Poems – Luke Lindsley

Poems

The Weight of Our Pride

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We wear pride like a shield,

Blocking the arrows of harsh reality,

To face our fears, and strive to thrive,

To lift us up beyond the pits of cruelty.

But the weight of our pride, do we really need that?

If we let it go, what would we see?

As we fall to the ground, hell or humility?

Would it destroy us or set us free?

I see flickers of light, a bonfire of dreams,

A chance to start anew, an ego rebirth,

Embrace the fear, strength in vulnerability,

Let pride go down with reality.

For when we shed our pride,

We open our lives to love and empathy.

And in this space, we find our true worth,

As we dance to the rhythm of Mother Earth.

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The Ideals of Regretful Creatures

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Humans who grow old become regretful creatures,

Haunted by past mistakes, our own personal leeches,

We dwell on what could have been, and what we should have done,

Our minds racing, constantly on the run.

We replay past conversations, and wonder what we could change,

We reflect on missed opportunities, and wish we could rearrange,

Our hearts heavy with what we could have achieved,

Our spirits dampened by what we never received.

But let us not forget, that regrets can be a gift,

A lesson learned, a paradigm shift,

For though we stumble, and sometimes we fall,

It’s through our mistakes, that we learn to stand tall.

So embrace your regrets, and let them be your guide,

For through your missteps, you’ll find the strength to stride,

And though we may be regretful creatures, we can still soar,

To new heights and ideals, like never before.

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Velleity of the Human Heart

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The human will is a curious thing,

A force that can make our hearts sing,

But oftentimes it lies dormant still,

A velleity that lacks the will.

We dream of great deeds and lofty goals,

Of scaling mountains and reaching new horizons,

But when the time comes to take a stand,

We falter, and our will left scattered.

We procrastinate, we hesitate,

We find excuses, we obfuscate,

Our velleity is strong, but our will is weak,

And so our dreams remain unfulfilled.

But hope remains, for though we fall,

Our will can rise again, and stand tall,

We can dust ourselves off and try once more,

And conquer the pain that held us before.

For in the end, it’s not just what we think,

Or the plans we make and the goals we link,

It’s the actions we take that make us real,

And turn our velleity into will.