Digital art by @xpilar" Write a short poem about the picture and you will be rewarded"
I'm not good at putting my own words/writing on my "digital art",
so I'd appreciate it if you could write a little poem about
the picture here in the comment field and I will reward you 😊
Ends March 11, 2025
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Beneath the sea, a wreckage lies,
Structures hidden from sailor’s eyes.
A drowning world, a quiet grave,
Where time and water wave.
Then drought arrived upon the sea bed,
Just like how Moses parted seas bed.
I can see the shipwreck’s bones in silence lay,
Awaiting the ocean’s return day.
One day, the waves will rise once more,
To cover the shame of days before.
And all that is lost, beneath the sea,
Will find its rest, in secrets, sleep.
Far above human sight.
Brick by brick, it falls apart,
Shattered dreams, a broken heart.
Winds of time erase the past,
Nothing built was meant to last.
Echoes fade in dust and stone,
Once stood proud, now left alone.
From the ruins, new dreams rise,
Under ever-changing skies.
In a crowd of thousands of people, I only want to find you,
I know you will never come back to me,
You are lost in some unknown place,
But I will search for you throughout my life in this strange world.
Karam
Besi tua itu masih utuh
Deburan ombak yang menghantammu
Kau masih utuh
Entah berapa ratus tahun
Engkau karam
Karena kau melintas
Bukan pada jalurnya
Atau mungkin deburan ombak
Yang mengantarkan
Kau karam
Dan jadi rongsokan besi tua
Yang menanti pemulung
Membawamu pergi
Seperti hatiku
Yang hilang tampa pernah kembali
🙂
In the distance, where the sky merges with the earth,
Stands the creation of human hands,
Lifeless, but majestic,
Abandoned by time and winds.
Its rusty ribs, like bones,
Push through the green grass,
And the sun plays on them with its rays,
Creating the illusion of life.
But silence reigns around, only an echo of the past,
An echo of a dream that has faded irrevocably,
Here every corner reminds of hope,
That was once so strong and bright.
The deadly seed of pride,
Has settled in the heart of Babylon,
It grew like a tower to the heavens,
But God said, it's enough for people,
Not knowing who is, is the crown of everything.
The tower has fallen, there is a lot of dust,
And the languages have split,
And Babylon is no longer on the map,
And there is no tower to the heavens,
And in modesty Christ is risen!
The eyes can see many things,
All it sees is perception,
The same figure,
Different meaning from different people,
Everyone sees differently,
While some see chaos and destruction,
Others see opportunity,
Some even see beauty in destruction,
Quite strange but true,
We all see differently,
That's why we are human.
A whole estate sunken into the deep sand of the earth
A part visible and the other buried never to be seen
The revealed part now rusted and in shambles only a left over of what was once the center of attraction that had all people coming from all work of life to admire the magnificent that once existed.
The rocks and the green grass now it’s only companion