A gentle wind stirs the debris,
carrying the echo of laughter and lost dreams that shatter
reminding us that every broken barrier matter
harbors a doorway waiting to be discovered.
Ruins too Turn to Roots
Here, in the silence of decay,
faded murals of once rigid beliefs dissolve
into bursts of wild ivy and tender green.
The scars of stone, worn out smooth by time,
become the canvas of righteous crime
transforming pain into a gentle invitation
to step into forbidden freedom.
n this space between past and possibility,
the remnants of despair are transmuted
into the radiant promise of open doors
Oh crumbling walls and open doors
the quiet ruins of a former fortress,
each brick gossips memories of confinement
and now they tumble into the soft earth
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (2)
Oh wow, I love how you write this poem 🥰 you're so creative! I love your poem especially these lines: "each brick gossips memories of confinement and now they tumble into the soft earth" Thanks for sharing!
Excellent. While I don't get to visit ruins, I often look at their pictures and allow my imagination to run wild with stories of the lives and happenings of long ago.