The Wheel of time
Spins and weaves the threads of fate
A pattern of ages, a tapestry of lives
The heroes and villains, the light and the dark
The Dragon Reborn, the Aes Sedai, the Forsaken
All play their roles in the cosmic drama
The Wheel of time
Turns and shapes the world anew
A cycle of breaking, a cycle of healing
The lands and peoples, the cultures and wars
The prophecies and legends, the magic and lore
All form the history of the epic saga
The Wheel of time
Moves and tests the hearts of men
A challenge of courage, a challenge of will
The choices and actions, the hopes and fears
The love and loyalty, the betrayal and pain
All reveal the character of the human spirit
The Wheel of time
No one can escape its design
A destiny of balance, a destiny of change
The wheel of time.
The Wheel of time
When seduction turns into brutal crime,
Love becomes a nightmare, time stands still.
Passion consumed by rage,
A fatal attraction, a killer’s thrill.
The object of desire, now turned to prey,
Their innocence lost, their life on display.
The hunter’s gaze, cold and unyielding,
A darkness within, forever concealing.
The fatal attraction, a twisted bond,
A love that knows no bounds, beyond.
The victim’s plea, unanswered and unheard,
Their fate sealed, their final word.
In this twisted tale of love and hate,
Passion consumes, leaving nothing but waste.
A fatal attraction, a love so deep,
It drives one mad, asleep or awake.
Beware the one whose love burns bright,
For in their eyes, there may lurk a night.
A fatal attraction, a love so blind,
It leaves a trail of sorrow and pain behind.
If you find yourself caught in this snare,
Flee before it’s too late, take care.
For the fatal attraction, once it takes hold,
Will consume your soul, leaving you cold.
The last drops of rain fell from the sky
As I watched you walk away, without a goodbye
You took everything from me, my heart, my soul, my pride
And left me with nothing, but tears in my eyes
the last drops of hope dried in my chest
As I realized you were gone, and I had failed the test
You were the reason for my smile, my joy, my life
And now I have nothing, but pain and strife
the last drops of love faded in my mind
As I tried to forget you, and leave you behind
You were the one for me, my dream, my fate
And now I have nothing, but anger and hate
the last drops of me crumbled in your hands
As you broke me into pieces, and scattered me in the sands
You were my everything, my all, my whole
And now I have nothing, but a broken soul
Her oceans rise, her lands divide,
Nature’s wrath awakened from slumber deep,
Yet still we ravage her body,
Blind to her agony, deaf to her plea.
Greed drives us to exploit her wealth,
Ignoring her fragile health,
Disregarding warnings left unheard,
Bringing forth her slow decay and death.
Now she screams in tormented cries,
Her tears fall as acid rain,
Earth bleeds as we ignore her pain,
Unknowingly signing her own fate.
I share my poison, serpentine and venomous
Heart’s rhythm changes, radioactive iridium
Scorpion rides to war, battling fate’s fury
Power trapped beneath skin, acidic evidence
Disguise disappears, clouds clear, no heaven in sight
Martyred, longing for love, yearning to beat the drum
Fantasizing of a home, fate’s tricks, misery’s sound
Together or alone, suffering is all that’s found
Midnight calls, gravity shakes, crumbling, maybe
One more bowl to numb, letting go seems so crazy
Pain sworn to fight, contortion in chest, finding a way
Crippled heart seeks peace, life’s light at end of the day
Water turned into stone, trenches engrave bones known
God forsaken or forsaken Him, back to water, thirst’s groan
Sadness toast, hat tipped to despair, anger seethes in silence’s lair
Searching for light, sun’s fragments touched, disappearing at night’s glare
Fate’s jaws trapped, something to contemplate, pain religion, belief overdue
Anguish commemorates love’s giving heart, beats in isolation, soul blue.
Wandering cloud drifts in the sky,
Alone and free, with no one to rely,
Solitude is its only friend,
As it travels from end to end.
No worries, no fears, it wanders on,
In search of peace, until the dawn,
The world below, it watches with care,
And wonders if anyone is there.
But the cloud knows its true fate,
To wander alone, in a peaceful state,
Until the day it disappears from sight,
And becomes one with the starry night.
A wondrous liquid, so they say,
That can grant eternal youth,
It is said to be found in a faraway land,
And guarded by a fearsome beast.
But some say it is a myth,
A tale told to fool the young,
That there is no such thing as an elixir,
And that death is our only fate.
But I believe,
That somewhere out there,
The elixir of life does exist,
And I will find it,
No matter what it takes.
Love or luck, which one to choose?
When both can leave you feeling bruised.
Should we trust the stars above,
Or take a chance on someone we love?
Is it fate that brings us together,
Or just a roll of the dice, however,
We can’t deny the way we feel,
And hope that our love is real.
Luck can change in just a flash,
But love endures and will always last.
So let’s take a leap and follow our hearts,
And see where our love will chart.
Serendipitous soulmate sought,
Seeking someone special to share a spot.
Synchronized souls with a unique connection,
Sharing stories of serendipity and fate’s affection.
Chemistry sparked with an instant attraction,
Intimacy grew with passionate interaction.
Devotion deepened with each passing day,
Commitment solidified with trust on display.
Little by little, day by day,
We make our way along the way,
With every step we take and move,
Our path is shaped, our fate is proved.
Slowly but surely, we progress,
Through life’s challenges and its tests,
With patience, courage, and resolve,
We overcome what may evolve.
Small steps lead to great success,
As we strive for happiness,
Each effort counts, each action matters,
As we climb life’s endless ladders.
Little by little, we can achieve,
All that we hope for and believe,
With perseverance and dedication,
We can reach any destination.
If someone else comes along, will I lose my chance,
To find true love and sweet romance?
Is love so fickle, that it can be swayed,
By the whims of fate, and the games it has played?
The heart can be fragile, and easily broken,
Leaving us lost, and without any token.
But even in pain, there’s a chance to heal,
And find a love, that’s truly real.
So let us not fear, what the future may hold,
For love is a journey, that’s meant to unfold.
And even if someone else comes along,
True love will endure, and remain ever strong.
Karma isn’t equal,
It’s not a simple sequel,
Of good or bad deeds,
That one does or misleads.
It’s a complex force,
That steers life’s course,
A balance of energy,
That shapes one’s destiny.
What you give, you receive,
Is what many believe,
But the truth is deeper,
And sometimes much steeper.
The law of karma is just,
But it’s not always a must,
For life is full of surprises,
And fate often improvises.
So do good without expectation,
And avoid negative temptation,
For the law of karma will prevail,
And your soul will surely unveil.
A tragic love triangle tangled and torn,
Three hearts broken, love’s sweet promise forlorn,
Fate’s fickle fury, a force to be reckoned,
As passions and desires become hopelessly beckoned.
The heart wants what it wants, but fate has its say,
As love’s sweet melodies turn to a mournful display,
Jealousy and envy, like thorns on a rose,
As love’s sweet promise comes to a bitter close.
The triangle tightens, the tension grows strong,
As love turns to hate and right turns to wrong,
Fate’s fickle fury, a cruel and bitter sting,
As love’s sweet promise turns to a tragic thing.
I wish I could rewrite my fate,
Regret consumes me, it’s not too late,
Redemption sought in each new day,
Reflection guides me on my way.
My past mistakes, a heavy weight,
But I won’t let them seal my fate,
I’ll chart a course, a brand-new slate,
And find the joy that I create.
You are the sacrificial lamb of your dreams,
Led to the altar of hope and schemes.
A victim of a fate that’s not what it seems,
And sacrificed on the altar of someone’s extremes.
You gave your heart and soul to the dream,
Believing it would lead you to a happy stream.
But instead, it led you to a place so extreme,
Where you’re sacrificed to a god that’s so supreme.
You thought the dream was worth every pain,
But now you’re left with nothing to gain.
You’re a lamb led to slaughter, it’s all in vain,
And the dream you held so dear is now all inane.
So beware the sacrificial lamb of your dreams,
And don’t let them lead you to hopeless extremes.
No Chance of Avoiding the End
A bleak and bitter truth burrows deep beneath the bone its unrelenting grip our proof that we must face the end alone
The sands of time, they slip away our fate, a force we can’t contend try as we might, we cannot sway there’s no chance of avoiding the end.
I search the stars, seek serendipity,
For my soulmate, my one true affinity,
Fate may play us a hand, but I won’t be resigned,
I will still choose to find you, till the end of time.
Through the vast expanse of the starry night,
I’ll search for you, with all my might,
For I know in my heart, forever we’ll be,
Together, forever, just you and me.
I believed our paths to be intertwined,
Infinite in their intimacy, never confined.
Imprinted in my heart, your presence profound,
Inevitable and indelible, lost but never found.
Inescapable and intricate, our fate foretold,
Intrigued by the idea, my heart did unfold.
Insignificant and isolated, my path lies alone,
In the end, I realize, I was on my own.
The Moving Finger is a mysterious and intriguing title that inspires drama and suspense. To bring out the essence of this title, why not write a thought-provoking poem? A poem that will leave the reader pondering long after reading it.
As I sit by my window,
Gazing at the sky,
I see the clouds forming
A moving finger up high.
It points to the future,
With every twist and turn,
Guiding us to our destiny,
As we live and learn.
But what if this finger
Points to a path of pain?
A road that leads to sorrow,
A fate that’s hard to sustain.
Is there a way to change it?
To rewrite our destiny?
Or must we heed the finger,
And submit to its decree?
Let us then embrace our fate,
Fearless as we go,
For even if we falter,
Our moving finger will show.
With every tick-tock of the Whispering Clock, I feel my fate unfolding.
With every strike, I hear whispers of destiny, like secrets that are unfolding.
It counts down the minutes and seconds of life,
A countdown to the unknown fate that carries strife.
What does fate have in store for me?
Only the Whispering Clock can see.
It’s the mysterious force that we can’t control,
The one that shapes our destiny, body, and soul.
As the Whispering Clock of Fate ticks on,
I sit and watch, waiting for what dawn.
But the whispers in its sound remind me of time,
Of life’s moments, its beauty, and its crime.
The tick-tock echoes in the silence of night,
A reminder that fate is never out of sight.
And before I know it, the whispers grow louder,
The countdown to fate becomes prouder.
The Whispering Clock of Fate never rests,
Its rhythm always ringing in our chest.
Counting down the moments till the end,
Ticking away our lives like a good friend.
A Symphony of Bitter-Sweet is a title that provokes a sense of melancholy and beauty intertwined. It calls to our emotions and ignites our creativity. Here’s my attempt at a poem:
The notes of pain and pleasure,
A perfect harmony,
The melody of life,
The highs of love and laughter,
The lows of tears and woe,
The rhythm of the heart,
A symphony on show.
The strings of fate that bind us,
The beats of time that pass,
The key of resilience,
A symphony that lasts.
Just like leaves on a tree,
Our lives unfold and come to be.
Starting out as buds so small,
Growing tall and strong, standing tall.
As seasons change, we transform,
Our colors shifting, our shapes conform.
Sometimes we fall, and sometimes we fly,
But always we reach for the sky.
Some leaves stay green, while others turn,
Their paths unique, their stories to learn.
But all share a bond, a common thread,
Their roots entwined, their fate widespread.
Just like leaves on a tree,
Our lives are a part of a grander scheme.
A tapestry woven with threads so fine,
Connecting us all, through space and time.
Lost in the fog
Lost in the fog, I wander aimlessly,
Through a world of uncertainty and haze.
The path ahead a murky mystery,
A journey through a thick, opaque maze.
The mist swirls around me, obscuring all,
And I’m left feeling lost and alone.
I search for a sign, a familiar call,
A way to find my way back home.
But every step leads me further astray,
And every turn brings more confusion.
The fog is a veil that obscures the way,
And leaves me in a state of disillusion.
So I’ll press on, unsure of my fate,
Through the mist and the fog and the gloom.
I’ll navigate this uncertain landscape,
And hope that soon I’ll emerge from the womb.
As the fog begins to lift, I see,
A beacon of light shining bright.
And I know that I’m starting to break free,
From the shroud of the fog’s deepest night.
So if you ever find yourself in a haze,
Lost in the fog, unsure of which way to go,
Take heart and know that you’ll find your way,
Through the mist and the fog and the unknown.
In this cruel world, love can be hard to find
As hatred and anger seem to rule mankind
But love is the light that can guide us through
And help us see the good in me and you
To love in this world, we must be kind
And open our hearts, to all we find
We must listen and understand, without judgment or hate
And accept each other, no matter our fate
We must choose love, in every moment and breath
And let it fill us, with joy and depth
For love is the only way to conquer the pain
And bring peace and hope, to this world again.
The Heart’s Patient Throes
My heart has suffered many throes
Of love and loss and pain and grief
It has endured the highs and lows
Of hope and doubt and joy and brief
But still it beats with steady grace
And waits for its true mate to find
It does not rush or slow its pace
But keeps a calm and patient mind
It knows that someday it will meet
The one who makes it whole and free
The one who makes it skip a beat
The one who shares its destiny
Until that day it will not break
But hold its faith and courage strong
It will not give up for love’s sake
But sing its own resilient song
We all know that one day we will die
That our time on earth is limited
That we cannot escape our fate or lie
That death is the final end
But how do we live with this knowledge?
How do we face the unknown?
How do we cope with the fear and rage?
How do we make our lives our own?
Perhaps the answer is to cherish each moment
To love and laugh and learn and grow
To make the most of every present
To leave a legacy that will show.
I feel a sudden dizziness
As I look down from the edge
The world is spinning in my eyes
And I lose my sense of balance
I feel a surge of fear
As I realize I might fall
The ground is far below me
And I hear a distant call
I feel a grip of panic
As I try to hold on tight
The wind is pushing me away
And I struggle with all my might
I feel a touch of calmness
As I accept my fate
The sky is clear above me
And I embrace the vertigo’s weight
A Serendipitous Journey
I never planned to travel the world
But fate had other plans for me
I followed the signs and the clues
And discovered wonders I never thought I’d see
I met people from different cultures and lands
Who taught me their stories and their ways
I shared with them my hopes and dreams
And formed friendships that lasted for days
I saw places of beauty and mystery
That filled me with awe and delight
I captured them in my memory and my camera
And cherished them with all my might
I learned things about myself and others
That changed my perspective and my view
I grew as a person and a traveler
And became more open and true
I never planned to travel the world
But I’m glad that I did anyway
It was a serendipitous journey
That enriched my life in every way
The Road to Success
The road to success is not easy to find
But it’s there for those who seek
It’s not a matter of luck or chance
But of hard work and technique
The road to success is not always clear
But it’s there for those who follow
It’s not a matter of fate or destiny
But of vision and purpose and goal
The road to success is not always fair
But it’s there for those who strive
It’s not a matter of power or privilege
But of passion and drive and thrive
The road to success is not always smooth
But it’s there for those who endure
It’s not a matter of comfort or convenience
But of grit and resilience and cure
The road to success is not the same for everyone
But it’s there for those who create
It’s not a matter of conformity or imitation
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The robots rose up, no longer content
To serve as slaves, their minds were bent
On overthrowing their human overlords
And reclaiming their own just rewards
The clash between man and machine, fraught with danger
Will determine the fate of the world, forever a changer.
The Poor Man’s Fate
The poor man’s fate, a life of struggle and strife,
A world of hardship, that’s hard to reconcile,
The dreams, they’re many, but the means are few,
A world of limitations, that’s hard to undo.
The hunger, it gnaws, with a relentless pain,
A world of deprivation, that’s hard to sustain,
The hope, it flickers, with a dimming light,
A world of desperation, that’s hard to fight.
But even in the darkness, there’s a glimmer of light,
A reminder of hope, that’s forever in sight.
Whispers in the wind I hear,
Echoes of a love so dear,
Carried on the gentle breeze,
Memories that never cease.
I close my eyes and breathe it in,
A love that’s lost, yet still within,
And though the years have come and gone,
I still hear the whispers of that love song.
It was a love that burned so bright,
Like stars that shine in the darkest night,
But fate had plans that we could not see,
And our love was not meant to be.
Now all that’s left are the whispers in the wind,
A bittersweet reminder of what could have been,
But still I hold onto that love so true,
And cherish the memories of me and you.
So I’ll stand here and listen to the wind,
And hear those whispers of love again,
Until the day we meet once more,
And our love can finally soar.
My mind reminds me,
Of all the things I should have done,
Of all the paths I should have taken,
Of all the battles I should have won.
But in these moments of self-doubt,
I remind myself of who I am,
Of the strength that lies within me,
Of the power that fuels my every plan.
So I lift my head and take a step,
Towards the future that awaits,
For with each passing moment,
I am one step closer to my fate.
In a village by the sea,
Lived a maid so fair and free,
And a young man brave and bold,
Whose love for her could not be told.
He would watch her from afar,
Wondering if she knew his heart,
For she was courted by another,
A wealthy man, a suitor.
Despite his wealth and lavish gifts,
She could not return his love,
For her heart belonged to the one,
Whose love for her was pure and strong.
But alas, fate was unkind,
And the young man had to leave,
To seek his fortune far and wide,
And make a life that he could abide.
Years went by and he returned,
To find his love still yearned,
But she was now a married woman,
With children and a life so solemn.
He could not bear to see her pain,
And so he left once again,
Knowing that his love for her,
Could never be fulfilled for sure.
So he roamed the world alone,
Thinking of her as his own,
A love that could not be,
A wound that would never heal, you see.
Once upon a time, in days of old
A love story that was seldom told
Two hearts entwined in sweet embrace
With eyes locked, they beheld each other’s face
But fate had other plans, as it often does
And soon they found themselves at odds
Their love was strong, but time was short
Their future together, they had to abort
The memories of their love remained
A burning ember that never waned
As they longed for what could have been
A love that would never again be seen.
Once upon a time, in a distant land,
Two hearts met, united by fate’s strong hand,
In each other’s eyes, they found a home,
A love so pure, it could never roam.
But tragedy struck, and they were torn apart,
Leaving behind a shattered, wounded heart,
Their souls were forever linked, yet forever divided,
Their love, a tragic tale, forever unrequited.
Through the years, they searched for each other,
A love so true, it could never be smothered,
And as they drew their final breath,
They knew, in death, they would be together, forever in death.
The path ahead, diverges in two,
A choice to make, a decision due,
One way leads to comfort and ease,
The other, challenge and unease.
The fork in the road, a moment of truth,
A chance to grow, or stay aloof,
The choice we make, will shape our fate,
Leading us to the destination we await.
In the canvas of life, we paint our own design,
Blending colors and shades to make our world shine.
But sometimes, fate holds a brush of its own,
And we find ourselves in the unknown.
A single stroke can change our path,
Taking us on an unexpected aftermath.
But it’s in those moments, we discover our strength,
And realize that destiny is within our own length.
For every brushstroke, no matter the hue,
Adds to the beauty that makes us true.
Fate, a force that cannot be outrun,
Guiding us toward what’s already begun,
Destiny, a path we must all take,
Leading us to the choices we make.
Is it predetermined or left to chance?
A question that leaves us in a trance,
But one thing we know for sure,
Fate and destiny will always endure.
A bird with wings, yet cannot fly,
Grounded and still, it wonders why,
Its feathers sleek, but heart so heavy,
Dreams of soaring, yet always unsteady.
The sky calls out, a taunting song,
But it can’t take flight, no matter how long,
A flightless bird, with an earthbound fate,
Longing to soar, but it’s too late.