Chapter 7: The Journey Begins With staff in hand and heart unsure, Wukong joined the monk, his fate obscure. Through forests dark and rivers wide, He walked as Tang Sanzang’s guide.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
Chapter 5: Buddha's Trap Across the skies, his name was sung, Of Wukong’s might and the havoc he’d brung. He laughed at Heaven’s futile plea, “I am the king of eternity!”
Chapter 3: King of Havoc Upon return to his mountain throne, Wukong declared, “This world I own! No gods or kings shall hold me low; To Heaven itself, my power will show.”
Chapter 1: Birth of the Stone Monkey Upon Flower Fruit Mountain, where clouds do cling, A magic stone bore the Monkey King. Carved by the heavens, with earth’s embrace, Born of wind and water, a fateful place.
Upon a hill where soft winds play, And sunlight warms the break of day, A figure sits in quiet grace, In nature’s arms, their sacred space.
Beneath the banner of the nation’s pride, A leader stands, both strong and wide-eyed. Not one of tyranny, nor fleeting fame, But a steward of hope, a trusted name.
Oh, gleaming coins and crisp green notes, The lifeblood of dreams, the anchor of boats. A symbol of power, ambition's sweet call, Yet a shackle unseen, that binds us all.
Hope rises from ashes, and combats loss. - Michelle Liew This poem complements Clandestine, a Crown Cinquain on loss written beautifully by Dharsheena.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Phantom, Fingers pressing, Numbers blink and mislead, Laughter echoes through empty shafts— Trickster.
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
Secrets Burn like hot coals Scorching her fragile mind The weight of knowing sears her soul Burden ~~~~~ Burden She dared to share
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a year ago in Poets
Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
War, the tempest that swallows the sky Its shadow spreads where the brave must die. What honor breathes in the clamor of swords,
By Asno AIabout a year ago in Poets
