Original Poems by Iliana

By Iliana F.

April 22, 2022

A Note from the Author

These poems are selected from my notebook of originals. They are each still a work in progress as much of my work is an exploration. Exploring the strength of the pen and the creativity of words, I strive to portray deep insights on paper in a way that can be interpreted differently for each person. In a sense, reading the following poems should be a unique experience for each reader. My hope is to provide new perspectives that readers can find on their own. Please enjoy and I hope your journey brings inspiration and upliftment to your day.

Lost in the dark

I do not know how many years old

I am, but I do know that because of

You I will become. That one who

Hurts, that never heals. Trying,

But never able to understand

The arrows.

                     Forever trying 

To be free in the endless night

Where words from others pierce

Harder than the carved stone tips.

But I trudge on, aching but trying

To be strong. 

                      While enduring 

Open wounds from days gone by

Never healed with sweet words.

The day is nigh when none of

This will matter. 

                           The dark day will 

End with sweet peace and warmth

Of the night, a blanket to cover,

Never permanent.

                             An escape from

The reality of life. But nice dreams

Can be shattered.

                            The shards forever

Lost in the dark. 

Do You See the World?

Do you ever walk through the motions in a daze

And when you’re through, you look about amaz’d

For no emotions had been attached, no thoughts

Worthy of note. Was it all for naught,

Sleeping while awake in this life of dreams,

Hateful fantasies and hopes deem’d

Unattainable. And yet we go on,

Bearing, we know not why, bygones

‘This strange we do not hesitate

In our steps, even if we separate

From that truth, that knowing of the unknown.

As of late, we have grown

Forgetful. Hour by hour, the days pass

Without a remembrance, as if through a glass

We see the world.

Indecisive

Voices in my head

Each of their own volition

Bending the reality of my world

Warping the creations of my imagination 

With feelings of desire and fear

To stand here now

I am myself naked

Alone to choose, alone to please.

But with my friend in my mind

With offerings of guidance

And wreaths of glory shown

To be at my fingertips

It shows the simple truth:

The one does not need temptation

To be heeded in council

Subtle as it was grown

From the heart of our consciousness

Knowing it is strong it does not 

Need to try. It can be

In the oneness of my self

Head can rest.

Journey Beyond

You know. I will never learn.

The heartache always makes my eyes burn.

Despite all you’ve said, I’ll always have concern.

And when the day is over and lights go out, I will yearn

For that which I had but never so will earn.

But now I must let go and take the time to discern.

I say the goodbyes I never said, turn

And let you go; down the river shall your urn

Go to distant lands and so our talk now must adjourn.

You know. One day that journey so I too shall learn.

The Trail of Hope

All the things I ever said

To you are ringing in your ears

From east to west you tread

Above the ground, above the spears

From here to there you run along

Upon the path worn by souls

Forever stuck in the endless song

With hard stones as hot as coals

There is a light, though hidden deep

Within the entrails of the self

Where all the jewels thou dost keep

Glowing, displayed as on a shelf

But the way is not forever easy

Even with your head held up high

But is impossible without these he

Put into your head that July

Reflection

The depths of the ocean

As deep as the eyes

And the vastness beyond

The stars. Shining like

The sparkle of the eyes

Light the dark of the night

Shine brighter than

The moon. Glowing through

The opaque of the air

Through which we see

The world.