Kaleidoscope

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Keen as the curious kitten

About the secrets to a successful life

Loaded with questions to decode the mysteries

Engaged in the battle of do's and don'ts

I failed to notice the smiling flowers

Dedicated to my quest for knowledge

Obsessed about the puzzles of the universe 

Scintillating shades of the sky slipped through the dark

Confused, I halted between the choices of careless and carefree

Oppressed by the burden of doubts I refused to let go

Painfully painless was the path to a peaceful existence 

Ecstatic, I became realizing happiness was found in the kaleidoscope of life.  

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Note:
Day 12 for K
Acrostic poem of 12 lines.

Jumbled Emotions

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Oh, darling, all my life was a joke

Filled with piercing jeers

Of the elite judges

Making me jumpy

Turning me into a mass of jitters

Afraid to laugh at the fear of jinxing

Terrified at the hint of jazziness
Until one day, a juvenile

Pointed out the reason for their jealousy 

Was my ability to be joyful
Despite the fatigue of life's journey.

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Note:
Day 11 for J
An eleven lines poem where each line ends with a J word.

Intoxicating Incense

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

The burning embers puffed

Curtaining me from the world

With the haze of its scent.

Breathing in the fragrance

I surrendered to the power of mystic

As the smoke enveloped me to its soul.

In the vapors of its perfume

I felt my senses fully bloom
Filling me with words of truth

The magic of life was Love. 

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Note: Day 10 for I
10 lines poem for the tenth day. I am running out of ideas already. :(

Hell, Heaven, Home or Heart?

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Was I in a cell or a shell?

When the cry of a raven 

Echoed inside the confines of the dome

Urging me, it was time to restart.

Louder and louder it began to yell

Forcing me to step out of the haven

Was this some kind of a syndrome 

Tearing my senses apart?

Trying to escape the horrors of self-imposed Hell

I stumbled into an illusion of Heaven

When my life began to call it a Home

I realized it was always in my Heart. 

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Note:
Day 9 for H
Tried to rhyme the title words in stanzas with the rhyme scheme of abcd abcd abcd. 
The tone was left vague for the readers to interpret the poem as they chose.

Ghost From the Gothic

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

It wasn't a full moon night 

Nor was it a stormy fight

When lightning struck 

Across the cloudless sky 

Bringing back to life

A Majestic Queen

Who lay buried among the castle raze

Her eyes flashing rubies of rage 

Her ebony hair tangling with the dead roots

She rose onto her feet

With an eerie twist of her scarlet lips 

As the robes of her rags

Floated around her like the foam of the sea

Rising to drown the world into the abyss

Vengeance flowed in her dried up veins

Fueling her senses with gruesome power

To destroy all that was the cause of her ruin;

Time flew backward, carrying the Queen 

Into the chamber of her lover

Whose betrayal turned her a corpse 

Buried in the shadows of the night.

A ghost, the Queen still was

Alive yet dead, Powerful yet vulnerable 

With a jeweled dagger in her hand 

Stabbing the blackened heart of her sallow lover;

The history remained unchanged 

Yet the Queen was avenged 

For she was a ghost from the gothic. 

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Note:
After a Sunday break, we are back again with Day 8 for G.
I tried a horror poem with seven lines per stanza.

Forgotten Memories

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Fresh as the morning dew

Fiery as the summer sun

The memories danced forth

Their presence a foolish reminder 

Of the past, that flew by

As I fancied the world was mine to conquer. 

Free as the mindless breeze

Funny as the chirping birds

The memories floated around

Trying to fill my senses with warmth;

The fervent attempts brought tears to my eyes,

I knew there was filth hidden in the empty spaces. 

Fierce as the strike of lightning 

Furious as the rumbling thunder 

The memories lashed, forcing my heart and soul

To embrace the finicky reminders 

And forgive the daunting echoes;

Yet, I pushed them away, for forgotten memories were best, buried forever. 

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Note:
Day 6 for F
A stanza with six lines is called a sestet (though it is usually used in sonnets).
Each line has a word with F in it.
Maybe, I should patent these new poetry forms.