Lyric Haven

Introduction: Some journeys begin at the edge of darkness, leading us toward light. This poem speaks of introspection, of finding clarity in the quiet moments before dawn, and the strength it takes to embrace a new beginning. From depths of darkness, whispers call, A journey begins as twilight falls. In twilight’s embrace on a sorrowful day, She sat with memories that would not stray;  Recalling moments lost in time’s swift glass, And a life of dreams that would soon surpass. Her slender form bathed in gentle moonlight, With locks aglow in the quiet night;  She left behind the world's cruel refrain, Drifting toward dreams where hope would reign. No charming prince, nor grand affair, Drew her heart with promises rare;  For what she saw was a beacon clear, Dispelling shadows and quieting fear. She gazed upon scenes both warm and near, Yet echoed whispers of old fear;  Unsure if visions were dream or nightmare, Would joy prevail, or end in a scream so sheer? Then came ...

Introduction: Some scars don’t fade—but they can be transformed into symbols of strength. This poem tells the story of survival, of defying expectations, and of finding light even in the darkest places. They say she’s bad news, a storm in disguise, A wildfire burning beneath cold, distant eyes. They never trusted, never believed, Cast me aside, left me deceived. They threw me out, shattered my soul, Forced me to wander, lost and cold. I begged to stay, to prove them wrong, But they pushed me out—I didn’t belong. Now I’m a ghost in their past, nothing more; They expect me to crawl, to knock on their door. But I won’t plead, I won’t bend, Their chapter is closed—this is my end. Then I met him, a light in the haze, Following close, undeterred by my ways. Ready to give, to break and to mend, Unshaken, refusing to bend. I warned him—stay back, don’t try, But he saw through the armor, the cracks, the lies. He held on tight, refused to let go, Taught me to heal, to let the past flow. He care...

Introduction: Not every love story gets the ending it deserves. Some remain unfinished, lingering in the space between what was and what could have been. This poem mourns a love that was written in the stars but never quite met its fate. In twilight’s gentle, wistful glow, Two hearts conceal a tender woe; Bound by love that dares not speak, While distant kin forbid we meet. Our souls are entwined in secret fire, Yearning to quench forbidden desire; Yet ancient ties, like iron chains, Bind our dreams with silent pains. Beneath the stars’ soft, silver light, I cradle hope throughout the night; Each whispered thought becomes a plea That someday soon our fates break free. I wander through the halls of old, Recalling vows of passion told; Though duty’s call and family’s law Keep us apart with bitter flaw. In every tear that dares to fall, A spark of hope defies them all; For in my heart, though worlds divide, Our love remains a trusted guide. In dreams, we meet beyond the strife, Where sha...

Introduction: There comes a moment when we stop being who we were and step into who we were meant to be. This poem is about transformation—rising from past wounds, embracing growth, and reclaiming the light within. A tribute to strength, resilience, and rebirth. In the quiet hush before the dawn, her spirit starts to rise, She sheds the weight of yesterdays beneath the waking skies. The shadows of old sorrows fade like whispers in the breeze, And hope now paints a golden path among the trembling trees. She walks upon the dewy earth where morning glows anew, The remnants of her burdens melt in radiant light’s view. Each scar transforms to artful tales in every tender beat, A testament of strength and grace where broken pieces meet. Her past dissolves like morning mist with every warming ray, In its place, a promise blooms to greet the coming day. The fragments of her weary soul compose a vibrant song, A melody of triumph where the resilient belong. In nature’s gentle cradle, solace find...

Introduction: "Not Every Bloom is a Rose" delicately explores the fragile layers of human connection, revealing how not every encounter, promise, or smile holds the truth we long for. Through poignant verses and a steady, reflective rhythm, the poem unveils the bittersweet realization that trust, love, and loyalty are not always as they seem. It invites readers to journey through moments of hope, betrayal, and resilience, echoing the timeless truth that beauty often hides sorrow beneath its petals. Not every flower blooms as a rose, Not every soul remains true, I suppose. Eyes often meet in a lingering stare, But not every gaze holds love’s tender care. Some glances sparkle like morning dew, Yet some are hollow, their meanings untrue. We search for warmth in the silent eyes, But sometimes the look is built on lies. We yearn for the depth in every fleeting look, But not all gazes are from love’s open book. A fleeting glance, a brush of fate, But not every gaze opens love’s gat...