of fear, others out of hope. And as time moves on, we're often left wondering "What if?" But this poem isn't about regret alone. It's about laughter found in failure, wisdom born from detours, and the quiet joy in embracing your life, not despite your choices, but because of them. Because even the missteps made us move. It started with a coin, I think— Heads for tea, and tails for ink. I flipped it high, the wind had say, And that’s how I got here today. A simple game, a silent breeze, That rewrote all my memories. I wore one boot and one old shoe, To chase a dream that never grew. It led me down a laughing track— Till joy ran out and turned its back. But even when the joy ran thin, I found odd places joy lives in. I followed signs a squirrel made, Ignored the maps and well-paved grade. A right at “maybe,” left at “why,” And waved ambition a goodbye. I thought I’d ...