Lyric Haven

Before You Read: Every journey unfolds in steps, every tale in verses. This poem is but a fragment of a greater whole, a thread in the tapestry of words. It belongs to the  Bridging the Tides  trilogy, where each piece leads to the next, weaving a story that grows with time. Here’s how the journey continues: Part 1: Shadows Of The Shore [ Click on this link ] Part 2: Tides Of Regret [ Click on this link ] Part 3: Resurgence On The Shore [Posted on: 13/03/2026] Introduction (Part 3): The ocean carries memories—of pain, healing, and rebirth. This poem speaks of reconciliation and renewal, as love and forgiveness wash over old wounds like the tide. In morning’s glow we find our way, The remnants of our dark dismay. The tide, like time, has washed away The silent woes that held their sway. Beneath a sky of golden light, Our fractured hearts begin to unite. In whispered winds, the past takes flight, As hope and love reclaim the night. The shores that bore our deepest scars Now sh...

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: Some love stories don’t end with a storm—they fade like whispers in the wind. This poem captures the bittersweet journey of parting ways, learning to release the past while holding onto its quiet echoes. It is about love, loss, and the courage to let go with grace. We built a world with threads of dreams, Woven in whispers, soft as streams. But time pulls tight, and hearts must bend, For love’s long journey nears its end. The weight of goodbye is harder still, A promise shattered against my will. I hold your memory, close and tight, Yet now I must release this fight. I must learn, like petals, the art of letting go, Falling softly, without a sound, where wild winds blow. And like autumn leaves in colors bright, I too must yield to the changing light. Our love was bright—a fleeting, burning flame— Now flickers low; there’s no one left to blame. The echoes of us linger on, A silent song, now nearly gone. It tears at me, this cruel release, A heart that cries, yet seeks its...