poetry turns to wisdom

poetry turns to wisdom Hi Everyone this page I will only use to share my poems. ~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

Fading CurrentsEach day begins, a spark that fades, A weary sun, in listless shades. My smile’s a mask, a practiced ar...
06/05/2026

Fading Currents

Each day begins, a spark that fades,
A weary sun, in listless shades.
My smile’s a mask, a practiced art,
But shadows linger in my heart.

The circles ‘neath my eyes betray,
A truth I hide, a slow decay.
My body moves, though weighted down,
A ghost adrift through noise and sound.

The simplest tasks, a mountain steep,
The shower’s warmth can make me weep.
A bite of food feels like a chore,
As silence greets the world I bore.

How long can I sustain this fight?
A dimming flame, yet seeking light.

By Lexus Milla Hattingh

The Crimson Thread Between UsBeneath my ribs, a tender knot is spun, A thread of red that binds me close to you. It ac...
01/05/2026

The Crimson Thread Between Us

Beneath my ribs, a tender knot is spun,
A thread of red that binds me close to you.
It aches where halves of hearts were once undone,
A missing rib, restored in aching hue.

Your soul aligns with mine, a mirrored key,
Unlocked, as beats converge in paired refrain.
What loss had forged, now mends so perfectly,
Yet in its beauty dwells a quiet pain.

This tether pulls my spirit through the night,
It tightens, whispers, sings where shadows play.
Though bound as one, I fear the fragile fight—
The weight of love that time may strip away.

Still, in this bond, eternity is sown,
We are the thread, and we are not alone.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

Shadows We ShareIn your dark gaze, where sorrow breathes, A broken world hums beneath the leaves. Too much you've seen...
13/04/2026

Shadows We Share

In your dark gaze, where sorrow breathes,
A broken world hums beneath the leaves.
Too much you've seen, too much endured,
A scarred soul, bound but strangely assured.

The weight you bear is not your sin,
It's what was done, where time has been.
I trust the ruin carved so deep,
Your quiet pain I’ll always keep.

For hands that ache to heal, not harm,
Can cradle storms and bring them calm.
And though the night still haunts your chest,
It is with you my heart finds rest.

A tender grief, your truth belies,
I see the world within your eyes.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

The Wounds That Bind UsI see the marrows of your shattered grace, A storm of shadows veiled upon your face. The echoes...
13/04/2026

The Wounds That Bind Us

I see the marrows of your shattered grace,
A storm of shadows veiled upon your face.
The echoes linger, whispering through your stare,
Of battles fought in depths I wouldn't dare.

Your eyes, a tempest, fierce yet strangely kind,
They speak of sorrows mortals leave behind.
I trust the scars that line your tender gaze,
For ruin teaches truths where others haze.

No hand so bruised could craft another's pain,
Nor forge the chains that bind or hearts detain.
Your soul, though fractured, gleams in shades of gold,
A comfort, soft and raw, in nights so cold.

I know this ache, it hums beneath your skin;
The light you seek was buried deep within.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

This Poem is inspired by, Peaky Blinders The Immortal Man, Movie.Legacy in Smoke and SteelGive my car to Johnny Dogs, I ...
05/04/2026

This Poem is inspired by, Peaky Blinders The Immortal Man, Movie.

Legacy in Smoke and Steel

Give my car to Johnny Dogs, I implore,
Let it roar upon roads I’ll tread no more.
My w**e to the Garrison, let them toast,
To shadows I’ve left, the man, the ghost.

My horses to hands that toil in despair,
Where broken backs dream of freedom’s rare air.
And bullets? To souls with no names to claim,
Who fight in the dark, unseen by the flame.

My guns to the lost, with no cause to defend,
Where silence is louder than what words amend.
But leave the fire that burns in my chest,
For I’ll carry it through my final rest.

An immortal man, yet built to decay,
Smoke and steel mark where I walked away.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh.

This Poem is inspired, by the movie Peaky Blinders The Immortal Man.Winter's Bequest of the Immortal Shelby In midwinte...
05/04/2026

This Poem is inspired, by the movie Peaky Blinders The Immortal Man.

Winter's Bequest of the Immortal Shelby

In midwinter's grip, I cast my will,
To the biting winds, my soul stands still.
Give my car to the hounds of fate,
To Johnny Dogs, my ties abate.

My w**e to The Garrison, warm its halls,
Let spirits rise as the cold night falls.
My horses, noble, to hands of need,
Where hunger bites, let them plant seed.

My bullets rest, for nameless blame,
Let vengeance burn for those with no name.
My guns, now shadows, seek their kin,
To those who wrestle the storm within.

And I, the ghost in winter's glare,
Leave the frost, though I still linger there.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

The Whisper of Butterflies When twilight hums, and soft wings drift, Fear not; my spirit shares this gift. A butterfl...
31/03/2026

The Whisper of Butterflies

When twilight hums, and soft wings drift,
Fear not; my spirit shares this gift.
A butterfly’s touch, frail and true,
Will bring my soul back close to you.

When stars like lanterns pierce the night,
Their glow will hold my fleeting light.
The rain will sing, cascading near,
Each drop my whispered voice to hear.

Do not weep when life moves on;
My essence lingers though I’m gone.
An old book’s scent, its musty grace,
Will call to mind my time, my face.

So find me not with tears, but sky,
For love remains; it does not die.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh

Ink That Never DriesI hold the world within my quill, A vessel carved by love’s pure will. If you remain, then love ta...
29/03/2026

Ink That Never Dries

I hold the world within my quill,
A vessel carved by love’s pure will.
If you remain, then love takes flight,
A boundless flame that warms the night.

If you depart, the story’s told,
A silver thread through hearts of gold.
And should we falter, never start,
You manifest as timeless art.

To love you is to make you stay,
Yet loss weaves beauty, come what may.
For when my thoughts of you ascend,
The ink ensures you never end.

In hope, my soul’s eternal plea:
To pen you into poetry.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh ✒️❤️

To Chase the Fire That Burns My WingsI saw you blaze, a radiant, fatal flame, And knew my heart would scorch beneath yo...
29/03/2026

To Chase the Fire That Burns My Wings

I saw you blaze, a radiant, fatal flame,
And knew my heart would scorch beneath your heat.
Yet still I soared, too deaf to wisdom's claim,
For love will scorn the fate it dares to meet.

Your light, a crown that shamed the gilded skies,
Pulled forth the rebel in my trembling soul.
I rose, though ash was whispered in my cries,
For what is ruin, if the heart is whole?

The heavens mourned as wax began to weep,
But oh, the flight—I felt a god's own breath.
In plummeting, I found a truth so deep:
To touch your fire was worth the fall to death.

Let mortals fear the blaze that marks demise,
I'd fall again to burn beneath your skies.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh.🪽

The Splendor in Imperfection I find a spark within the flawed, A beauty where the world is awed. These crooked lines ...
29/03/2026

The Splendor in Imperfection

I find a spark within the flawed,
A beauty where the world is awed.
These crooked lines upon my face,
Are maps of time I now embrace.

My nose, it bends, a humble peak,
Yet speaks of truths I dare to seek.
My eyes, they linger, heavy, slow,
Green-grey as storms where soft winds blow.

The curves that carve my tender frame,
They hold no shame, they need no name.
My stature small, my voice subdued,
Yet towers rise in quietude.

Oh, see this flawed and human art,
A masterpiece within my heart.

~By Lexus Milla Hattingh.

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