JD49: Who will, will You?

Who will still believe when situations told them otherwise?
Who will still hang on when someone was told that every attempt they made were unwise?
Who will still try when there is nothing but sets of repeated advice?
Who will still listen when words turn the listener into three blind mice?

Who will still have hope(s) after episodes of cries?
Who will still have love after dark lies?
Who will still have faith after countless of fruitless tries?
Who will still have courage after paying an unseen price?

Who will?
Who will?

Will you prove what you believe when situations told you otherwise?
Will you still hang on after you were told that the choices you made were unwise?
WIll you still carry on and try when you have nothing else but sets of repeated advice?
Will you still listen after learning you were meant to be put under cutting knives?

Will you see hopes after your eyes hurt from episodes of cries?
Will you still have the ability to love and be loved after detecting all lies?
Will you still have faith after countless of fruitless tries?
Will you still have courage after paying the unseen price?

Who will?
Will you?
©Destiny92712

PS: This is another piece of reverse poetry so do remember to read it from the back too.

JD48: Morning Songs; Chirping

First note hits,
Before and after dawn breaks.
Some notes went unnoticed,
But it never stops them from making new melodies.

Each of them knew precisely the second they needed to be on scenes,
Taking turns to make their stories known.

Sing along with them or perhaps do a little dance,
We have to keep going in the rain or under the Sun.
Let our words become an inspiration as those beautiful morning songs,
Begin each day with a song that makes your smile to shine the entire day!
©Destiny92712

JD47: The Journeys In Our Destiny

Uneven pieces shaped all ways, 
Some parts were meant to be parted during fray. 
Step by steps, each heart seeks and prays, 
Unfazed in a two-way traffic on a one-way tack from day to day. 

Pixels signalling as signs, 
Accidents happen even if one decided not to try. 
Moments repeated themselves to various kinds, 
Brewing memories into wines. 

Check our backpack before each drive, 
Blueprints are only correct during printing time. 
Trust not only those that appeared to be fine but those who are connected to that line, 
A line spelt by lights that formatted through Faith, along with time. 
©Destiny92712 

JD46: Love

With different measurements,
In various interpretations.
Some search while others seek,
No one quite knew precisely the method to it.

Never a noun but a verb,
Never a moment but eternal.
One thing for sure is that it can be recognised,
Regardless of how one denies or hides.

I no longer search or seek,
I choose to create or make.
Neither failures nor successes associate with it,
It is always what’s left within that defines.

Many said that time changes them thus causing them to fall out of love,
Most claimed that it is an open feeling.
Yet the truth was,
If time can cause one to change,
If anything or everything will have them change,
then,
It was never truly Love in the beginning.
It was merely a feeling that is near to Love itself.

Love,
It is unmovable,
It is obvious,
It never changes but grows.
Growing brings changes, but it will never change the original shape of Love itself,
Love,
It is perhaps best defined as how to flow in verb form,
We are as water, and how we flow in life is exactly how we Love.

Love is never a What but a How,
Search not for Love,
Remember, you can seek,
Yet the best is that you create or make it.
©Destiny92712


JD45: Moving Bed

Each pull or push, 
Beads of sweat flow with it. 
Most things are more cumbersome than before, 
In the eyes of my injured left wrist. 

Each attempt made, 
Conflicting emotions replayed stories. 
Struggling to keep head above different lakes, 
Dried leaves and branches are those unsaid sorries. 

Changes in the bedroom after two years, 
No farewell party was thrown to bid final goodbyes. 
Aching heart no longer bleeds with fears, 
Time released all that’s meant to fly. 

Tonight shall be new, 
Keeping only what the aching heart needs. 
Songs to dance along are now barely a few, 
Words are now carefully picked, 
On a new route in which both space and silence seem to have its own speech.  
©Destiny92712

JD44: Up Close (The Moon)

One and Only for Earth,
High or low tides 
It called to birth. 
A clock for those who 
Hunt at night, 
A spell for many to 
Rest after endless fights. 

It is up close tonight, 
Closer than any other nights.
Dressed in clear white,
I wondered to which ball
She is attending tonight. 

Peace drawn to this sight,
As we made our way 
For our dinner tonight.
©Destiny92712

Photo taken without bringing the moon closer.

JD43: My Dream(s)

Waking up to a cozy morning 
It sure set my mood going 
I had my bath before coffee 
I wanted to enjoy the chill wind 

Those voices are still ringing 
However, I find them to be
Less disturbing 
To practice discerning through them 
I began to sense  
Those buried feelings still exist

I am still trying hard to believe 
To keep my heart beating 
I just hope I am not failing
Dear Hope, please do not leave 
You know I simply want to 
Keep believing 
©Destiny92712

PS: This is a reverse poem so remember to read it backwards too.