Tatiana Bazhan
The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets

If only I could

If only I could catch the fading light,

And hold it fast within my trembling hand,

To banish shadows of the coming night,

And paint the world with gold across the land.

If only I could mend a broken heart,

And weave the scattered pieces into whole,

To play a healing, empathetic part,

And ease the burden pressing on the soul.

If only I could silence doubt and fear,

That whisper softly, poisoning the mind,

And let the voice of courage ring so clear,

A stronger, bolder truth for me to find.

But dreams are fragile, and the world is cold,

And “if only” stories must remain untold.

A heartless measure

The city whispers laws of stone and steel,

That doom the strays, the lost, the hungry-eyed.

A heartless measure, callous hearts conceal,

As lives are forfeit, dignity denied.

Do we forget the loyalty they give,

The comfort offered in a lonely hour?

Are gentle waggings now no cause to live?

Is kindness lost to legislative power?

These creatures, born perhaps to luckless fate,

Deserve compassion, shelter, and a chance.

Not cruel indifference that seals their gate,

And ends their story in a vacant trance.

Let mercy guide us, break this wicked chain,

And offer hope, before they die in vain.

A guiding light

A guiding light, a spark within the soul,

A teacher stands, with wisdom in their eyes.

They plant the seeds of knowledge, make us whole,

And help our hidden talents to arise.

No rote memorization, dry and cold,

But passion breathed in every word they speak.

A tapestry of stories, new and old,

They weave, and for connections, always seek.

They challenge us to question, to explore,

Beyond the boundaries that we thought we knew.

They open doors we never saw before,

And paint a brighter, more inspiring view.

For such a teacher, we are truly blessed,

Their inspiration is a lifelong test.

Good morning, world!

The sun ascends, a kiss upon the dew,

And paints the eastern sky with hues of gold.

The world awakens, fresh and bright and new,

A story waiting, silently unfolds.

The birdsong rises, a melodious call,

Inviting slumber to release its hold.

Let shadows fade and gentle breezes fall,

As morning's promise, bravely, is unrolled.

So, greet the day with open heart and mind,

Let yesterday be buried in the past.

A fresh beginning, easily defined,

A chance to make a moment that will last.

Good morning, world! Let joy illuminate,

The path ahead, and seal your destined fate.

Silent sorrows

In realms of grey, where shadows softly creep,

A loveless place, devoid of warmth and light,

Where silent sorrows silently do weep,

And hope's bright flame is quenched in endless night.

The heart grows cold, a barren, frozen land,

No tender touch, no solace to be found,

An empty space, where spirits cannot stand,

And joy's sweet song is lost without a sound.

The chilling air whispers of discontent,

A lonely echo in the vacant halls,

Where love's fair promises are quickly rent,

And bitter tears like frozen raindrops fall.

Oh, loveless place, a desolate domain,

Where hearts adrift, forever feel the pain.

A pure heart

With eyes so bright, a spirit yet untamed,

A world of wonder held within your gaze,

A heart that beats, untarnished and unblamed,

You dance through life in sunlit, joyful haze.

Each step you take, a canvas yet unfilled,

Each word you speak, a melody so pure,

A garden where new dreams are gently tilled,

A future bright, eternally secure.

May laughter echo in your youthful years,

May kindness guide your path, both near and far,

Dispelling all your doubts and all your fears,

A shining light, a guiding, gentle star.

And as you grow, may joy still fill your days,

A child's pure heart, in countless, wondrous ways.

A fearless stride

No doubt remains, the echoes fade away,

A clarity descends, a tranquil light.

The paths diverge, where shadows used to play,

And truth emerges, banishing the night.

The restless heart, once burdened by its fear,

Now finds a solace in a steadfast grace.

The whispered doubts, I no longer hear,

Replaced by confidence, in time and space.

For, in this moment, firm and resolute,

I stand unyielding, on a solid ground.

The future beckons, a vibrant, hopeful loot,

Where certainty and triumph can be found.

So, let us venture, with a fearless stride,

Where “No Doubt” guides us, side by side.

Shall I?

Shall I compare you to summer's days?

Perhaps not, love, for summer fades too fast.

The sun may scorch, and blustery winds hold sway,

And beauty's lease but for a moment cast.

But in your eyes, a light that knows no end,

A constant warmth that winter cannot quell.

Your gentle heart, a loyal, steadfast friend,

A deeper beauty does within you dwell.

No fleeting joy, no quickly vanished grace,

But ever present, shining bright and true.

So, let the seasons run their changing race,

My love for you shall ever be anew.

For, you possess a beauty I adore,

That blossoms brighter than before.

Gentle grace

My blessing star, through shadows you appear,

A steady hand when I am lost and weak,

A voice of reason, calming every fear,

A silent comfort that I often seek.

In laughter shared, and tears that freely fall,

Our bond is forged, a treasure to behold.

You lift me up when I begin to stall,

A story whispered, centuries old.

No greater gift than friendship's gentle grace,

A loyal heart, a spirit pure and bright.

You paint a smile upon my weary face,

And fill my days with warmth and hopeful light.

So, thank you, friend, for all you are to me,

Eternally grateful, I will always be.

Breeding a sickness

The screen a mirror, but reflecting dread,

A constant stream of horrors, stark and grim,

Each headline screaming words that fill the head

With shadows dancing on the hopeful hymn.

The news, once meant to guide and to inform,

Now breeds a sickness, creeping in the soul,

Distorting truths and weathering the storm

Of doubt and fear that takes its cruel control.

We build our walls, defensive and withdrawn,

Suspecting neighbours, questioning each face,

The bitter seeds of paranoia sown,

Eroding empathy, displacing grace.

Oh, media's power, use it with such care,

Lest darkness claim us, trapped in our despair.

Shifting sands

The traveller seeks solace in new lands,

A change of scene, a different sky above,

He hopes to bury pain in shifting sands,

And leave behind the echoes of lost love.

He builds a life, a fortress made of stone,

Where worries dare not trespass or intrude,

Yet, in the quiet hours, when he's alone,

The phantom of the past still taunts his mood.

For, though he runs to mountains, sea, or shore,

And changes names and faces in the crowd,

He carries still the burden at his core,

A troubled soul, within a silent shroud.

Thus, flight is vain, a temporary ease,

For, self remains, the captive of unease.

Seamless processes

The gears now turn, not by a craftsman's hand,

But coded lines, a logic cold and clean.

Machines ascend, and at their stark command,

The tedious tasks, the drudgeries, unseen.

But as we yield the burdens to the byte,

And algorithms sculpt our daily bread,

Do we not trade a portion of our light,

For ease and comfort, fearlessly instead?

The human touch, the flaw, the gentle bend,

The spark of insight born of weary toil,

Are lost to seamless processes that lend

Efficiency, yet steal from fertile soil.

Automation's promise, bright and bold,

Leaves questions lingering: What price is sold?

A treasure to unfold

In halls of thought, where knowledge softly gleams,

A student's mind, a garden yet to bloom,

With eager heart, it chases after dreams,

And banishes the shadows of the gloom.

The books piled high, a treasure to unfold,

Each page a step on pathways yet unknown,

With every lesson, stories to be told,

And seeds of wisdom carefully are sown.

Through weary nights and days of focused gaze,

The student strives to conquer every height,

To build a future bright in countless ways,

And banish doubt with understanding's light.

So, let us learn, with passion as our guide,

And let our knowledge be our endless pride.

A bridge across the years

The wrinkles etched, a map of years gone by,

Reflect in eyes that gleam with youthful fire.

One seeks the shore where memories gently lie,

The other burns with unspent, bold desire.

The aged hand, a steady, knowing guide,

Can offer wisdom earned through life's long test,

While youthful feet, on passion's surging tide,

Can leap and dance and put all dreams to test.

A fragile bond, a bridge across the years,

Where solace found and understanding grows.

The young find comfort, calming all their fears,

The old relive what time now gently shows.

So, let them meet, beneath the sun's warm grace,

And find in each a purpose and a place.

A source of inner light

When shadows fall and doubts begin to rise,

And weary whispers try to steal my will,

I clench my fist and fix my gaze on skies,

Determined still, my purpose to fulfill.

Though stumbles mark the path I have to tread,

And burdens weigh upon my aching back,

No voice of fear can ever fill my head,

I will not break, I will not leave the track.

The storm may rage, the wind may fiercely blow,

My spirit stands, a beacon in the night,

For, in my heart, a burning ember glows,

A guiding star, a source of inner light.

So, let me strive, with courage as my guide,

Determination's strength, I will abide.

A fleeting fame

A gilded cage, a trophy on the shelf,

A fleeting fame, a momentary high,

These siren songs that whisper of oneself,

And promise joys that quickly fade and die.

We chase the shadows dancing in the light,

Ignoring whispers of a deeper need,

Mistaking glitter for the truest sight,

And planting selfishness as virtue's seed.

How often do we strive for things that seem

Essential to a life of worth and grace,

Only to find, upon a waking dream,

An emptiness that time cannot erase?

Let wisdom guide, and let the heart take heed,

Lest hollow goals plant sorrow's bitter seed.

A quiet power

Within the bounds of self-imposed command,

A strength is forged, a quiet power grows.

No fleeting whim dictates the busy hand,

But purpose clear, which steadily bestows.

The siren call of ease, it holds at bay,

Resisting comfort's soft and tempting snare.

Though weariness may linger on the way,

The disciplined heart finds solace in its care.

For, in the striving, virtue takes its root,

And aspirations blossom into deed.

The sweetest fruit is born of this pursuit,

A harvest reaped from planting well the seed.

So, bind yourself, and let your spirit soar,

Discipline's gift endures forevermore.

A bitter seed

A bitter seed, in darkness it takes root,

A creeping vine that chokes the fertile ground,

It twists the heart and poisons all the fruit

That love and kindness once had freely crowned.

A burning fire, it feeds on bitter lies,

And blinds the soul to beauty and to grace,

Reflecting only shadows in its eyes,

A desolate and unforgiving place.

It builds its walls with anger and with pain,

And shuts itself away from light and truth,

A prisoner bound by its own heavy chain,

Forever lost in unforgiving youth.

So, let compassion wash the hate away,

And greet the dawn of brighter, kinder days.

My endless love

My brightest star, my solace and my friend,

Your love, a beacon, shines throughout my days.

Through weary hours, your strength will never end,

A gentle hand that guides me through life's maze.

Your wisdom whispers, soft and ever true,

And in your smile, a warmth I always find.

For, all the care you've given, tried, and new,

A grateful heart, a love that's intertwined.

No words can capture how much you are worth,

A precious gem, a treasure I hold near.

From my first breath to now, till final earth,

My love for you, eternally is clear.

So, thank you, Mum, for all you've given me,

My endless love, for all eternity.

Towards the light

Though shadows fall and skies begin to weep,

And chilling winds may howl a mournful song,

Let not your spirit in the darkness sleep,

But seek the light where hope has lingered long.

For, even in the deepest, darkest night,

A single star can pierce the velvet gloom,

And guide your weary soul towards the light,

Dispelling fear, and sealing sorrow's tomb.

So, lift your chin, and let your heart take flight,

Embrace the dawn that bursts through cloudy bars,

Believe in joy, and cling to what is right,

And find the strength to reach for distant stars.

Let optimism serve as a guiding grace,

A smile to wear upon your hopeful face.

The youth thief

The clock's soft tick, a whisper in the air,

Proclaims the thief that steals our youth away,

Each moment lost, a burden hard to bear,

As shadows lengthen at the close of day.

The river flows, unceasing in its quest,

To join the ocean, vast and ever deep,

And leaves behind a memory at best,

Of sunlit banks where secrets used to sleep.

The future waits, a canvas yet unbright,

With possibilities that glimmer there,

While echoes linger of the fading light,

And whispers of anxieties and care.

So, seize the day, let moments brightly shine,

For, time, once lost, is never truly thine.

Inner virtues

When shadows creep and darkness starts to reign,

And whispers sow the seeds of doubt and fear,

A steadfast heart must rise above the pain,

And hold to honour, ever drawing near.

Though tempests rage and fortunes ebb and flow,

Though gilded prizes tempt the weary soul,

True worth resides where inner virtues grow,

Beyond the reach of worldly loss or goal.

Let truth be compass, guiding every deed,

And conscience be the measure of your worth.

For, honour shines, a radiant, noble creed,

A light to lead you home from earthly dearth.

So, stand tall, let integrity be known,

And wear your honour as a cherished crown.

A secret treasure

A gentle curve, a fleeting, sunlit grace,

A silent language spoken in the eyes,

A warmth that spreads across a weary face,

A beacon burning 'neath the cloudy skies.

It lifts the spirit, banishes the gloom,

And whispers promises of brighter days,

A fragile flower bursting into bloom,

That chases shadows with its golden rays.

A simple gift, yet powerful and deep,

It bridges distances and mends the soul,

A secret treasure that the heart can keep,

And makes us stronger, making us whole.

So, share your smile, let kindness be your guide,

And watch its magic ripple far and wide.

A butterfly in flight

A gentle sunbeam, dancing on my face,

A robin's song that fills the morning air,

A simple moment, found in time and space,

A weightless feeling, banishing all care.

Happiness, a butterfly in flight,

A fleeting glimpse of beauty, pure and bright.

It lands so softly, bathed in golden light,

And whispers secrets in the fading night.

Don't chase it wildly, lest it disappear,

But hold it gently in your heart's embrace.

For, happiness is found in moments near,

In simple joys that time cannot erase.

So, breathe it in, this feeling sweet and true,

And let its warmth forever dwell in you.

A spark of wonder

Within the heart, a hidden song resides,

A melody that dances, soft and low,

A gentle current where true beauty glides,

A secret harmony that starts to grow.

It whispers through the chambers of the mind,

A solace in the chaos and the fray,

A tapestry of feelings intertwined,

That brightens even the darkest, greyest day.

Though words may fail to capture all its grace,

And mortal ears may struggle to define,

This inner music leaves a timeless trace,

A spark of wonder, truly so divine.

So, listen close, and let your spirit soar,

To hear the soul's sweet song forevermore.

The wage of dreams

The market calls, a siren's gilded song,

Of better bread, and lives beyond the fray.

We leave behind the place where we belong,

To chase a future, brighter than today.

Yet, is this journey truly ours to claim?

Or are we pawns, propelled by want and need?

Does freedom bloom within this endless game,

Or just a gilded cage, a heart that bleeds

For, roots untended, memories left behind?

We seek a solace, tangible and true,

But find the self fragmented, hard to find,

A patchwork soul, forever split in two.

So, let us tread with wisdom, deep and vast,

And ask, “What price this life, and will it last?”

A soft kiss

The world in white, a silent, frozen dream,

Begins to weep, a fragile, watery sigh.

The sun's soft kiss, a warmly golden gleam,

Awakens life beneath a weeping sky.

The icy grip that held the earth so tight,

Relaxes now, releasing streams unbound.

No longer veiled in purest, blinding light,

The hidden earth emerges from the ground.

A promise whispered on the gentle breeze,

Of verdant hues and blossoms yet to be.

The melting snow, a harbinger of ease,

Foretells the coming of spring's liberty.

So, let the teardrops fall, a silver rain,

For, life reborn will rise and bloom again.

The garden of the soul

The lines etched deep, a map upon the face,

Tell tales of journeys, triumphs, and of tears.

No youthful blush retains its fleeting grace,

But something deeper now the spirit wears.

The hasty judgments of a younger mind

Have softened now to empathy and grace.

The world's harsh lessons, carefully defined,

Have found their rightful, purposeful embrace.

No longer chasing visions, bright and bold,

But tending slow the garden of the soul,

A quiet strength, a story to be told.

The wisdom of the years takes its toll,

Yet, leaves behind a treasure to behold:

A heart that understands and makes us whole.

Knotted wounds

A whispered word, a shadowed, furtive glance,

A secret kept within the gilded cage

Of family pride, a delicate, cruel dance

Where truth is veiled upon life's fragile stage.

The portraits stare, impassive and austere,

As cracks appear within the polished frame,

And whispers rise, fuelled by unspoken fear,

Igniting gossip's ever-hungry flame.

A name is tarnished, honour gently bled,

As loyalties are tested, torn apart.

The web of kinship, carefully outspread,

Now tangled, knotted, wounds each beating heart.

The scandal breaks, and silence fills the air,

A legacy of shame, beyond repair.

A haunting question

In this global age, where borders blur and fade,

And cultures clash in digital displays,

A haunting question lingers, unafraid:

Where does my true identity now lay?

The traditions of my fathers, once so clear,

Now mingled are with streams from distant lands,

A tapestry of influences, held dear,

Yet, leaving me with empty, grasping hands.

I am a citizen of earth, they say,

But feel the roots of heritage still tug,

A dissonance that haunts me day by day,

A fractured mirror reflecting back a hug

Of past and present, future yet unknown,

A quest for self in seeds that I have sown.

A celestial pearl

Pale orb of night, a silent, watchful eye,

You hang suspended in the velvet deep.

A gentle beacon in the starlit sky,

Where restless dreams a solemn vigil keep.

You paint the world in shades of silver bright,

And whisper secrets to the sleeping land.

A timeless solace in the endless night,

A guiding hand, a comfort close at hand.

Your mystic glow inspires poets' quill,

And lovers' hearts with tender feelings stirred.

A celestial pearl, serene and still,

Your beauty reigns, forever to be heard.

So, shine on, moon, and cast your gentle light,

And banish darkness with your radiant might.

A universe of needs

A tiny fist, a face contorted red,

A sound that shatters silence, sharp and keen.

A universe of needs yet to be said,

Expressed in wails, a primal, raw routine.

No words are formed, no sentence takes its shape,

But hunger, fear, or loneliness declare

Within that cry, a desperate escape

From shadows looming, or from empty air.

A parent's heart leaps forth to understand,

To soothe the tremour in that fragile plea,

To cradle close, a helping, loving hand.

And in the rocking, find tranquility.

The crying fades, a sigh escapes at last,

A peaceful slumber, troubles overcast.

A journey to unfold

Within these pages, wisdom softly sleeps,

Awaiting eyes that seek its gentle light.

No voice proclaims, yet knowledge deeply leaps,

And shadows fade before its burning bright.

Through tales of old, and truths forever new,

We glimpse the world in all its vibrant hue.

From sorrow's depths to triumphs strong and true,

We learn to judge, to ponder, and pursue.

Each turning leaf, a journey to unfold,

A tapestry of thoughts, both bold and mild.

The secrets held, more precious far than gold,

A fertile ground for reason, meek and wild.

So, open wide these doors to realms unseen,

And find yourself, where understanding's keen.

A gentle echo

In realms of hush, where shadows softly creep,

A symphony unheard, a muted plea,

The sound of silence, secrets it does keep,

A vast expanse of tranquil mystery.

No bustling noise, no clamour to be found,

Just stillness deep, a solace for the soul,

Where introspection's seeds take fertile ground,

And stories in the quiet start to roll.

The world may rush, a tempest in its prime,

But in the pause, a different strength we find,

A gentle echo resonating time,

Leaving bustling thoughts far behind.

So, listen close, perhaps you'll understand,

The potent language spoken by the land.

Simple joys

The clock ticks on, a steady, rhythmic beat,

But heed it not, let worries fade away.

Embrace the now, this moment bittersweet,

And find delight in sunshine's golden ray.

A gentle breeze, a songbird's sweet refrain,

A laughter shared, a friendly, knowing glance,

These simple joys, a balm to soothe the pain,

A fleeting glimpse of life's enchanting dance.

So, breathe it in, this precious gift of time,

Before it slips away, beyond recall.

Let pleasure bloom, in its most perfect prime,

And cherish every moment, stand up tall.

For, life is short, a fragile, tender thing,

So, fill it now with joy, let your heart sing.

A bitter sting

Destructive criticism, a barbed and cruel dart,

Can pierce the fragile shell of budding dreams,

Leaving a wounded heart, a soul apart,

A silent scream where vibrant hope once gleamed.

It lacks the grace of guidance, gently given,

And tears instead of building, brick by brick.

A poisoned tongue, a spirit unforgiven,

It leaves a scar that time cannot quite trick.

So, let us choose our words with careful art,

To nurture growth, not crush with bitter sting.

For, kindness sown can heal a broken heart,

And lift a soul to rise, and learn to sing.

Let empathy illuminate our way,

And banish darkness from the light of day.

A poison thought

A viper coiled within my heart does lie,

Its venom drips, a slow and bitter burn.

At every glance, at every whispered sigh,

My fragile peace to ashes it does turn.

I see your smile, directed not at me,

And shadows dance where sunlight used to gleam.

This gnawing fear, eternally I see,

That I am less than some imagined dream.

Oh, poison thought, to doubt a love so true,

To let suspicion weave its cruel design.

I fight this beast, this monstrous, hateful hue,

And pray that trust may once again be mine.

But still, it lingers, whispering in my ear,

The chilling breath of jealousy and fear.

A symphony of despair

When shadows lengthen and the day is done,

And fear creeps in on silent, velvet feet,

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