Poem 1: A Villanelle on Nature's Whisper
In twilight's glow, the trees began to sway,
Their ancient songs echo through the dark,
A symphony where silence finds its way.
The rivers hum, a soft and sweet ballet,
While stars emerge, igniting bright and stark,
In twilight's glow, the trees begin to sway.
A breeze, a sigh, the world holds its array,
In every leaf, a life, a flickering spark,
A symphony where silence finds its way.
The mountains rise, in majesty, they stay,
Guardians of all, their shadows leave a mark,
In twilight's glow, the trees begin to sway.
Let humans pause, their frantic games at bay,
And hear the earth, that gentle, timeless lark,
A symphony where silence finds its way.
For in the stillness, wisdom leads the day,
To tread lightly, the path is not so dark,
In twilight's glow, the trees begin to sway,
A symphony where silence finds its way.
Poem 2: A Free Verse Poem from the Perspective of a Refugee
I carry my past
in a tattered backpack,
the weight of memories
etched into every fiber,
threads of home unraveling,
each step a farewell
to the soil of my childhood.
I remember laughter—
the smell of spices in the air,
mornings that woke me with sun,
but now, shadows chase me,
distant echoes of gunfire,
the taste of fear, bitter
on my tongue.
I fold my dreams
like fragile origami,
hoping to find shelter
beneath foreign skies,
a warmth that feels—
at once so near, yet
so painfully out of reach.
I see the eyes of strangers,
like mirrors reflecting
the confusion I carry,
the weight of unasked questions.
Will they see me?
Beyond the label—refugee,
a name tagged to my existence.
I walk forward,
clutching the hope that rises
like dawn over desolate lands,
that the heart can find a home,
even when the landscape
threatens to swallow you whole.
In this journey, I am more
than my displacement;
I am the echoes of my ancestors,
the resilience in my heart,
and the relentless drive
to rewrite my story.