Moldavite a powerful friend
You can feel thing tingle in your hand, if you hold it
Moldavite A powerful Stone
Born of fire, cast from stars,
a relic of impact, ancient and wild.
From cosmic chaos, green embers fell,
etched with secrets, pulsing with power.
It hums beneath the skin,
whispering fate through fractured stone.
A bridge between worlds, a restless guide,
calling the lost, stirring the bold.
Hands that touch it burn and wake,
dreams unravel, strong hearts break.
Time distorts in shifting light,
a curse, a gift, both wrong and right.
Mystical moldavite, fierce and bright,
a spark of the unknown, veiled in night.
Dare you hold what cannot be tamed,
or be consumed with in it’s flame 🔥
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 (4)
Your poem makes me ache to hold moldavite myself—to feel that wild, cosmic energy hum through me.
This poem is for Super heroes. Good job.
Amazing
Though we may share differing views about things, I enjoyed learning a bit more about Moldavite - had never heard of it before. And your poem has an elegance to it. Well done, Marie!