A poem reflecting my personal journey as a writer. Chasing inspiration, wrestling with doubt, and ultimately believing in the power of art to reveal deep truths. I hope these verses speak to anyone who’s ever loved words and the beauty they unlock.
Like arrows swiftly launched on bleeding wings,
space and time flew to shape our foretold fates.
Parnassus glorified supernatural beings,
birthing grand songs too vast to narrate.
From Pierian springs, I drank like deer that pants,
hoping the Muses touch and Apollo grants,
that I might drive his chariot of fire,
and sing legends with bold, poetic lyre.
II.
With rhymes aflame, I chased the godly heights
like Icarus, and dared the sunlit span;
but sung too high, and flame consumed the flights:
rebuked, I fell, a humbled mortal man.
Yet oaths unbroken drew me back once more,
to shape new songs upon death’s shadowed shore.
Like specters hearing God’s faint whispered breath,
I raced toward hope—and sang myself from death.
III.
Then came my Rose, a muse with goddess hand,
whose wisdom opened realms unknown before;
Athena-like, she begged my soul expand,
and led me through imagination’s door.
With her, I reached a place where words fell short,
where blooming visions pierced the soul’s report.
Through her bright eyes, I found new worlds to write,
and traced the lines of undiscovered light.
IV.
At times, dark melancholy gripped my soul,
and brooding moods eclipsed my poet’s spark;
yet spirit triumphed, rising so ever whole,
drawn upward by the word’s resplendent mark.
O, joys of rhyme, the pulse of written art,
do lift the weary and set the broken heart!
Like soaring angels winging through the blue,
poetry healed, and saved, making life as new.
V.
If beauty sowed truth, then poetry reaped truth.
For truth, in turn, was beauty shaped in song.
These verses, born of joy and pain and youth,
called from the soul where dreams and hopes may throng,
so with each line our heart’s true pulse was caught,
and through each word, the soul’s deep lessons taught.
If our hearts judged, then eyes of fire will see:
poetry speaks truth and truth, poetry!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2025-05-04 at 18:26
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Poetry Speaks Truth and Truth, Poetry
I.Like arrows swiftly launched on bleeding wings,
space and time flew to shape our foretold fates.
Parnassus glorified supernatural beings,
birthing grand songs too vast to narrate.
From Pierian springs, I drank like deer that pants,
hoping the Muses touch and Apollo grants,
that I might drive his chariot of fire,
and sing legends with bold, poetic lyre.
II.
With rhymes aflame, I chased the godly heights
like Icarus, and dared the sunlit span;
but sung too high, and flame consumed the flights:
rebuked, I fell, a humbled mortal man.
Yet oaths unbroken drew me back once more,
to shape new songs upon death’s shadowed shore.
Like specters hearing God’s faint whispered breath,
I raced toward hope—and sang myself from death.
III.
Then came my Rose, a muse with goddess hand,
whose wisdom opened realms unknown before;
Athena-like, she begged my soul expand,
and led me through imagination’s door.
With her, I reached a place where words fell short,
where blooming visions pierced the soul’s report.
Through her bright eyes, I found new worlds to write,
and traced the lines of undiscovered light.
IV.
At times, dark melancholy gripped my soul,
and brooding moods eclipsed my poet’s spark;
yet spirit triumphed, rising so ever whole,
drawn upward by the word’s resplendent mark.
O, joys of rhyme, the pulse of written art,
do lift the weary and set the broken heart!
Like soaring angels winging through the blue,
poetry healed, and saved, making life as new.
V.
If beauty sowed truth, then poetry reaped truth.
For truth, in turn, was beauty shaped in song.
These verses, born of joy and pain and youth,
called from the soul where dreams and hopes may throng,
so with each line our heart’s true pulse was caught,
and through each word, the soul’s deep lessons taught.
If our hearts judged, then eyes of fire will see:
poetry speaks truth and truth, poetry!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
Read 31 times
Written on 2025-05-04 at 18:26
Tags Truth Poetry Rose
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