A Selection of Poetry from Borris Iver Kortrevich - Vol. 14

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A Selection of Poetry - Vol. 14

12th of Jula ag Piov,  432 E.S.

[!] A portrait of an adult Borris Iver Kortrevich 

 

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“I Try”
I try to hear you, but the waves and wind sound over me.
I try to see you, but the smog of my sin clouds the way.
I try to feel you, but I am held back, trapped under the weight of this sea. 
I try to call out to you, but instead I remain silent, unsure what to say.

 

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“A Rose”
The red rose, a staple of elegance,
Yet there is more than beauty that is exposed.
These thorns and thistles, briar and bristles,
Hold strength and passion.

Something not to be plucked with haste,
For a tender embrace yields better results.
The delicate caressing of a coarse protection.
For the beautiful and the broken often run in tandem.

 

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“We grow old”
We grow old,
We grow old,
The way which we are all pulled,
And when we die, we pray our story is told.

 

We are a being to never break the mold,
We always seek to be brought into the fold,
To be a part of the place where the secrets are sold.
To unravel the mysteries, the tapestry unrolled.

 

In the end, before our bodies run cold,
We look back at our lives, whether bleak or bold.
Trying to understand all that we hold.
To see if what we have gained is more precious than gold. 

 

We grow old,
We grow old,
The way which we are all pulled,
And when we die, we pray our story is told.

 

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“A Blooming Path”

A Poem Commissioned for Johanne Vuiller

We were all once young and naive, 

Perhaps children in every aspect,

Or perhaps trapped in our own minds. 

How things then transform into something new.

It is the morphing of the pure into things of true beauty.

 

It is a lily finally reaching its full bloom.

The petals finally open up to reveal a mature flower. 

From what looked to be rather dull from the outside,

Now reveals their true nature, one of elegance. 

 

It is an eagle stretching its wings.

It shows its full glory, allowing others to revel in your glory.

You can then soar, something you were always gonna do.

 

Loyal to the end, always thinking about others.

A Vuiller to the end, always thinking about the family. 

 

You are able to do great things and thrive with those who you lead.

 

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Signed,

Borris Iver Kortrevich, KML

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Lady Johanne Vuiller looked over the selection of poetry with a growing smile, having been reading them alongside her cousin, one such Lady Laurelie Vuiller. Reading the final poem, her smile grew into a grin. "Laurie! Isn't it just lovely? I do love poems." The woman mused, planning on pinning it somewhere for all to see.

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