Original Poems & Personal Reflections

The Warrior & the Master

Did you lure me into a trance,
Powerless and hypnotized,
Left in a whirlwind of fog,
Spinning out of control…
Who is the master and who is the dog?

You were a descendant of a ferocious warrior,
Yet you gave me gentleness.
Who is the master and who is the dog?
When I am the one kissing earth,
Crawling, and humbled?

You enfold me with kindness,
Oh! You four-legged furry one, so kind and true.
I’d do anything for you!
Who is the master and who is the dog?

Is it your duty to obey
When you are teaching me to be meek?
Is it my command to attack
When you lean your head on my lap,
Telling me to halt?
Who is the master and who is the dog?

Our partnership is centuries old!
Back when you howled at the moon
As I slaughtered demons!
You had my back, and I had yours!
And your growl of loyalty declared our pact:
Forever, you have my heart.

Who is the master and who is the dog?
There were times in the field
When we relaxed or played hide and seek.
Your silly barks, my laughter—
Oh, such playful streaks!

You are my dog, and I am your master!
None is inferior, none is superior.
For we stand on equal ground,
Where ego is forbidden.
We drink the same water
And share the same star.

I am your master, and you are my dog.
We are one.

Soar high, my furry one!
Float and glide in the clouds,
Kiss the sun for me.
Today, I hug the ground of infinity—
I see you, I find serenity.

My hopes and dreams will never falter.
You are bound to return.
The lights of love will guide you back to my heart.
I am your master, and you are my dog.
For now, take your rest, my love.

This grief poem was inspired by the loss of my dog — a loyal companion, best friend, and the beating heart of my little world. “The Warrior & the Master” is the first poem I've written in many years — since around 2006–2007. After moving to Norway, life demanded practicality. I became sharp, grounded, and endlessly busy — but somewhere in that, my poetic voice dulled, and my creative soul slipped into silence.

It wasn't until October 2022, when I lost my beloved German Shepherd, Patras, that something cracked open. He wasn’t “just a dog.” He was family — fiercely loving, deeply intuitive, and endlessly loyal. His passing hit harder than words could contain. I even held a simple memorial to honor him. That month, in my grief and love, I felt an urge I couldn’t ignore: to write.

This poem is my way of saying the things I couldn’t speak out loud — a raw, reflective, and emotional tribute to the bond between humans and dogs, the question of who truly leads, and the ancient loyalty shared between species. It’s a blend of personal storytelling, emotional poetry, and literary reflection that came straight from my core.

For those drawn to pet loss poems, dog tribute poetry, or who simply understand the sacred love between human and dog — this one's for you.

The Shoe

Worn by time, stitched by fate,
each shoe treads a path none replicate.
Shaped by roads both smooth and steep,
they bear the weight of miles we keep.

My dream, a vessel, a sole unchained,
crosses deserts of trial and torrents of pain.
Yet on kinder days, it soars with ease,
sliding on light, adrift on the breeze.

Wherever it steps—cobblestone, mud,
asphalt streets or rivers of blood,
it pushes through like an army bold,
bearing life’s stories, both new and old.

And if one day a crow should claim
the shoe I wore through joy and pain,
I will not grieve, nor bow to woe—
for life restores what time lets go.

This poem explores the symbolic journey of life through the metaphor of a weathered shoe — shaped by fate, tested by hardship, and softened by moments of grace. It speaks to resilience, personal transformation, and the quiet strength found in the paths we walk. A reflective piece for readers who appreciate metaphor-driven poetry and soul-deep storytelling.

Criticize

You scoff.
Muted seconds—stop.
Ears, ears, ears,
Uninterested, inattentive.
Are you dead?

Sit and stay—listen!
Tainted and biased.
Here comes Phony,
Look serious but empty,
Thoughts unimpressive.

Hush. Listen.
Play nonsense—
From them and I,
Catch it before
Bullshit permeates.

Tainted and biased.
Truth is disguised.

This is a palindrome poem I wrote as both rebellion and reflection — a raw confrontation with judgment, bias, and the absurdity of performative listening. I crafted it with mirrored structure to echo the mental loop of frustration, where thoughts bounce back unanswered. This piece reads like a spoken-word confession: urgent, unfiltered, and sharp-edged. If you’ve ever felt unheard, mislabelled, or intellectually underestimated — this one’s for you. It’s poetry with teeth, for those who crave emotional honesty, psychological depth, and structural boldness.

The Loyal Heart

Is love a tale that ends in joy at last?
The bard speaks fair, yet truth doth tell me nay.
If love were firm, then why hath mine held fast?
Yet hearts of men do drift and fade away.

A hound, though mute, speaks more than man may do.
His faith is pure, no guise nor guile is shown.
But he who swears his love, doth lie to you,
For man will break the bond he once hath sown.

The silver screen doth sing of love’s delight,
Yet fills thy purse with naught but painted dreams.
A fleeting bliss, like stars that fade from sight,
Yet never shall it bring thee love that gleams.

No man may boast a soul so true and tame,
For love’s last breath doth howl in beasts of fame.

 This is a sonnet I wrote in defense of the only love that’s never lied to me: the one with paws. Structured in iambic pentameter, this poem pulls no punches — it contrasts the hollow promises of humans with the wordless, unwavering devotion of a dog. It’s grief, yes, but also judgment. I’m not romanticizing loyalty — I’m exposing its imposters. If you’ve ever trusted someone who broke that trust, this poem might sting. If you’ve loved a dog, it might heal. A piece for readers who seek raw emotional poetry, literary form, and the kind of honesty that doesn’t care to be polite.