Category: Poetry

⌛So Where Does The Time Go? Poem By MarvellousNightmare✍🏻

Daily writing prompt
How do you waste the most time every day?
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So where does the time go?
I humbly ask the Universe
With a slightly trembling voice.
I wonder patiently - is there a choice?
No doubt, our memories are lies
Designed by our cunning minds.
Whatever happened once in the past
Lies crumbled, buried in the dust.
Illusions: future dreams and plans,
They won't exist, they'll turn into a haze,
Like clouds they will merge and phase,
Unstable to their core, fuzzed and erased.
What are they but the road signs?
The history is also a surmise
Composed by those who won and thrived.
Each second, every day we die only to rise
Again.
And our paths are densely paved
With memories of what's long dead.
We change with every move or breath
Thus shedding our skins, we burn to ashes
Step closer to the truth or passing flashes
Of our hopes.
Whereas the time… Time flows!
Time passes like a river shaping stones.
Its very pace chips off and hones
Illusionary sand from our hearts.
Each change is a Universal form of art.

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🃏The Magician (I/1) (The Expressed Knowledge) – Tarot Arcana Poetry🃏

The word is spoken mightily, then follows action
Aligning order with the burst of new creation
He stares at us, embodiment of the hermetic laws
Chanting entrancingly “As was above, then so will be below”
Weaving a spell, entrancing, walking to and fro.
He gestures and enchants the elements, unites
Logic, contact, wit, knowledge, and combines
Them with his Will.
Transcending all the realms of existence
With his insight, undoubtable persistence
His eyes reflect the spirit of infinity
He wears Uroboros – sign of dignity
He talks and shares wisdom in its form
Ignites, reaches, connects, gives power, and transforms
Unseen yet seen, he bends all Nature’s laws,
Hiding, concealing well his cunning flaws.
Once demonstrating depths of clear, pure mind
Lacing, entwining webs of lies and crimes
Charming, attractive, changeable and bright.
With Mercury’s soft treads, he binds Rose Cross’ might,
Conjuring sigils, charms, he preaches in delight.
Hypnotic smile… he starts this all anew
Does the eternal spirit speak through you?
Or are these games and logical pretenses?
When he wears masks, should we show our true faces?

(1: New Beginning/Manifestation
Planet: Mercury
12th Path: links Kether (Crown) and Binah (Understanding)
Letter: Beth
Symbol: House
Element: Air)

PS: This is The Magician card according to WP AI Picture Generator:

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🃏The Fool (XXII/0) (Overcoming Fear) – Tarot Arcana Poetry🃏

Daily writing prompt
What fears have you overcome and how?
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Infinity and Chaos’ newborn child,
He starts his journey, clad in rising Sun.
The winds blow in his face, each step is fun.
He fears nothing – action, risk – it’s done!
In chance he thrives, each glance a leap of faith.
He wears his heart on his sleeve’s lace,
Untainted with the earth experience’s preface.
The pure spirit shines throughout his simple mask.
The voice of reason, beast, it won’t disturb him. Picturesque,
Sewn of the Uranic, crazy, cosmic, and experimental grace,
Each of his breaths contains the pulse of nascent Universe.
No fear, blind, one step – it’s either the World’s birth
Or falling down the void of madness, pulled by chaotic force.
Don’t think, open your heart… Just go.
The wind will catch you when you fall.
Inevitable act, whatever the result,
Laughingly, playfully, creatively – just start.
Led by the primeval powers of Ubiquity.

(0: Absolute
Planet: Uranus
11th Path: links Kether (Crown) and Chokmah (Wisdom)
Letter: Aleph
Symbol: Ox
Element: Air)

PS: This is The Fool card according to WP AI Picture Generator:


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Misty Stroll

The mist engulfed and fully drowned my mind,
Sheltered me tight from memories and sounds,
Pinned drops upon my hair to shine bright,
My eyes luminescent, reflecting stormy clouds.

The mist has filled my head with fuzzy thoughts,
Merged into muffled piles of tangled words.
What is my poetry but clash of rusty swords?
Dissatisfied, I’m stuck, I feel remorse.

Drowned in longing, soft and gray despair,
Sentenced to swim in humid, heavy air,
Struggling with questions, looming everywhere,
Well, am I worthy? How could I stop caring?

At times, I feel I’m nothing but a failure.
Not fit for this material existence,
Where one must be a quick decisive leader.
But in imaginative, misty distance,
Perhaps there is a place for such as me.

The fog engulfed and fully drowned my mind.
The water drops are dancing in my hair,
As if I bathed in the primeval sea of light,
And plunged into its dusky depths prepared

Of finding jewels of the highest truth,
Scattered in the quietest seabed,
Mingled with the dark, cloudy sand.
I wake up from this fantasy, I move…

The trees became the castles and old bridges,
The music plays as always, storm and chaos.
I wish it rained at once.

© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist

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Embers and Ashes – Poem for Daily Prompt about Risk-taking

Daily writing prompt
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
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My blood is full of fireworks,
Bright, shimmering, delightful,
They can go wild and frightful.
I’m taking off, I fly, I soar!

Now it’s champagne that’s blazing in my veins,
Drunken with risk, I’ve lost hold of the reigns…
Torrents of fire are engulfing me again,
Intensive heat is muffling my brain,
Shutting down the soothing whisper
Of reason.

I’m obsessed with, I’m addicted to searing surges of adrenaline.
Impulsively, in blasts of lightning, I’m crossing all the lines,
Half-knowing, unheard, but fighting deep inside,
Hardly aware, but in the end I’ll lose and die,
Ravenous flames turning my life to ashes –
No more.

PS: yes, I’m crazy about images of fire, give me more 😀

© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist
You can contact me via leomoria93@outlook.com

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Imperfection (Poem for Daily Writing Prompt)

Daily writing prompt
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
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My constant fear of cold, imminent rejection
Electrocuting, thorny, poignant tension
That I suppress, cover, forget and hide
Until the moment this will tower up inside.
Self-conscious of each action, what I say,
I wish I learned to cope, to get away.
‘Relax, accept’ is never enough for me
Lack of spontaneity; I guess I’ll never be free
From paralyzing razor-sharp captivity.
I’m stuck, because I’m never enough
‘Breath in’, ‘acknowledge my childish half’…
But still, I’m so afraid to disappoint you.
Please don’t be angry, give me just a few
Seconds more, I will correct all that I made.
And yet, I’ve done another mistake, too late.
‘By mindful’ – I’m trying, but it’s so hard to breathe,
Sometimes, it’s even harder to forgive myself.
‘Breathe in, be mindful, relax, find peace,
Breathe,
Sense,
Ease.’

© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist
You can contact me via leomoria93@outlook.com

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Radiation (Black Wings)

Every night by the starlight, I dream
That I’m poisoned by radiation
And I’m burning in your damnation;
I’m rejected, I smolder, I gleam.

You deny my mere existence,
As if I were contagious with plague,
And you leave me as if by mistake,
For the future’s harmonious sake.

Now you fire at me from the distance,
On your arrogant journey to Mars,
To the planet which you all at once
Will demolish in less than an instance.

By denying the history’s wisdom
Yes, apparently, you never listen
To whatever is tagged “complicated”…
Slay each other in violent fit.
So be it. So be it. So be it.
And your graves will be paving the Mars.

While I am here, wretched outcast,
Left all alone, but I’m myself at last.
All of a sudden, in impulsive blast,
I’m opening the windows swiftly, fast,
To welcome colorful, inevitable death.
Wait… I still live, and with my every breath,

I cast off layers of my old bleak skins,
Transforming into something yet unseen.
*****
I’m spreading my black wings, and in myriads of deadly flaming sparks,
I fly over the forests bathed in the distant light of the moon and stars,
Marveling at the reflections of fires and light on the dark, silky water surface.



© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist
You can contact me via leomoria93@outlook.com 

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Music

The clearest and fearless reflection of infinity,
There is no time, nor space within, nor remnants of proximity
Only unending light and joy mingled with sadness,
Enchanting rhythm of the unbounded vastness...

As if my heart leapt from the sky abruptly and exaltedly
Flew far away inspired, bright, than stopping, falling haltingly.
Bewildering and shocking passers-by
My shadow dances in the mirrors of their eyes.

As always laughing, chanting - then... it dies!
An instant and eternal burst of happiness!
Awe-stricken I am looking at the sky
My eyes are questioning the open heavens' emptiness.

While I am reaching out to your sacredness
Begging to cleanse me from the everyday profanity...
In a quick instant of my usual day insanity.
Though I have tried the mead of poetry one day
(Of doubtful quality anyway)

I've never drunk the finest wines of music - so you say.
My words are craving for you, melody, please stay, 
But do you ever really need me?

© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist

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Resurrection

Bloganuary writing prompt
Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.
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Rising from dead, starting again
This is the meaning of my first name.
Never give up, when it’s in vane,
Rise like the Phoenix, blaze like a flame.


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Ravens

I was wandering the wood of Wisdom 
I was nearing the tree of Wisdom 
Led by the Hanged man in my silent dreams. 
I was summoning both heart and reason 
But I was lost in the dancing mists of 
This dark forest and these nine shining realms. 
I was asking for the guiding wisdom 
In the darkness of crying season 
In the shower of the falling leaves. 
Look, the black cloak in the pitch of darkness, 
Ravens chanting the songs of madness, 
He approached me or so it seemed.
One eye shines and cold moon listen 
Gasps of wind whirling, tossing... Whisper 
That invites me to learn all secrets: 
Magic, runes, ways of life and death.

© MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn’t Exist
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