2025 Predictions
The year opens with silence that trembles,
fire follows water, and water refuses to rest.
Crowds gather in places once thought safe,
their voices are heavy with questions.
The old rulers fall, while new ones stumble,
a crown is lifted, but the head is unsteady.
Shadows in markets stretch too far,
coins lose their shine in many hands.
Storms rise not only in the sky,
but in the hearts of those who wait too long.
A stranger is welcomed,
who carries both gift and burden,
his words unsettle, yet no one dares turn away.
From the east a bright light cracks the night,
it is neither star nor flame, yet all gaze upward.
Some call it omen, some call it hope,
the earth listens, but does not answer.
In the west a quiet sea grows restless,
ships wander without anchor.
The shore receives them with sorrow,
but children still laugh among the wreckage.
The year will not end in silence,
but in a roar that softens to prayer.
The broken will cling to each other,
and in the ashes a green shoot will rise.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
There will always be a bright side to all or many situations. All we can do is pray that things work out. Good job.
I like the last line (well, the whole poem) reminds me of the Al Stewart song 👍